Tag "Psychology" - Works and Original stories

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.

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.

Fizzaroli was always afraid of disappointing his idol: to the point of shaking legs, to the intermittent breathing, to the panicked beating of his heart. And only when Ozzy appears nearby does Fizz finally realize that someone much more important has appeared in his life...

Reality can be deceptive, it plays with us and seems to change, every second shimmers with fascinatingly bright colors and beckons, as if it wants to swallow. Usually we refuse it and live an ordinary life: grow up, lick our wounds, go to work and have a family. But what if someone decides to join this game, and then plunge into it with his head?

Sonic cannot find a common language with Amy Rose, who has been pestering him again and again. Sonic does not reciprocate Amy's love, because he considers her just his friend. Since Amy, on the contrary, loves Sonic very much and does not want to give up, sincerely believing that she can win his love for herself. One day, they both accidentally cross paths with each other in the same hotel while on vacation. And then fate decides to throw them a test - early in the morning they discover that the

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

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.

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.

Once, on the shore of a picturesque lake, there was a small house. This house seemed to be a bridge between two worlds – a world of peace and quiet, and a world of incomprehensible sadness.

Autumn weekdays are like a dance of leaves in the wind - every day a new performance of a magnificent ballet, in which penetrating sadness is intertwined with unique beauty.

Faced with an internal crisis, writer Sebastian Michaelis goes on a cruise to improve his health and finish his book. He meets his good friend Vincent, who introduces Sebastian to his sons. What a surprise for our hero when, quite unexpectedly, he finds himself in love with one of them. But the man has little time to figure out his feelings and their cause.