Tag "Drama" - Works and Original stories

He met him in Rome. Almost sixteen years after the fateful Halloween. He has arrived at a potions symposium, and he is slowly walking along the narrow snow-covered streets. Severus Snape and James Potter.

Fujin, having found free moments during a trip to the past, in order to take possession of the crown of Kronika, tries to guide his beloved, with whom he lived together several times in the Earthrealm, on the right path.

Colette will never forget this day...

Parting with a loved one turns into a real torture when you can't give up your family and have to stay close to two cousins who dislike you… The only thing they have left are rare warm calls and constant correspondence… They both suffer from this separation and both understand that there is simply no other way…

Perhaps this song would have saved you now if you had listened to this advice.... You and Fyodor are bound by chains... Chains of death

In the shadow of the magic dome that, like an invisible hand of fate, embraced the city, life flowed slowly, like tears on glass. The streets of the city were curved like ancient dreams, covered with the dust of time. The houses rose to the sky like guardians of unspoken secrets, their facades glittering with soft light, giving the impression that in every window there is a story hidden that no one dares to tell.

In the shadow of past dreams, where the stars lay on the horizon, there lived a man whose dream eluded him like a light breath of wind in the midnight silence. Every night he went to bed like a sea of rest, but dreamed of fatigue, of the world that opened only in the arms of weightlessness of sleep.

From time to time I have a dream, Where you and I do a lot of fun But as soon as I open my eyes, You're quickly disappearing. Well I guess I'll try Find you of sleep outside... ___________©Strwbrry/L i z o K___

In the dark sky of my soul, like stars whispering their secrets, a bright planet called "Destiny" flashed. Her light was reflected in my eyes, giving life meaning and filling it with unknown possibilities.

It should've never happened like this. It should've never ended like this.

After the “death” of Soulless, things took their turn. And up to a certain point everything was fine, but then one day, when Soulless carefully went about his usual business, news came to him.

There is constant murder in the city, the news is all about this, they also talk about some “Soulless”, who received his nickname because of the cruelty of the murder, someone calls him a murderer, and someone considers him an idol, but who is he? In fact?

Otis naively believed that after going through some rough experiences in high school, he would be able to keep his emotions under control and never do anything rash again. But his plans, as usual, come crashing down. And all it takes is one look into the blue eyes of his neighbor who lives on the other side of his dorm room wall. A wall so thin that Otis becomes a reluctant listener to Conard's wild pastime activities.Until one day, after their absurd first meeting, Otis realizes that he simply

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.

Chad grabbed Ryan's shoulders in front of him, and closed his eyes. He inhaled. Powdered sugar. This, what he could perceive. He exhaled. But he couldn't wait to breathe in again.

An assumption about how events in the movie "Seed" could develop after the finale.