Tag "Psychology" - Works and Original stories

On a dead planet, where the winds used to whisper gently with the trees and the stars danced in the night sky, silence now reigns. The earth faded, like a tarnished stone that has lost its appeal. I was born here, on this forgotten planet that was once the cradle of life.

On the edge of the misty edge, where dreams merge with reality, a glass planet towered, like a transparent dream in a bottomless universe. The stars were reflected in its city streets, creating light pictures, but only the sounds of sad music filled the gray alleys. The inhabitants of this amazing space city possessed the art of being able to look through glass, peer into the invisible and feel what could not be seen.

Deep beneath the shimmering waves, where the light is absorbed by the darkness of the ocean depths, an underwater city is spread out. In his heart, like a pearl in the depths of the sea, the heart of this lost world was beating. My days flowed slowly, like a current of algae wrapping around the glass walls of our houses.

“Easy come, easy go, right, Teira?” Takeo has learnt that he has never had a sister. The very one close person he had in his life –Teira – turned out to be an evil scientist who used his vitality for an experiment. But even though he understands it all he cannot but hold on their relationship.

For another moment he lets his hand linger over the button, before finally giving in and accepting the call. "I'm listening," he says, not knowing which hero's voice will greet him on the other end. "Deku?" His hand clenches automatically - he stares at the screen in utter disbelief, re-reading the number, and only now does he recognize bits and pieces of the sequence. "R-Rody?" In the midst of catching escaped villains and sinking deeper into the dark Izuku gets a very unexpected call

Ches is angry, he presses the gas pedal and the "Panther" takes him away: away from the traitor Glam, who traded him for a woman, away from disappointment, towards, as it seemed to him then, happiness, fame and recognition...

In the shadow of steel monoliths, tall as fate, life was woven with a thin thread, weaving its way through gray everyday life and hard days. The city was like a giant machine, endlessly working, laying its arteries in the middle of a concrete jungle.

In the deep bowels of time flows the river of life, full of brilliance and secret ways. Its waters, like magic mirrors, reflect myriad moments, rays of happiness and shadows of grief. With every turn, with every bend of its winding path, we sail through the epochs, like travelers on an endless ocean.

On the edge of a forgotten village, where time weaves slowly, like patterns on ancient carpets, there was a lonely stove. Her body, like a heart, was wrapped in a layer of time, like autumn foliage delicately covering the ground.

My name is Emilia Mirele Fry. I was born mixed with a sorcerer and a fairy. Maybe that’s when I let myself be shackled, but not my inner strength. Many people think that if the creature is weak, it is possible to break it completely. But many forget that a hunted animal can rip the host.

Everything feels sharper at gunpoint. DBH

Twenty fifth of December. Apparently, everyone was in a hurry to finish affairs before the New Year, ignoring the fact that many were already celebrating Christmas on this day. The man, who will turn twenty-nine next year, did not care at all about these holidays. Useless, stupid vanity with a hint of hypocrisy. But still this date mattered. Large enough for a person, who has never built illusions about the structure of the world and human essence. Today was his nephew's birthday.

Itoshi Sae is four when he finds his dream, his miracle. A couple of years later, he sees this miracle in his brother, and in the end he is ready to do anything if only the whole world would see this miracle. Even become the new Uchiha Itachi. And if Rin accepts him after that, Sae swears — on his last day on Earth, he will make the best pass in the world to the best striker in the world, to his brother. To Rin.

Have you ever become attached to fictional characters? To their story, their world? Have you wished you were in the universe of your favorite franchise? Meet in person those you’ve watched and loved for so long? Make friends with them, relive the whole adventure anew, but now not as a spectator, but as one of the actors? Or maybe even change the course of the story and achieve the ending that you want?.. Well, this story is just about that.

The past will not go away. It will always be a part of you and will haunt you until the end. I understood this when that same past returned to my father, reminding me of itself. And then, this same past began to haunt me. Appearing in the face of nightmares, in the form of consuming darkness. For a long time I tried to run away from it, tried to forget. Then I realized that there was no point in running. But you have to decide: will you meet with open arms, or with an ax in your hands?

A pleasant warmth was spreading in Mikasa’s chest. She always felt so nice and calm around Levi. The touch of his caring hands helped not to lose heart, and now they gently escorted her into the house. Even though he was grumbling about her being reckless again, there was a soft smile on his face.

"Ches… What the heck are you wearing?" Glam froze, fist still poised in mid-air to knock on the bus door a fourth time, as he stared at Ches. More specifically, at Ches's legs which fidgeted nervously beneath a very plaid, very pink, and very short pleated skirt. ---------------------------- Wherein Ches and Glam trip on acid together.

Over Berlin - the glow of a fire. This is not a real fire, this is a regime that breaks thousands of people so that several people involved in the authorities achieve their goals. These are the stories of those who had to obey the laws of time in order to survive. The only question is, will they keep what is worth living for? And will they remain themselves when the familiar world collapses

Love is the lot of the weak. To confess one's feelings is to willingly point out one's vulnerability. That is where the crushing blow is sure to strike. Only fools can bring themselves to the scaffold.

A human being is a big lump of everything, in which there is color, sound, heat and pressure. This energy is even unpleasant to feel because of how chaotic and unstable it is. And only one person felt not like a mixture of everything, but like a crystal clear ball of light.