Desolate Stories

In a dystopian wasteland only a few are left alive. No one knows how it has come to this, but everybody knows how. Can they call this place Home?

When the chief race of aliens contacted Earth, the leaders of our planet couldn't have been happier. The aliens proposed a treaty to prevent the war they have seen in our movies and history, with only one catch. To make sure that humans are worth allying with, and reflecting their own traditions, they will send one human and one Aqian to a desolate planet to survive, alone together, for three months. Both of the participants will be chosen randomly. Are you ready?

Thoughts flow through the head of what could have been but nothing can really bring back the past.

It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been overpowered by our need to be dominant over all and everyone. We wanted to bend the very world to our whims. How foolish we were, to think we had power-had any say in what the great force did. We kicked the bear, now we bleed with our guts to the carrion.Now all we have become are monsters, soulless and devoid. We have been cast down from our pedestal of power. We are stripped of our greatness. We are now no better than beasts.

Thoughts of puzzled feeling, compounding.

a girl is trapped in her room by her abusive dad and she starves to death.

An ancient skeleton unearthed in a desolate hollow reveals signs of a violent, unnatural death, and those who disturb it soon vanish, leaving only eerie signs that something still lingers beneath the earth.

A Story, where a young girl discovers the monster within her... a child raised by satan. *This isn't like any average story. The format is different. You have to read in between the lines to break the code. Everything will be revealed at the end but let's see if you can solve the puzzle before the last pieces goes into its rightful places and creates the big picture. I want you to tell me what you think is going on in this child's life.* [Completed]

In the Nazca Desert, ancient mummies silently watch the living as the sands stir with whispers, shifting shadows, and unnatural movements, suggesting the dead are never truly at rest.

Where a circus once thrived, memories are locked inside.

My feelings float desolate upon a lonely island. Sometimes only visible through binoculars, a pixelated blur. Stare too long and you always see something you are unprepared for.

1979. Coventry, Britain. Frankie Duncan, a young vampire, makes a strange friend just moved to the U.K. from New York. Unknowingly, both of them stumble into an international plot to control the structure of space-time itself, woven together with an oddly-named portable discotheque and a truly awful independent ska band. The city is looking like a ghost town, the streets empty, no one else rising up to the challenge. In a gray haze of brutality, discrimination, and restriction, it looks like Frankie and their new friends will have to riot to secure any justice in this cruel world. It's up to them, whether they like it or not. Will Frankie and the gang stand up for themselves, or will they join the crowd and succumb to the same violence that masks the British atmosphere? Find out in the haunting reflection of Street Feeling.

When you don't want to hold on anymore . . .

A story about 3 teenagers who find themselves to be the only people alive in the universe after they accidentally tear open time and space after entering a wormhole.

Originally, in hopes of finding a companion or even love to make something of their confusing and ongoing days, they instead find themselves. I guess. theme melody: siciliano

Deep beneath Cappadocia, archaeologists uncover a colossal pyramid built entirely of human and inhuman bones. As they explore its spiraling depths, strange vibrations and impossible carvings reveal that the structure is not dead-but slowly growing, one layer at a time, fed by those who find it.

This is just a short story about the weather. Nothing special. I just wrote it because I was bored and I wasn't sure if I should put it with my poems. Enjoy 😊

A hidden cave beneath ancient roots concealed a Viking sword, buried to imprison the darkness bound within it. When unearthed, the blade stirred with a pulse like a heartbeat, whispering echoes of forgotten battles. What was once sealed by earth now lingered above, carrying a curse that promised only madness and death.