Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

In the shadow of steel monoliths, tall as fate, life was woven with a thin thread, weaving its way through gray everyday life and hard days. The city was like a giant machine, endlessly working, laying its arteries in the middle of a concrete jungle.

In the deep bowels of time flows the river of life, full of brilliance and secret ways. Its waters, like magic mirrors, reflect myriad moments, rays of happiness and shadows of grief. With every turn, with every bend of its winding path, we sail through the epochs, like travelers on an endless ocean.

On the edge of a forgotten village, where time weaves slowly, like patterns on ancient carpets, there was a lonely stove. Her body, like a heart, was wrapped in a layer of time, like autumn foliage delicately covering the ground.

Now you don't have a name, too. John/Reader

She got into the rings of a snake, which gradually breaks her wings, destroys her chance to fly away from him. And what should she do now - to break out or humbly let him do it?

The best friends decided to go on a trip where they had almost never been before. Taking their friends with them, they decided not to involve them in their affairs and left them to relax on the beach, while they themselves went to the underwater world and decided to explore abandoned underwater cities and temples.

Frozen. The war is over.

In a world where people forgot how to coexist with magical beings, you can easily become an outcast. Two friends separated once it was discovered that one of them possessed dark magic, and now each of them has to go their separate way to unravel the truth about things.

The past will not go away. It will always be a part of you and will haunt you until the end. I understood this when that same past returned to my father, reminding me of itself. And then, this same past began to haunt me. Appearing in the face of nightmares, in the form of consuming darkness. For a long time I tried to run away from it, tried to forget. Then I realized that there was no point in running. But you have to decide: will you meet with open arms, or with an ax in your hands?

A pleasant warmth was spreading in Mikasa’s chest. She always felt so nice and calm around Levi. The touch of his caring hands helped not to lose heart, and now they gently escorted her into the house. Even though he was grumbling about her being reckless again, there was a soft smile on his face.

My Twister of Darkness from death, pain and regrets is a hundred times more pleasant than your pleasant words.

I got lost in a snowstorm among the canyons of North Texas and met Santi, a smiling, kind native american. He warmed him up, he helped... but would you want to stay with him on Christmas night?

Over Berlin - the glow of a fire. This is not a real fire, this is a regime that breaks thousands of people so that several people involved in the authorities achieve their goals. These are the stories of those who had to obey the laws of time in order to survive. The only question is, will they keep what is worth living for? And will they remain themselves when the familiar world collapses

Five Nordic countries were the top consumers of coffee per capita in the world in early XXI. Now, since the rest of the world has ended, they are running out of stock and have to deal with it.

Love is the lot of the weak. To confess one's feelings is to willingly point out one's vulnerability. That is where the crushing blow is sure to strike. Only fools can bring themselves to the scaffold.

After a devastating Rash pandemic, only the five Nordics stay alive amidst the Silent World. They fight silence and monsters, each in his own way, and build their world anew. Or will it be different worlds?

Jake wants to hide every time someone call him a freak. But wherever he goes, Drew finds him. Always finds.

Said Tsunayoshi looking at the grave of his younger brother. Without even imagining that his soul is nearby...

On the slope of life, under the boundless sky canvas, the apiary is spread out, like a forgotten memory in the heart of an old garden. Here, among the golden meadows, every morning ray of the sun gently awakens thousands of little workers, shrouded in honey mystery and the breath of blooming fields.

In a valley where the grasses bent under the wind like the sea under the caress of the moon, there lived a shepherd named Elias. His life was like a song, slowly flowing through time, filled with quiet iridescences of light and shadows.