Tag "Drama" - Works and Original stories

During Tahl's funeral, Qui-Gon is visited by another vision...

In a quiet village, far from noisy cities and the passing of time, an old Castle rested. In one of its dark corners lived Death — a mysterious and mysterious entity, the personification of the end of life.

In the sky, a bizarre weather vane, like a grotesque carousel, was spinning, spreading its wings with the wind and shining with the colors of the rainbow. Then golden-yellow, then bright red - they captivated the eye and mysteriously melted, like fleeting emotions on people's faces.

An ordinary thief with a terrible secret, dreaming of escaping from the slums of the capital to the northern lands. A friend trapped in a cage of someone else's consciousness. A guy who has lost everything except dreams of killing his own comrade. A young enthusiast striving to bring the scales of justice into balance. And these four are capable of changing the course of history in their state or destroying millions of worlds.

In the fading light of autumn twilight, when the last rays of the sun penetrated through the shimmering foliage, I was crossing a slippery bridge, an unusual landscape appeared before me. The forest seemed to call me into its universe so beautiful, as if magic was in the air.

Magic world is tinkering at wounds after the Second Magical War. Hermione Granger who had gone through much more than has been seen and said is honestly mending her own scars as best as she can for many years. Until she understands that she does not want anymore. Granger decides to cross herself out from magical society. And so, she does. In her own awkward way. Not entirely, but still she does. But then Mr. Dou comes to her life and brings the past with him.

“Nunnally, I'm your brother,” said Darth Zero. “No!” Nunnaly wispered in horror. “It's not true. It's impossible!” Classic “Luke, I am your father” scene, but with Code Geass caracters. Both Lelouch and Nunnally are unaware that their sibling is alive, how will they react to the sudden reunion? What thoughts will be in their minds? Beware of tons of flashy emotions, heaps of horror, action, and deep immersion in the characters' feelings.

Only at this time he understanding, only right now

When the world around crumbles into dust, and darkness seems endless, when the pull of the bottomless pit of despair is insurmountable, and life is an unbearable living hell full of pain and misery, all you need to do is say "please". And who knows, maybe your angel will hear your plea and come. It is the end of Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts and Severus Snape is one breath away from taking his own life. Will anybody hear how fast his heart thrums its last beats?

In the shadow of the evening twilight, when the last rays of sunset plunge the world into a deep sleep, the story of lies blooms like a dark flower in the glade of truth. In the heart of a small town, where trees whisper secrets to the wind, a story emerges about a man whose smile was a bright sun in gray days.

On the corner of the street, immersed in the shadow of the past days, there was an old ice cream shop. Its windows glittered like eyes in the dim light of the street lamps. Summer had left this city, but inside the shop there was another summer alive, trapped in the icy walls.

– You Made a terrible mistake, Micheal How can a stupid joke turn into the murdering? Micheal knows...

In the shadow of a starry evening, when the heavens were blooming with azure, there lived a lonely black magician. His name has been forgotten for centuries, like old lines in forgotten books. Wisdom and kindness were hidden in his heart, but his gifts were wrapped in black magic.

Seems like one person, but so different

At the tips of the star thread, where darkness meets light, hovers the memory of an old steam locomotive, whose dreams were woven into the haze of the past. This steel giant was the living heart of the railways, and its steam legends left a shadow on the platform of time.

Sometimes heroes come too late to save someone. But it's never too late to take revenge.

In a small room, sunk in semi-darkness, there was an antique table. On it, as if forgotten by the artist, lay a diary of dreams. Its cover, worn by time, was like the evening sky, tinged with shades of lilac and indigo. Everything mysterious and mysterious was hidden behind thick pages, as if in the very depths of the night sky.

In a dark corner of the city, where the rain was weaving thin threads of its jets, three entities met – a man, a robot and a demon. The evening was like a gathering of shadows, but it was in this darkness that the luminaries of fate lit up.

In ancient times, in the innermost corners of the soul of each of us, there is a mysterious garden – a world of flowers that, like stars in the night sky, bloom in moments of joy and fade in a moment of heavy grief. And so, in this garden of an ordinary person hovering in everyday life, rainbow petals bloomed and the aromas of happiness appeared, but, as in everyone's life, it was time for rain.

On the edge of the twilight pool, where the heavens lie on the earth, there lived an old philosopher. In his house, built of faded stars and ancient memories, time flowed slowly, like a viscous river of melancholy. There was a look in his eyes, like stars in the night sky, squeezed between the fingers of time.