Bleak Stories

Morlenfal is a city of white towers and ancient arcana-an impossible marvel suspended above a yawning crater. Summoned by Lord Tarnic, a former knight, Cratin, arrives to investigate a "contained threat" beneath the throne room. As tremors ripple through the understructure and arcane pillars flicker with unstable light, Cratin soon finds something else that lies beneath the surface. Hi Royal Road!

In Orwell's Animal Farm, Moses is a faintly comic figure, a drunken raven perched at the margins of the tale. This reimagining casts him as something else entirely: a keeper of myth in a world where revolutions burn out and only stories endure.

He explains death for a living.

#39 in poetry as of 03.06.2017 #41 in poetry as of 02.06.2017 #44 in poetry as of 30.05.2017 #51 in poetry as of 27.05.2017 #57 in poetry as of 18.05.2017 #85 in poetry as of 16.05.2017 #89 in poetry as of 13.05.2017 Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair, And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life? I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.... I would love if my thoughts touch your heart rather than just touching your eyes.... And feeling what I felt; is what I wanna present you guys. These poems are my Life - my life's heart - and if somebody steals it away.... I'll die with all the feelings buried in me.... Leaving no significance of what the one stole :( ..... So, it's a request from the bottom of my heart not to steal or copy or publish my literary works and use it for fulfilling one's own purpose.

A Haiku Poetry Collection...the worlds shortest poetry to bring to life a snapshot of a moment...3 lines based on a 5,7,5 syllable routine in each Haiku...

Jennifer Ukova and her family are kidnapped by Kruzel authorities. She is taken into a concentration camp in the most northern part of the country. Faced with the cold, hard labor, and suffering she is miserable until she finds a light among all the coldness... Leith.

"The Complaining Man" is a powerful and moving poem that explores the feelings of a man who is struggling to be accepted by society. The man expresses his feelings of loneliness and isolation, as well as his longing for connection and companionship. Through the use of vivid imagery and evocative language, the poem paints a picture of a man who is deeply affected by his inability to be liked. The poem is written with a melancholic tone and a sense of longing. A poignant and thought-provoking work that delves into the human condition and the universal desire for acceptance and love.

A collection of short poems written in university. These are short poems written for young hearts with old souls. Don't comment if you know me in real life XD.

Elle Hooper had once been beautiful. Beautiful enough to star on the cover of vogue, Cosmo, and, ironically, Elle. But after one screaming baby boy, and three years of emotional abuse from her footballer ex-husband, Elle has lost what brought her to fame. Now a wizened old woman in the body of a twenty-one year old model, she leaves for North Yorkshire to re-invent both a derelict old house and herself. Daniel had been sick. Scarlet fever, his mother had called the little cold that he had. But that 'little cold' had taken its tool, resulting in him being quaratined in his house until 1798, when his body finally gave up. 218 years later, the house is re-inhabited and Daniel's spirit is freed. But its new resident, a beautiful girl with strangely weary eyes, is the type of person that a dead boy might stay in his prison cell for a few years more for.

We know not why it came nor where it came from, we know merely that it's arrival has brought hardships and death upon us all, and from our anguish, we would birth it's legend.. A shadow has shrouded the valley and in that shadow a nightmare has emerged and a forsaken village lurking on the edge of its domain will fall prey to its malice. The story, that birthed the legend, that birthed the nightmare that is, Siren Head. Art by me Based on the artwork of Trevor Henderson

At the tender age of five, she claims to see a man who she called her guardian angel. Her family thought of it as an imaginary friend that would soon disappear once she grew older. To their dismay, the 'angel' never left. Soon, Felicia's friends would want to meet this man that she always talked about, but she would say, only she could see him. Next thing she knew, rumors spread and her so called friends tormented her through the years till her family couldn't take it anymore and sent her away. Now Felicia, sixteen and broken, is trapped in a highly secured mental hospital. There's no escape and feels that her hopes of ever leaving is just a small, pathetic fairy tale. Yet, in the depths of human sanity, reality is breaking. All those myths and beliefs of demons aren't just stories that children love to be scared of. Maybe, that little angel of hers is more real than the human heart. And maybe, her angel isn't the only thing that other humans don't see.

Just some haikus that I wrote a while a back. I'll write more as they come to me.. I dunno.

The closer you are to the cliff edge, the more beautiful the view.

Getting to Nowhere is an epic dark fantasy saga where the world itself is the protagonist - a vast, ever-shifting land shaped by forgotten wars, fractured kingdoms, and the passage of unknowable time. Across continents where time bends and reality rewrites itself, empires rise only to fall into myth, and heroes are remembered not for their triumphs, but for what they couldn't escape. In this world, no path is straight. No future is certain. And no one truly knows where the story leads. Told through multiple eras and voices, Getting to Nowhere explores a realm where magic decays, truth fractures, and even gods must face what lies beyond their design. As generations clash and civilizations unravel, the question remains: What happens when the journey never ends - and the destination may not exist? A brutal, visionary tale of war, identity, and fate, Getting to Nowhere is a fantasy not about where we go - but what we become along the way.

When everyone is happy what happens to the ones who frown? What happens to the people who don't want to be happy, who don't want to watch the public executions or sing the songs of genocide? *looking for comments, constructive criticism, and feedback. You read mine, I'll read yours.*

For 16 years, Jason had lived a normal life, completely unaware that the world he could see was only half the story ... ***Updates every Friday***

Humanity has been reduced to a militant religious order, in a world overrun with demons and fighting a thousand-year war for their survival, when a visitor from space crash lands and claims to be from the past. She claims there's a way to escape the world for something better... if they'd only listen.

After the Quincy assault, a special squad was formed, Squad 14. They are tasked with the impossible, to find a way to kill the immortal.

The thoughts of a person. In a room. All alone. _____________________ Started: 28/5/2025 Finished: 28/5/2025