Tag "Drama" - Works and Original stories

In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves its song, A garden of despair, where hopes are gone. Beneath a moon of tears, the night unfolds, A tapestry of loneliness, in darkness holds.

In the shade of ancient trees, on the shore of an endless lake, stood an ancient castle, bathed in the light of the moon. Its white towers stretched to the sky, like mute witnesses of countless stories hidden in the depths of the walls. In this royal refuge, where hundreds of years have passed, the vital smell of antiquity and wisdom was melting away.

«What is true in one world becomes an idea in other. All legends are legends in many dimensions, But the truth is only in the "native" one…» Thus, in the dimension in which two women met, "Black Butler" is only a work of fiction, although in another dimension it is real personalities and events.

In the garden where whispers carry secrets untold, Flowers, withered, in sorrow's grasp they hold. A shadow of days gone by, draped in dusk's cloak, The agony of time, a powerless sorrow spoke.

"And I'm some kind of a wrong 'isekai' character. I didn't get any superpowers, the Eternal and Primordial Forces (exactly like that, all capitalized) don't communicate with me easily, they don't give advice, I haven't tamed any biju, I haven't even acquired much from Iruka."

In a corner of the dark alley, where the raindrops were crying with despair, there was a shadow. He was like a mosaic of the night, fused of dark shades and starry twinkles. His eyes, like two sparkling stars in a bottomless night, glided through the streets, absorbing every moment, like a passionate artist enjoying his work.

Kraken. An ancient deity that everyone fears. And what does he himself think about this. Maybe his tentacles want to bring everyone's good to this world?

In the darkness of the forest, the stars twinkled like tears on the black fabric of the night. The hunter, like a wanderer in this world of shadows, wandered among the trees, his heart beating rhythmically, as if calling him to dance with the ghosts of the past. His gun was his companion, but not his friend. It adorned his shoulder, but it did not warm his soul.

He admired Salieri – after all, who can not admire him?

When the world comes to an end, you blame only yourself. You blamed only yourself for all the tragedies, and now everything has gone wrong again. What are you going to do? Whether you will continue to tread on the spot or not... will you start a new life?

Young Isabella Barnes moves in with her bachelor father, where she becomes relatively popular. But the girl herself is not interested in all these school days: her attention was captured by a mysterious stranger who appears on the horizon only with sunset. And, it seems, she also interested him..

Hinata tries to understand herself and embarks on a path of change. Sasuke isn’t sure if there is a place for him in the new post-war world.

Jurilnar. The crucible of humankind and many other intelligent species. And despite all its beauty, wars have been raging on it for more than eight thousand years. Humans, elves, angels, dragons and the Golden Horde of orcs, goblins, centaurs, minotaurs, rakshasas and trolls. Harold was a warrior from the Dragon mountains, the elder son of the jarl, but one event changed his life to "before" and "after".

Having lost his body and his power, Lord Voldemort returns to the UK in the summer of 1994 while British wizards are preparing for the Quidditch World Cup. At the same time, a new face appears in Britain - an unknown witch hiding from her pursuers. She doesn't care about politics or the conflicts of British wizards, her goal is to get rid of her enemies and take revenge on her offenders. Her opponent is powerful, except she prefers not to waste her time on trifles but to act in a big way as well

"I love you," Chandler held out a crumpled scarlet Ipomea flower covered in black, clotted blood. Veronica's eyes darted to it and she recoiled involuntarily. ________ Heather Chandler is alive, Kurt and Ram are dead. Anyone who accepts a confession from a person with hanahaki is bound to that person for the rest of his or her life, whether the feelings are mutual or not.

"The emperor made himself, his folk and his Empire become nothing."

Our life is a game. We are players, and we decide how we play. Everyone chooses their own way. We always complain that we are unlucky, but if we think about it, we have only ourselves to blame. We choose our own fate, but sometimes fate chooses us.

I look at our photo together and remember happy days.

Adrian and Kagami's wedding in a week. Marinette and Felix are in London. How did she get into it? A week ago, he and Adrian were supposed to have a wedding.

Alexander and Elizabeth were made for each other. Everything was going smoothly, almost perfectly. It ended the same way: smoothly. And perfect. Although, who am I kidding? It ended abruptly. It was going, but it was staggering.