Dismal Stories

Ngayon, susubukan ko'ng mag sulat kahit alam alam kong mahirap. Isip ang nariyan pero katalinuhan ang kailangan. OA ko. Ge.

Beauties of Sadness

Warning: this story contains anthropomorphic animals, demons, angels, blood, death, etc. If you aren't comfortable with these things I advise you don't read this story The story is set in a land of anthro animals. There is Terra (the earth) heaven, and hell. Heaven is inhabited by many angels who possess magical powers and who are the most pure beings you will ever encounter. They gaurd churches and make people happy. Hell is inhabited by demons. They are the complete opposite of angels and just as powerful. They live pulling pranks and making people miserable. But are demons really as bad as they say? In this story you'll meet many different demons and angels and learn more about their world.

We're drowning. A collection of thoughts scribbled into words.

Basically, I'm going to be writing suicide notes for whenever I start to give up on this shitty world. I'm never actually going to commit suicide, I hope. These are just ways to let my emotions out. Because it feels so much better to tell strangers rather than be awkward about it to the people you personally know.

She is intelligent, she is courageous but she is a women and that's all it takes for her to be an underling. At nineteen Indie is on the verge of entering adulthood. She has a loving family and a quaint little home in a peaceful village. But all that changes when the war starts. The Civil war has started up bloodshed. It pits neighbor against neighbor and has a brother shooting a brother. Families are darkened by death and destruction. Children are left orphaned, staring on the streets plague by devastation but what can one nineteen year old women do when her father is forced to fight for the Confederate South. This historical fiction, short story by Mauritania101 speaks volumes about the large role women held in the Civil War. (COMPLETE STORY)

Harlow lives on planet where you can't hurt your soulmate. Some might find their soulmate early, but others find them later on. Most everyone chooses to stay with their soulmates, but others have more tragic endings. Harlow gives up on finding her soulmate after high school, and spends all of her time improving her army tactics. Being raised by the army general, joining the army had always been the only option for Harlow. Will Harlow find her true love, or be the best army general the world has ever seen? Or both? *Beware, if you dn't like the LGBTQIA+ please don't read this!"

This is basically going to be a place where I post my i guess most vulnerable thoughts...well not thoughts but writing that was only made through the strong emotions that I have felt during difficult times in my life. I don't really know why I'm doing this but it seems like a good idea so fuck it lets do this. And I don't really have anything else to say really but yeah...

Poems and stories about how cruel the world is. Life situations that may or may not be helpful for you ∆ contains darkness ∆ We got a story that might fit the dark imagination of yours Stories that might trigger some criminals out there #1st in darkstories #3rd in dismal #4th in harshlangue #5th in violent #16th in darkpoem #63 in changing #101 in creepystories #187 in cruel #840 in suicidalthoughts #853 in creepy (As of april 2019)

"ᴅᴇꜱᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ- ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴜꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ. ʙᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ; ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴄʜᴏʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴘᴇ." -- A poem about heartbreak and a lack of love.

A short story

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴" 𝘐 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗- 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. Since she is 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝 to 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗g hell Ғιи∂ σʋт ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρɛи тσ нɛя Edited by : @Love4Yoongi

ok so I'm new to this, but here's a story from a blog I used to have. I wrote it a while ago, but why not post and see what happens

TEIN. "It looks like the good is fighting the bad." (short poem)

A poam by Ramisa Tasnim The promises were forgotten I was left alone in dismal In that fall

The thoughts that manage to escape my mind, end up here. - ｓ.ｍ •everything written in here is my original work•

all is well, except my mind's tormented hell.