Tag "Drama" - Works and Original stories

Billy had loved his family so much, and Hannah’s voice was so like Agnes’, so when he heard the Washington calling for help down in the mines, he rebelled against his cursed self and his even more cursed instincts. Not only he refused to eat Hannah, but also did everything in his power to prevent her from turning into a Wendigo herself! Makkapitew and others were not pleased—obviously—but it’s not that any of them can do anything about it now. After all, rules are rules.

At the edge of the world, where the sky had become an unreal carpet of evening haze, the beach stretched like a forgotten verse in the book of time. The sand, soft as a memory of the past days, met the wave streaming from the boundless horizon. The sea seemed like a big ocean of longing, in which the sun's rays were drowning, coloring the water surface with shades of unspoken sadness.

In the shadow of a forgotten city, where time wove its nets of old memories, there was a homeless emperor. He was the lord of the forgotten streets, covered with the dust of time, and his palace was a dilapidated house under the arches of heaven. His empire was empty, as if locked in bronze tombs of memory.

In the lost alleys of the city, where the walls of houses are like silent witnesses to forgotten stories, there lived a homeless tramp named Wind. His long hair was intertwined with fate, and his eyes, like the heavens in a gray cloud, despite their bottomless gaze, radiated something inexpressibly dreary.

For a long time, the heavens gave light to the stars, which have now faded away, like the last sighs of ancient constellations. Surrounded by the darkness of the night, a lonely traveler walks along forgotten paths where the stars used to have fun.

Would fourteen-year-old Albus have believed that four years later he would meet again the boy he once cherished the most? That he would be standing on the same balcony in their shared flat with him, watching Scorpius nervously light a new cigarette? No way. But could Al complain when a voice so familiar and gentle touched his hearing again, addressing him. "Just stay with me a little longer."

This happened before the fall of Kaenri'ah. Before the world fell into the Abyss. Before the Heavenly principles ceased to differ from the very darkness that it had been trying to eradicate for millennia. This was right after I was separated from my brother. And I’m probably glad that he didn’t see all this. I met someone after a long journey through Teyvat, but... Light and darkness... They have always been incompatible. Two extremes of one whole that can never be together. Never...

Devon is a demon who believes only in human sinfulness. Christopher is a guy whose life has long lost meaning. Having met the demon in the library at night, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to make a deal with the demon. Devon didn’t think that for the first time he would give up a human soul... But what is it? Curiosity? The desire to prove that he is right? “So, Mr. Demon, don't you want to take my soul?” A story where black and white makes no sense.

Something strange is starting to happen in the ’amazing digital circus", although what could be stranger than this world itself? Only if it is something that contradicts the data of AI . Something that should not have appeared, but it appeared unexpectedly and does not disappear in any way. But would he like it to disappear?

A stuffy room. A night without commitment. The last three hours before dawn.

Sherlock, locked in the perimeter of a love triangle, does everything to win the heart of his beloved.

They have no unrequited love, only the desire to hide from the world in a bathtub full of ice, escaping from the fear of losing happiness.

In a world where the lines of reality and dreams are intertwined, there is a rookery of sadness, monotony and tarnished colors. The story about him resembles clouds floating across the sky in silence.

A special rose bloomed in the depths of the scarlet gardens. Her beautiful petals, like silk handkerchiefs, framed every look with sophistication. But the beauty of this rose hid a tragic story that tells why it's easier to be a bad person.

Plunging into the depths of my soul, I discovered that we, like stars in the sky, are born in different places and times. Despite this, we all strive to be equal – equal pieces of this great puzzle called life.

In the city of piles and faceless facades, where everyone has long sold his soul to the devil under an easily recognizable brand, there lived an unusually handsome guy named Avalanche. He was of divine origin, his hair burned like gold at sunset, and his eyes were transparent, like dew drops on a daisy petal. Avalanche was a bright torch in the gloomy darkness of consumer society.

New world, new life, new rules. My name is Emiya Shirou. I have a secret, I am a mage. And since I entered Kuoh Academy, mysterious events started happening around me. New danger, new challenges, new enemies. But I'm not afraid. Because this body is woven out of swords of steel…

What do we know about how our lives will turn out tomorrow?

The whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency.

Fragments of sadness lay on the shore of the boundless ocean. The grains of sand that had once been part of the whole were now lost in the eternal flight of the surf. The sun has just set below the horizon, shrouding the entire expanse of the sky with dark clouds. Somewhere in the distance, a melancholic melody sounded, emphasizing the serenity and loneliness of this place.