Darkdays Stories

A poem about Expecting

They say "things get worse before they get better". This is true, in most cases. There are also people who's lives never get better, people who's lives are filled with tragedy, like me.

Just ..... thoughts. Sometimes we lose ourselves in the process of trying to find who we are. We reach for authenticity and we find so many versions of the world. Without realizing it, we crave a connection. We want to be understood. We want what has always been unreachable for many.... But sometimes we must search for what is inside. We must stop and look on the deepest thoughts we are capable of developing. Those thoughts will allow us to furnish our authentic selves. If we are capable of listening to what our insides are saying, we will uncover a world of new perspectives. A new story can be developed, and we for once can be the authors.

One pack of normal cards. One pack of reinforced cards and the four jokers. With only these weapons Ailena must run from the asylums officers and regain the trust of everyone.

In a world infested with walkers, Annie finds herself vulnerable for the flesh-eating beasts that wanders around her and in the whole city. In her adventure to survive, she meets new people and communities in the state which will influence her life in two possible ways. It's either for the good or for the worse.

Teresa, you're not the first girl to come to the Glade. Thomas, you and Mihno are not the first ones to survive a night out there, in the Maze. But you are the only ones still alive. It all started in the dark days. The characters belong to James Dasher. With the exception of a few that I created.

Poetry that I have written from time to time. Feedback is highly appreciated because I am trying to improve.🖤

you are smart you are beautiful but you are tired and stressed and depressed and just, overall DONE the only person that can possibly help you is him. a beautiful stranger that you fall head over heels for. the sweetest boy ever. but through all his smiles and whatnot his eyes seem a little too dark. his smile is bright, but what us really going on? in this fan fiction you will read about a tragic sweet dirty love story. •dark days and darker nights•

"This story is inspired by a poem"

An account of an anxiety attack

This is a story about 14 year old boy, Vreyi Citnamor, and his life of a Dark past and a New Beginning

These are all lyrics I have taken my time and moments of deep through to create don't fuck with me and don't fuck with my lyrics but please enjoy and feel free to comment/criticize

It's time to explain everything. They're stories... How they were all created. How do Goblin hate them all. And Why did Yakko really become the red hood. How it really all began. All Originals has a no good sides. But it how it all began. Book Season 2 Chapter 3: The Dark Days

One about feeling low and down

This is going to happen. The end will come. Are you prepared? This book is about the End of Days as told in the Bible. In the blink of an eye, millions around the globe will vanish without a trace. Then what? The Seven Year Tribulation. This is where the Antichrist takes over the world to create the New World Order. The seven years on earth will be so much chaos it will be Hell on Earth. What if you were left behind? Are you prepared to survive through the apocalypse? Read this book and find out what will happen during the end times.

A story about a teenage girl who lives in toxic family with her neurodivergent brother. Only have few friends. Got tired of family issues she worked hard to went out abroad for higher education with her brother to run away from her past and the secrets of her family . There she met a guy ,her life changed..but just for some years then her secrets find her and in the process to get rid of darkness she lost everything even herself. After the breakdown she built a new life ..a life she never knew she would even want in dreams 🤍.

The Awele family are the kind people talk about in hushed voices: old military pedigree, oil wealth, and seven children raised to look perfect and never ask questions. In Port Harcourt, they're respected. In Lagos, they're envied. Inside? It's a different story - but no one dares to tell it. Every smile is practiced. Every pain goes unspoken. But it only takes one strong heart to shatter the lie.

A tell of another sad birthday in a sad place. I wrote this crying in an abandoned landfill close to home. You're not a fool for having hope and faith in the goodness of the world. This is for the people without dads and with dads that are bitter old men.