Bleak Stories

Elteross Vass lives hidden in the woods, far from cities and history. His life is reduced to routines: gathering wood, maintaining the machines that keep his daughter alive, and staying unseen. Years ago, an experiment tore a rift open above Totenheim. His wife, a scientist involved in the project, died when the sky broke. Elteross survived, and ran. Now the past finds him. A New Order officer appears in his home with the truth Elteross feared: the rift was never sealed. The world beyond it, Naesia, still presses against reality, and his daughter is no accident of survival. Forced back toward Totenheim, Elteross must face what his wife died trying to stop-and what his daughter may become. Some doors do not open with force. They open when everything goes quiet. And then it goes dark.

This is a poem book where you can meet MY monsters instead of June's. If you like June, don't you want to know about the monsters that inspired her author (me) to make her? NO COPYING! If anyone steals any of these poems, I will die in a hole from dehydration from crying so much. So don't steal them! Please. I really don't feel like dying in a hole. These poems are very personal to me and are a large part of who I am, but I must warn you, who I am is not sunshine and daisies. I'm moonlit rose. Beautiful, but something meant to see, not touch. You try to touch it, the thorns hurt you and next thing you know, the rose is more red than before. You try to take it with you, you kill it. One thing June and I have in common. Enjoy❤️

As a band of wasteland survivors prepares to leave their makeshift village, three youth decide to leave behind a time capsule. But as they start digging, they discover that someone in the past has already done the very same. A short story about the things we choose to leave behind.

Short poetry of bitterness.

Poem about humanity and stuff

I'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.

So, you must be new here. Don't fret. Here's a little message to help you to feel welcome. You'll fit right in in no time. Good luck!

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

This is a dystopian "grimbleak" (I just Frankensteined that) story that is part of a larger world I have been ruminating on and mulling over for three or four years. The ol' logline to this ditty might read: "in a bleak future where humanity is forced into anatomical donations throughout life, a desperate skinless homebody seeks an illegal body parts seller who owes him a favor."

The narration of a world denied of life by the cosmos. The traveller, however, finds it futile to offer sympathy to the stillborn land

Extended version the original. Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@scorpkris If anyone's interested. I uploaded three video versions of this one on my channel: https://youtu.be/mY-OdK3xRvs https://youtu.be/Pk1CiTFP-rE https://youtu.be/Z2Jm471XFIk Please follow me on: https://www.deviantart.com/jpssteveshanahan https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCckfPvx9bNWJcUCBMZhh8Cw/featured

Trudging through life, day after day So empty, you've forgotten how to pray, Will you emerge from this stupor, see the light of day? Or will you die, like the void, having never found your way...

How did you expect the world to end? An asteroid, global warming, a solar flare, nuclear war, or an EMP? Either way, you'd probably be just as ill-prepared for the end of the world as young Felicity was. Despite this, Felicity has a strong will to survive, and with the help of their found family, might just be able to.

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

Memory. Such a meager word. No sustenance, no real meaning. A term coined by humanity. It can be distorted so easily, more malleable than anything else in this universe.

i trusted the snow like no other.. to hide my body and be my cover~ oh little soul, could you yarn to be buried neath the snow too fondly to fall for it's warmth? Cover: done by me <3

Meet Pamela Wilson. She’s your average, nerdy, unpopular teenager at a crappy high school. She is super-organised, a TV show/film enthusiast and a bookworm. Her life seems bleak and pointless as she waits on a miracle to befall her someday, although she feels as though she will be waiting an eternity. But one day, things change for the better, or so it seems? Pamela goes to Crosswell College for girls, which is far more like a prison than an educational institute according to anyone and everyone who goes there. But things seem to take a turn for the better when a friend wants her to help plan a party for her 17th birthday.

The original serialized form of Charles Dickens's Bleak House novel. Original serial cover illustration by H.K. Browne. Audiobook files posted at the beginning of each chapter have been published in the public domain by Librivox. The text of Bleak House belongs in the Public Domain.

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