Darkprose Stories

A rambling, rather convoluted tale of the inner turmoil of a non-existent villain, written in a semi-delirious state of despondent hopelessness

"There is no one-not two, not three, To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains; I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass, In that forgotten moldy class." An Autofiction wrote in proficient form

Among apples too red to be real

Valeria's world has always been a barren, indifferent place. Tormented by her peers at school, abandoned by her mother, and completely ignored by her father, she has learned to survive in absolute isolation. Her only comfort, her only true anchor to reality, is her M-17-a cold machine that understands her far better than any human ever could. She was drowning in the darkest chapter of her life when Tamara arrived. Like two suns piercing through a bleak, winter sky, Tamara's warmth and unyielding light threatened to change everything, offering Valeria a glimpse of a happiness she never thought she deserved. But light casts the deepest shadows. Driven by forces beyond her control and a world that refuses to stop breaking her, Valeria's fragile hope will shatter. This is not a story of salvation. This is the chronicle of how a broken girl, pushed too far, finally succumbs to her own villainy. Read the heavily revised version of Faex Metalli today.

A psychiatric prison. A narrator whose mind is unraveling. And whispers in the dark that no one else seems to hear... Echoes: Part One pulls you into a claustrophobic world where reality fractures, memories bleed, and nothing , not even your own thoughts , can be trusted. This is just the first chapter of the haunting psychological thriller that's already finding its way onto bookshelves and digital libraries worldwide. Read the full novel now on: Smashwords Barnes & Noble Apple Books Kobo cloudLibrary Baker & Taylor Hoopla Tolino Gardners Fable Palace Marketplace Everand BorrowBox Odilo Vivlio OverDrive ISBN: 9798231658299 If you enjoy this chapter, please vote, comment, and share. Every reaction helps more readers discover Echoes.

Every night, he stands trial in a courtroom built from his guilt. Each accuser? Someone he once hurt. Each verdict? A stain on his waking life. Aleks Sarin has always avoided hard questions-about who he is, what he's done, and who he's become. But when his dreams turn into surreal courtrooms run by the shadows of his past, reality begins to unravel. The only way out may be to confess the truth he never dared to face.

Envy doesn't always want what you have. Sometimes, it just wants peace. These stories don't scream. They whisper. They sit quietly in your chest and breathe hurt into the silence. If you've ever been broken, you'll recognize the pieces.

A writer stares at a blank page. Her hands don't move. Her thoughts scream. The voices say she's useless. She climbs anyway. This is not about writing. It's about surviving yourself.

Black Psalms is an ongoing series of dark prose poems focused on introspection and emotional depth. The volumes examine themes of inner conflict, loss, identity, and quiet resilience through dense, poetic language that favors mood over plot and reflection over resolution.

somewhere in the crevices of my bones lies my cobwebbed, hollow hopes. - a poetry collection

Thoughts that run wild and desires steeped in rot - here lies humanity. Opposed to a truth long condemned, the so-called perfect human, branded as mad. Curses have become the language, and praise remains silent. The perfect human will open all your eyes - if you still have them, of course.

Some houses hold memories. Others hold something worse. There's a ticking in the walls. A shadow behind the silence. A name that tastes different when spoken aloud. In the stillness of ordinary routines, something is slipping. A hand twitches. A thought lingers too long. A morning becomes a reckoning. Told from the fractured mind of someone no longer sure who they are-or what they've done-A Masterpiece of Endings is a portrait of unraveling, where memory becomes weapon.

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The quiet patience of death

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

This is a short story I wrote based on The Way Up to Heaven by Roald Dahl, it is from the point of view of Mr. Foster and both stories can exist at the same time in the same universe- only one flaw/incoherence : Mrs' Foster's bedroom is in his story in the 2nd floor, in mine in the 3rd (because of an implied reference) It is written, but flawed, I hope I will get to rework on it (won't happen) so as to polish my phrases, my syntax, my dreadful spelling (spelling mistakes will be present I am sure) and coma placement... The rhythm of the language is not what i sought but oh well.. I'll be perpetually dissatisfied.. If you have any questions feel free to ask (such as why I chose and threaded certain words (most of them have been chosen for implicit meaning such as the thistle-color as the thistle flower was used to spoil milk and make cheese (at least by my fam) or why certain references or what i meant by certain phrases idkk..) btw - if you're interested in the analysis of his style feel free to ask, i got a 27 page version and a 6 page version of an analysis of his style (i tried to make my writing a bit more academical even though it was a struggle) and i take quotes and snips from about 22 of his short stories. Hope you have fun reading

Sister :D

𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍.