Tag "Dark" - Works and Original stories

Silence closed in deep caves, like a treasure shrouded in darkness and riddles. When I went down into the bowels of the earth, my heart sank from the feeling of the mystery of this place. Facing the damp walls of the cave, it was as if I had entered another world, where the blinding beauty of complete silence had taken refuge.

Mentally, Drake was proud of himself, and this pleasure in death allowed him to smile one last time before plunging into darkness, for himself.

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.

Where are countries disappearing to?

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.

Visdomnia is shattered, the world-walkers are saved, nobody knows that Eo is a dusk, that Lololoshka kissed Ashra, and no one knows that our heroes destroyed Visdomnia. But this is not the end; we still have to find out why Lololoshka ended up in Visdomnia and the true reason he lost his memory during the transition.

“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.

People are punished here not by trial, but by fear, wich is inspired by The Nightmares in their dream. This initiative was introduced by the government to reduce crime, but is that really works? People even scared of thinking about changes, because they know: their thoughts aren't theirs anymore. But some take a risk to go against the system. To “Seven No” with grin they answer “Seven Yes”, even standing on different sides of the chessboard.

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.

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.