Tag "Drama" - Works and Original stories

Through the dark clouds of the night, the windmill soared like a sad torch in the darkness. Its blades slowly turned, like the heartbeat of a forgotten village shrouded in mystery and mysticism. The mill stood at the edge of the forest, like a guardian of the night, with its silent rotation protecting the mysterious secrets hiding in the depths of the forest.

In the shade of ancient maples, amid the noise of autumn leaves, stood an old janitor, like the last guardian of an unconquered memory.

The whole baker's house was filled with a note of sweet honey, the aroma of fresh pastries, like a gentle song with nostalgic notes. There was something magical in his eyes, like the stars in the sky at dark at night.

In a quiet corner of the ancient city, among the narrow streets and abandoned houses, stood an ancient church, like the last guardian of the soul of this place. This temple has been a holy house for many centuries, and it was destined to meet the last priest who would sweep through its walls.

I never thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to someone to be close to you. But unfortunately, we have to do this sometimes. So, I have no choice. I understand there is no point in trying to change something because everything is hopeless in my case. This is my goodbye letter for those, who truly wanted to make me a little happier but did not manage to help me trust them and open my heart and my soul to them...

He wouldn't allow her to die, but the mere idea, the sole posibility of her dying right there, before his eyes, was making his chest hurt even more than from his unrequited love.

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

I’m just a little homeless kitten that feels lonely and is learning how to survive in this world full of bad and good people. At some moment, I almost lost hope that I would find a warm home and a loving owner. But one day, I meet the people, who I instantly get sympathy for. My cat’s gut tells me they could take me with them and give me everything I’m dreaming about…

In a mysterious palace, standing on the edge of the twilight reality, a handsome prince lived, sighing heavily, whose life was a pattern of dreams and hopes. He was a gift of fate, something that could conquer the very horizons. But, like walking clouds, the eyelids of fate revealed their plans.

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.

Has someone ever told you that your dreams are nonsense, and you should not waste your time on them? Has someone ever tried to ruin them at the root and decide how you should live, saying they know much better? That’s what my mother is doing. She believes my wish of becoming a writer is a stupid thing. But I am not going to give up so easily and will do my best to reach for my dream and prove to her that my hobby is not a waste of time, as she wants to think.

This is a collection of short stories about "Saibou no hanashi", the pilot chapter of Cells at Work.

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.

Our protagonists land in another organism, where the situation is even worse than before and the darkness even more impenetrable. Right after their arrival they get separated, but, after having gone through a bunch of trials, they can finally meet each other again.

What can turn into a ray of light in a world full of darkness and despair? What helps to not give up and survive? What is capable of healing desperate souls? Only love.

Lovino Vargas hates robots, hates their perfection and their complete lack of flaws and errors. And that's why he hates Feliciano so much... the robot he has gotten from his grandpa. However, Lovino would have never expected Feliciano to actually have a single flaw in his system.

White blood cell U-1146 is dying from poisoning, but his friends don't give up, trying to save him.