Tag "Angst" - Works and Original stories

At the edge of the world, where the heavens embrace the earth for the last time, there lived one soul that lost its bright star. Her life was like an endless ocean full of unexplored secrets and unfathomable depths. But in this ocean, the melody of sadness sounded like a quiet wind gently blowing over the soul, reminding of sad goodbyes.

That evening, the sky blossomed with lights, like a huge kaleidoscope in the hands of the gods. Orange, pink and purple shades mixed in this grand palette, as if the artist's brush was slowly and carefully stroking the clouds. The air was filled with the smell of freshness after a long rain, and at that moment, standing on the top of the hill, I felt that the world was coming to life around me.

n the dark distance of the vague sea, where the sky merges with the waters, longing floated like a quiet fog, enveloping everything around. It was a beautiful world, but its beauty was imbued with sadness, like a forgotten melody sounding in the depths of the heart.

In the remote corridors of the soul, under the ledge of gray clouds, the shadows of the past darkened, like clouds gathering in the atmosphere of forgotten moments. Where the light rushes between the holes in the gray clouds, there lives a man carrying his own storm.

Sometimes your appearance can decide much. If you're beautiful, everyone wants to befriend you. So, what about those, who they don't accept because you don't fit their beauty standards? Sadly, I wasn't lucky to be born as a handsome boy. That’s why my mother is probably the only one to admire me, and I have to get bullied. And hide that I have a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world, who will never pay attention to me and would prefer the irresistible but stupid and mean boy over me.

For two months now we have been meeting in dreams and looking for a home... (OFC/ Aegon Targaryen)

Lovino is a very strange guy: he's a loner with eternal distrust in his eyes, detests going outside and hates people more than anything. But what caused him to become like this? Who would YOU turn into, if you were able to hear other people's thoughts and feelings?

A poem, dedicated to the death of DA4901, in the 40th chapter of the manga.

If Lovino Vargas could have described that moment, he would have just used one single word: colors. A palette of colors accompanying this perfect moment, where pain didn't exist and where the warmth of a hand was engraved in his skin, a love story written all over his body...

Everybody knows that player is the one who controls Kris. But maybe the player just didn`t really had a choice...?

At the very edge of the world, where the gray sky merges with the endless ocean, there was a lonely heavenly island. It seemed as if he had been torn out of a dream, a place where all hopes had faded and only melancholy remained.

Under the weight of the black sky of the Exclusion Zone lies a heavy gloom, like a blanket of despair. In these forgotten places, where nature struggles with the barrier of anomalies, loneliness becomes a faithful companion of every stalker.

The pale light of the street lamps dissipated in the night, creating mysterious shadows, like ghosts floating through the empty streets of a sleeping city. Everything was silent and motionless, as if waiting for something inevitable.

In a quiet, remote village where time passed slowly, there lived an old blind artist named Anatoly. His house was old and gloomy, just like his fate.

Somewhere in the gray bowels of the city, where panel houses stand like tombstones, there lived a woman named Anna. Her life was like an endless series of rainy days, when not a single ray of sunlight could be seen, and gray clouds seemed to take away all hopes.

Any outside observer would say he didn't react at all, but Hermione sees his eyes open a little, the way his wrinkles smooth out, the way his lips purse, and she knows he missed her too.