Her voice, a trembling melody,
A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday,
The dream's embrace would fade away,
Leaving us both in disarray.
"Let go, my love, and break these chains,
For love in dreams brings naught but pains,
A fleeting joy, a transient bliss,
That leaves behind an endless abyss."
Where should I begin? Does this experiment even have a beginning? It appeared long before ideas were formed into words, and those, in turn, were transformed into lines of endless code, which then evolved into—... I suppose it's not that hard to guess what happened next. The Stanley Parable happened.
The square I used to see every day on my way home is in front of my eyes. Over the years it became such a familiar, even beloved view that I no longer noticed the changes. It's been a long time… But now I glance at my watch – I have sixteen minutes to take it all in
Kris knows the truth no one else sees: the Dark World never ended.
The Soul in his chest whispers "Proceed" and watches everything freeze.
Noelle still smiles, thanks him, believes it was just a dream.
But he can’t lie anymore.
Not when the splinter of ice slides onto her finger.
Not when black veins bloom like frost under her skin.
Not when the light in her eyes simply… goes out.
In empty church halls, two children walk a path no one follows.
Season 3 ended a bit differently; after cancelling the diatom apocalypse, the Snake got stuck in the human form, with all his godlike powers out of reach. And surrounded by folks just excited to retaliate. But a proper villain never gives up. Now his goal is at least to survive, and at most, to revert to his true form, extinguish the Universe, and snatch the Rose all for himself (in any order).
I want to stay in his arms like a child with their parent. I don’t want anything else. I need him the way fish need water, the way fire needs air, the way hope needs prayer.
When a regular Russian high schooler receives an invitation to Hope's Peak Academy International Branch, he thinks he just got lucky. The fact that he has just witnessed a mass murder has nothing to do with it, right?
And his weird magical powers too, I guess.
"The last thing I want to do is laugh, because Tristan doesn't look like a prank victim you'd tease until graduation. No, the plain black uniform dress fits him with an almost frightening rightness..."
One shared mission, two maid uniforms, and one very cramped closet — life sometimes delivers a second chance in quite unexpected "packaging" 😏
— Awesome game, — commented one of Ilya's fans sitting behind me. Someone decided to support the team, and another wave of satisfied cheers swept through the arena. I had to leave quickly to wait for that idiot near the locker rooms. Half an hour remained, plus about twenty or even forty minutes were spent shaking hands with opponents, answering questions from journalists, and other crap, so there was no need to hurry. I just managed to go to a café, located fifteen minutes from the arena, buyin
Imagine this. You’re living your life peacefully, and then—bam—everything disappears. Everything you loved or didn’t love is now in the past, gone forever, irretrievable. On top of that, some responsibility lands on you, though it doesn’t really affect you much.
Now you’re no longer human—you’re a robot... or rather, a drone than a robot. A drone with strange abilities and potential that even the Creator himself might envy...
And you still look at me with your disgusting chestnut eyes. Deliberately branding my heart with a red-hot iron. Jokingly running a blade across someone else's soul. Maliciously mocking, grotesquely baring your neat, snow-white teeth. You worn-out cunt.
The cold and pragmatic merchant from the clan of fox-people could have never imagined that one day he would become the Knight Commander of the crusade against the Lord of Locusts. But when all the heroes had been powerless for a hundred years, maybe it takes a villain to save the world?
The Antagonist successfully completed his "crusade" in New York… but even after that, he cannot find peace. Reborn in Hell as a newly minted sinner demon, he must now make his way through capital Pentagram City. It's time for him to kill… and it's time for him to die… again (at least, try to).
I drank heavily. It had always been that way. Wine clouded my mind and left only raw emotions. When I was drunk, I could love Caracalla, I could give in and yield. Like now. But in the morning, I would wake up—and it would all start over again. I was the ruler of an empire, but my entire empire had shrunk to the size of one man.
A collection of short stories from the lives of Geta and Caracalla before they became Roman emperors and lost their parents. The main characters are teenagers, future rulers, exploring the world around them, themselves, and their feelings for each other. A prequel to the fic ‘And I Repeat’; part of the ‘Gladiating’ series.