Tag "Collection of drabbles" - Works and Original stories

In a distant city, where time flowed slowly like honey in spring, there lived an old lamplighter named Abraham. He was like the last guardian of the night, but instead of a sword, he carried a metal torch in his hands, which illuminated the streets of this forgotten place. Abraham was older than the city itself, and his face, covered with wrinkles, was like a map on which all the nights he had experienced were carved.

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.

This is a collection of short stories about "Saibou no hanashi", the pilot chapter of Cells at Work.

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.

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.

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.