Tag "Experiment" - Works and Original stories

Your eyes, like stars, shine bright, Guiding me through the night.

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.

In the world of “Miraculous” Marinette Dupain-Cheng has lost all miraculouses and doesn't know how to proceed. Monarch transfers the powers to the villains, and this greatly complicates the situation. Marinette has fallen in love with Chat Noir, who also has feelings for her, but they both can't vent to each other because of past attempts.

Mike sings, still way too close to Will’s face. Byers frowns again, his brain scrambling to figure out where those words are from, trying hard not to think about what’s happening.

A fun and playful collection of stories in a fantasy setting, created to make you smile from your heart at painful topics.

This collection with a self-explanatory title, “To feel,” is aimed at reducing dialogue and increasing descriptions. It does not contain names, surnames, or cities. The essence of the work is the emphasis not on characters, but on feelings, emotions, atmosphere. Happy reading.

a collection of poems that I decided to start writing.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and the stench of decay. The knight, his name lost to the ages, stumbled through the cavern, his armor battered and dented. He’d been fighting for hours, the echo of his blade’s clang against the dragon’s scales reverberating through the echoing space. Every strike, every parry, drained him further, his breath a ragged, rasping sound.

The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.

The world had become a canvas of muted colours. The once vibrant greens and blues of the meadows had faded to a weary ochre, and the sun, once a fiery ball of life, hung like a tired old lamp in the sky. The air was thick with the scent of dying leaves and the mournful cry of migrating birds. Autumn was upon them, a melancholic shroud draped over the land.

The first time I noticed it, it was a fleeting reflection, a momentary flash of something that wasn’t quite right. It was in the morning, the sun slanting through the window, and the steam rising from my coffee, swirling, like a miniature cloud. And there, for a split second, I saw the reflection of a woman, not myself, but another. Her face was pale, her eyes shadowed, and there was a sadness in her expression that mirrored the emptiness I felt within.

Everything happens in the Miraculous world after season 4, when Marinette was already in love with Cat Noir. (Actions after season 5 of the 2th episode do not count). They are all 17 years old. The cat Noir's in love with Marinette, Marinette's in love with Cat, and everything's confusing. They haven't yet confessed their feelings to each other and aren't planning yet. How will it all happen?

That day the Sunshine left. The sun went out and the sky fell as Sunshine died. At that moment, everyone's heart stopped. At that moment the ground disappeared from under their feet. It went out. Their dear sun. Rest in peace dear Sunny. Since then, everything has gone differently. Everyone thought it was their fault, and everyone felt that something had been stolen from them. Without the sun, the world cannot continue to exist, but their worlds must. They must get used to living without light.

Yes, sometimes this everything Makes me feel like I'm just nothing.

— Not now, it’s not time for lube yet.

I have never had a choice Poison colors and dead animals Were a perfect way to spend My kids-last lovely vernals

How many more sunsets must I witness, Before the shadows of doubt disappear? How many tears must I shed, Before the pain is finally lost in the wind?