Tag "Drabble" - Works and Original stories

I’m just a little homeless kitten that feels lonely and is learning how to survive in this world full of bad and good people. At some moment, I almost lost hope that I would find a warm home and a loving owner. But one day, I meet the people, who I instantly get sympathy for. My cat’s gut tells me they could take me with them and give me everything I’m dreaming about…

In a mysterious palace, standing on the edge of the twilight reality, a handsome prince lived, sighing heavily, whose life was a pattern of dreams and hopes. He was a gift of fate, something that could conquer the very horizons. But, like walking clouds, the eyelids of fate revealed their plans.

At the edge of the world, where the heavens embrace the earth for the last time, there lived one soul that lost its bright star. Her life was like an endless ocean full of unexplored secrets and unfathomable depths. But in this ocean, the melody of sadness sounded like a quiet wind gently blowing over the soul, reminding of sad goodbyes.

Has someone ever told you that your dreams are nonsense, and you should not waste your time on them? Has someone ever tried to ruin them at the root and decide how you should live, saying they know much better? That’s what my mother is doing. She believes my wish of becoming a writer is a stupid thing. But I am not going to give up so easily and will do my best to reach for my dream and prove to her that my hobby is not a waste of time, as she wants to think.

That evening, the sky blossomed with lights, like a huge kaleidoscope in the hands of the gods. Orange, pink and purple shades mixed in this grand palette, as if the artist's brush was slowly and carefully stroking the clouds. The air was filled with the smell of freshness after a long rain, and at that moment, standing on the top of the hill, I felt that the world was coming to life around me.

n the dark distance of the vague sea, where the sky merges with the waters, longing floated like a quiet fog, enveloping everything around. It was a beautiful world, but its beauty was imbued with sadness, like a forgotten melody sounding in the depths of the heart.

The delivery girl didn't understand this "change of attitude", but was telling to herself that she didn't have to, that it was enough to just love him. And, well, this was the problem. She loved him, she loved him so much that it already caused her pain.

The only ones always thanking him for his work were the macrophages and the sweet platelets. But that didn't count in his opinion, because he considered them close colleagues who were, even if it didn't look like it, going through the same from time to time. Just a lot less due to being more "pleasant to the eye" than neutrophils.

In the remote corridors of the soul, under the ledge of gray clouds, the shadows of the past darkened, like clouds gathering in the atmosphere of forgotten moments. Where the light rushes between the holes in the gray clouds, there lives a man carrying his own storm.

Dendritic Cell is madly in love and longing for the Squad Leader of the T-Killers. But does he have even the tiniest chance to win the heart of his beloved?

I continue to watch you from a distance, but you obviously don't have the slightest idea about all the crazy things and fantasies going on in my head, while you cutely move your hair behind your ear.

In recent times, the alcohol had been flowing like an endless waterfall. It seemed that the body was suffering from depression...

In a remote village where the days seemed shorter and the nights dragged on endlessly, there lived a young man called Anton. His world was saturated with a gloomy fog that tightly enveloped his thoughts and heart. From his earliest childhood, Anton felt an invisible shadow hanging over his soul, turning every bright moment into gray and emptiness.

At the very edge of the world, where the gray sky merges with the endless ocean, there was a lonely heavenly island. It seemed as if he had been torn out of a dream, a place where all hopes had faded and only melancholy remained.

Under the weight of the black sky of the Exclusion Zone lies a heavy gloom, like a blanket of despair. In these forgotten places, where nature struggles with the barrier of anomalies, loneliness becomes a faithful companion of every stalker.

The pale light of the street lamps dissipated in the night, creating mysterious shadows, like ghosts floating through the empty streets of a sleeping city. Everything was silent and motionless, as if waiting for something inevitable.

It's boring to be a portrait. You hang on the wall for centuries and nothing happens. All you can do is talk to whoever comes along. And then one day a clumsy freshman comes along and is named after you. And this idiot also has the surname you hate the most. No, all generations of Potters are designed to annoy you, even after you die.