Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

— Have you heard? Today, the body of a young girl was found in the ninth apartment.. — A nightmare! — That's it! There are also rumors that her husband stabbed her.. And they themselves are still quite young..! — It's crazy! It's a pity for the girl.. I got involved with such a goat...

A girl named Saw, who had already entered 9th grade, was preparing for the most exciting and scary day for her this year. September 1st. It wasn't scary for her because of starting school and all. It was just that Saw and her family, due to circumstances, had to move to a different neighborhood, much further away from her old one, and Saw was transferred to a new school. It was the first move for her, and she's very afraid. Will she be able to make the same friends she made at her old school?

A dead fog bloomed in the gray embrace of the night, like the breath of bygone times. He came like a sad messenger, eclipsing the light of the stars with a misty veil, like a ghost of the past, forgotten in the whirlwind of fate.

In the shadow of sad alleys, between the endless walls of gray buildings, lived an artist whose work was shrouded in the darkness of art. His palette knew only one shade - deep, impenetrable black. It seemed that every stroke of his brush contained inexhaustible grief, longing, the source of which lay somewhere in the very soul of the artist.

In the dark realm of the unconscious, where dreams are born, the hero of my story woke up every night. He was a shadow flying through the stars of his dreams. His creator, the master of this magical theater of dreams, put his soul into each image, gave him wings so that he could soar into the abyss of imagination.

It was summer when the flowers in the garden were blooming with bright colors, but in the house number 13 there was a shadow. Where laughter and joy used to sound, now there is only an echo of past happiness.

... and it feels like you're dying.

I died. I lost everything that was dear to me. I forgot even my old name. But I know a new one that came with another life. Nightmare Moon. A mare with a dark past and an uncertain future, who shouldn't even be here. Who is completely unwanted here.

It was as if they had been intentionally separated at times when they could have easily stayed together when they were much younger and unburdened. But it wasn't right to dream about such things now. They had a fragile present that allowed them to be together for a while before returning to their families.

At the edge of the world, where the sky had become an unreal carpet of evening haze, the beach stretched like a forgotten verse in the book of time. The sand, soft as a memory of the past days, met the wave streaming from the boundless horizon. The sea seemed like a big ocean of longing, in which the sun's rays were drowning, coloring the water surface with shades of unspoken sadness.

In the shadow of a forgotten city, where time wove its nets of old memories, there was a homeless emperor. He was the lord of the forgotten streets, covered with the dust of time, and his palace was a dilapidated house under the arches of heaven. His empire was empty, as if locked in bronze tombs of memory.

In the lost alleys of the city, where the walls of houses are like silent witnesses to forgotten stories, there lived a homeless tramp named Wind. His long hair was intertwined with fate, and his eyes, like the heavens in a gray cloud, despite their bottomless gaze, radiated something inexpressibly dreary.

For a long time, the heavens gave light to the stars, which have now faded away, like the last sighs of ancient constellations. Surrounded by the darkness of the night, a lonely traveler walks along forgotten paths where the stars used to have fun.

On a quiet winter night, Simon and Johnny catch a beautiful natural phenomenon.

Devon is a demon who believes only in human sinfulness. Christopher is a guy whose life has long lost meaning. Having met the demon in the library at night, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to make a deal with the demon. Devon didn’t think that for the first time he would give up a human soul... But what is it? Curiosity? The desire to prove that he is right? “So, Mr. Demon, don't you want to take my soul?” A story where black and white makes no sense.

Mr. Kruspe and the short Love of an adult man and a young boy who is not an adult.

A stuffy room. A night without commitment. The last three hours before dawn.

Sherlock, locked in the perimeter of a love triangle, does everything to win the heart of his beloved.

They have no unrequited love, only the desire to hide from the world in a bathtub full of ice, escaping from the fear of losing happiness.

In a world where the lines of reality and dreams are intertwined, there is a rookery of sadness, monotony and tarnished colors. The story about him resembles clouds floating across the sky in silence.