Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

There is a type of people who want to live without adventure, “there aren’t enough stars in the sky,” that’s what they say about them, and our hero is one of them, but at one moment everything changes, and your quiet and calm life turns into a series of events, which you wouldn’t wish even your enemy to visit.

Mary was researching the Creeper, hoping to take her revenge on him for kidnapping and killing her brother twenty-three years ago. Now an adult woman, she sets out to find the monster and learn more about him. She succeeds in finding him, but something in her sparks an interest in the Creeper. In the end it resulted in something she would never forget.

- Just remember about me, - his phrase will quietly burst into her consciousness before Sylvie opens her eyes the next morning, and all their touches, dance and tender kiss will turn out to be just a sweet dream... - That's all you can do now.

Life dictates its rules, and Harry Potter is not the boy the magical world expects him to be. Even at a young age Harry knows who he is, what he wants, and goes for it, but one day unexpected circumstances turn everything upside down. Would this new life he's been dumped into be a blessing or just another circle of hell? This is a side-story for 'Mirror' — a collection of one-shots about Harry's Hogwarts years. Rating is for language and violence.

- But they let me *** -Put a slow one, please *** -Let me invite you to dance *** - I don't know how to slow dance *** -It's a full moon today *** -Lead me *** - Shut up *** - And if I continue? *** - It's impossible... *** - The camera can't see them! *** -We will not forget this holiday for a long time...

The female Predalien was born on Yautja ship and survived the ship's crash on Earth. Now it's her mission to find hosts for the new Xenomorphs and create a new hive. Pairing: female Predalien x human male

On a rainy evening, a man ran into a corner of hope, where he destroyed it.

— Ani, he's beautiful! I love you, I love you very much!.. Skywalker turns over on his side with a smile, putting his right hand on the empty bed. "Padme..." he whispers, opening his eyes a little.

In a quiet town, lost among the green hills, there was an old wooden church. With a firmament covered with streaks of time, it towered over the surrounding terrain, like an archaic guardian of centuries-old history. The roof, covered with moss and streaks, bent thoughtfully over the gray earthquake felt in the depths of the soul. This church was like an immortal metaphor for the loss to which the village was subjected.

Vanessa was running away from the police and ended up in Silent Hill. She couldn't have imagined that this place would become her own personal hell.

I was afraid to forget. But now I understand. I should have feared to remember...

The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

The city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.

Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.

In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.

Sometimes one wrong decision can ruin everything. This is what happened with our Strawberry...

He never thought that he would lose his virginity in a hospital bed, diagnosed with cancer, at the very last stage. Precisely speaking, being near death. What life brings!

Darkness enveloped the room like a damp cloak that you carry through the night forest, blotting out the stars with your darkness. Only the faint light of the monthly radiance penetrated through the fabric of the curtains, spreading across the floor in quiet spots.

In the city of shadows, where echoes linger, Whispers of time, a mournful singer. Streets paved with dreams, now shrouded in gray, A symphony of silence, where memories decay.

Thick fog swirls in the corners of the ancient city, like a veil of mystery, shedding candlelight through the braided fingers of antiquity. The wind rises into the heart of this darkness, bringing with it the sounds of fear and recognition. In the middle of the streets, a figure wrapped in a cloak of dark dreams wanders along stone walls obscured by darkness. This is a flagellant wandering along the paths of self-denial.