Tag "Drabble" - Works and Original stories

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.

In the enchanting ballet of life, the strings of harmony of the melody will float along with every breath. In the notes of serene moments, like spring buds, a blooming crown of beautiful little things blooms. Like dew drops on the petals, they shine in the light, filling the hearts with their tenderness and joy.

Only at this time he understanding, only right now

— Did you know that I love you? – Alena asked without moving, sitting with a relaxed face, like she's asking this question every day. — Of course. — Not as a friend.

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.

Seems like one person, but so different

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.

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.

Nothing can surprise Zoro like dessert near his portion

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.

On the outskirts of a quiet village stood an old blacksmith shop, like a forgotten page in the book of time. Its walls, upholstered with slabs of tarnished metal, seemed to keep the secrets of the past terrible days. Once upon a time, metal slicing the air sounded in this iron heart, like the melody of an ancient bard, sparkling and flashing like stars in the night sky.

The day that was Minho's last and the day that was Jisung's last happy day.

He looks down. He looks down. These two live at different levels, and the difference is a meter. Why, then, does he seem to be able to see a naked soul in front of him? The soul of a stranger without a gleam in his eye. The wind freezes thin cheekbones, and eyelids in blue don't close. There is no time to even blink. They met each other, among passers-by in silence, beyond the horizon of the largest ocean, after three myriads. At an expensive boutique, somewhere behind a cafe. Under the amethyst

In the shadow of a forgotten time, under the mossy roofs of ancient memories, there lived one story. It began as a light breeze playing with the mottled leaves of autumn. But in this invisible fabric of fate there was something more mysterious than just a fleeting breath.

“If you had a fire and could only take one thing out, what would it be?”