Tag "Drabble" - Works and Original stories

A lonely vessel, forgotten and unseen. An aluminum heart, devoid of gleam, Echoes the silence of a forsaken dream. Once cradled warmth, now easy and bare,

They got into the Digital Circus by accident, but they already have feelings for each other.

In a forgotten corner of the universe, where the stars lost their names in the bottomless darkness, lived an ordinary man named Elias. His days flowed like a stream, invisible and boundless, and the gray walls of the city stood like guardians of time. No one noticed the humble Elias until one day an unknown event soared into the sky, spreading dried-up dreams into thousands of sparks.

A long time ago, there was an old house in a corner of a small town. There was a strange woman who lived in this house. She was like a riddle shrouded in a fog of unsolved mysteries. Her name was Eliza. She was an artist and spent every day in her dark studio surrounded by canvases and paints.

In a dark corner of an old theater stood a lone puppeteer. His eyes, like two twinkling stars, sparkled in the dim light of the stage lights. Each of his dolls was a work of art created from wood and dreams. He was a master of controlling the threads of life, leading his wooden actors through the invisible drama that was happening in his imagination.

At the very top of a small hill stood an ancient swing, forgotten by time and shrouded in a blanket of soft grass. Swaying in the gentle touch of the wind, they seemed to hold memories of childhood, of a time when happiness seemed endless, and the heart was full of innocence.

Gray clouds hung heavily in the sky, as if covered with a veil of sadness. The rain whispered its quiet song, embracing the streets and alleys of the city in thin streams. Drops, like tears of heaven, painted glass mother-of-pearl patterns on the windows, turning ordinary glass frames into magical portals to the world of melancholy.

In a quiet garden, away from the noise of the world, there was a forgotten apiary. Its cozy corners are hidden from prying eyes, like a secret kept by an old tree. Bees there created their own little worlds, busy with their labors, like unknown artists weaving carpets from golden threads.

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.

Ragata was expecting to see another phantasmagoric weirdo. But it was a girl—and, moreover, in the guise of a puppet.

Jimin decides to go into the forest to pick berries for his pet and just enjoy nature. And Jungkook completely accidentally ruins his plans by confusing Park with a toadstool.

The lady bug And shadybug and cat...

Byron wanted to have tea with his beloved. Edgar wanted to admire his beloved.

"You're mine," his lips whispered in a strangled, husky tone into her fragile shoulder, pulling her to him and inhaling the stupefying scent.

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.