Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

A young girl comes to Kyoto to study History. She lives in her sensei's friend's house, but starts to feel some strange feelings towards the owner's son - a young and handsome man with deep azure eyes. A Saito/Chizuru/Chikage fic.

Shadow, noticing the differences between himself and Sonic, wondered if he was part of the black people.

Every evening, the town on the hill is enveloped in a dark orange sunset, which colors everything in warm shades and brightens up the gray everyday life. I wanted to look at him forever, but not alone. Maybe the desire was not to look at the sunset, but into blue eyes, disheveled blond hair that glittered under the rays of the setting sun. But this is impossible. He betrayed her soul and trust. Broke my heart into a million pieces.

A lonely vessel, forgotten and unseen. An aluminum heart, devoid of gleam, Echoes the silence of a forsaken dream. Once cradled warmth, now easy and bare,

Her family was washed by blue waters, but she went against the tide Accepting the fate that was destined for her by the stars It was her “Choice” - to disappear among the snows Does she regret him? Absolutely not Does she regret causing pain to her loved ones? Yes...

In a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars lost their names in the bottomless darkness, lived an ordinary man named Elias. His days flowed like a stream, invisible and boundless, and the gray walls of the city stood like guardians of time. No one noticed the humble Elias until one day an unknown event soared into the sky, spreading dried-up dreams into thousands of sparks.

A long time ago, there was an old house in a corner of a small town. There was a strange woman who lived in this house. She was like a riddle shrouded in a fog of unsolved mysteries. Her name was Eliza. She was an artist and spent every day in her dark studio surrounded by canvases and paints.

In a dark corner of an old theater stood a lone puppeteer. His eyes, like two twinkling stars, sparkled in the dim light of the stage lights. Each of his dolls was a work of art created from wood and dreams. He was a master of controlling the threads of life, leading his wooden actors through the invisible drama that was happening in his imagination.

At the very top of a small hill stood an ancient swing, forgotten by time and shrouded in a blanket of soft grass. Swaying in the gentle touch of the wind, they seemed to hold memories of childhood, of a time when happiness seemed endless, and the heart was full of innocence.

Gray clouds hung heavily in the sky, as if covered with a veil of sadness. The rain whispered its quiet song, embracing the streets and alleys of the city in thin streams. Drops, like tears of heaven, painted glass mother-of-pearl patterns on the windows, turning ordinary glass frames into magical portals to the world of melancholy.

In a quiet garden, away from the noise of the world, there was a forgotten apiary. Its cozy corners are hidden from prying eyes, like a secret kept by an old tree. Bees there created their own little worlds, busy with their labors, like unknown artists weaving carpets from golden threads.

On a dead planet, where the winds used to whisper gently with the trees and the stars danced in the night sky, silence now reigns. The earth faded, like a tarnished stone that has lost its appeal. I was born here, on this forgotten planet that was once the cradle of life.

On the edge of the misty edge, where dreams merge with reality, a glass planet towered, like a transparent dream in a bottomless universe. The stars were reflected in its city streets, creating light pictures, but only the sounds of sad music filled the gray alleys. The inhabitants of this amazing space city possessed the art of being able to look through glass, peer into the invisible and feel what could not be seen.

Deep beneath the shimmering waves, where the light is absorbed by the darkness of the ocean depths, an underwater city is spread out. In his heart, like a pearl in the depths of the sea, the heart of this lost world was beating. My days flowed slowly, like a current of algae wrapping around the glass walls of our houses.

You’ve been gone for a month, Twilight. - Month?! I've been gone for three hundred years! I wandered through endless worlds, supposedly bringing harmony and peace! No! They were all trying to use me or kill me! All! I don't believe that you were my friends! None of you tried to save me or try to get me out of this endless circle of hell!

It is quite expected that Espio should serve his clan for the good, given the reigning power of the Iron Dominion at the moment. However, will he be able to overcome his pride and compassion through himself, or will Espio be in for something that he will regret for the rest of his life?..

“Easy come, easy go, right, Teira?” Takeo has learnt that he has never had a sister. The very one close person he had in his life –Teira – turned out to be an evil scientist who used his vitality for an experiment. But even though he understands it all he cannot but hold on their relationship.

Ches had only ever been calm like the sea is calm above a churning eddy. Like a snake in its coil is calm before striking prey. Like a stormcloud is calm while holding lightning. ----------------------------------- The night of Sebastian's first metal concert goes horribly wrong, and he realizes his best friend is not as he seems.

For another moment he lets his hand linger over the button, before finally giving in and accepting the call. "I'm listening," he says, not knowing which hero's voice will greet him on the other end. "Deku?" His hand clenches automatically - he stares at the screen in utter disbelief, re-reading the number, and only now does he recognize bits and pieces of the sequence. "R-Rody?" In the midst of catching escaped villains and sinking deeper into the dark Izuku gets a very unexpected call

Ches is angry, he presses the gas pedal and the "Panther" takes him away: away from the traitor Glam, who traded him for a woman, away from disappointment, towards, as it seemed to him then, happiness, fame and recognition...