Dismal Stories

A common phrase utilized by many, "white knuckled", but lacking potency due to a lack of understanding. Only the truest distress or most unrelenting fear should call the term to mind.

The biggest mystery of life: Death, the mutual destiny of all living things on earth, for some individuals means hope, a new beginning or way to be reunited with their loved ones again, and for other has a gloomy and dismal meaning, but one thing is sure and relatable, at some point everyone fears of the unknown and death is not the exception. Its only possible answer lies on our beliefs.

"if i only could hear the impression of your statement, and then the facts all at once. i'll believe you." - marvin theories/poetry

"They were two lost souls In a huge dismal world Onto paper they wrote And these were their precious words..." Copyright © 2016 by Jhayd Lauren [All Right Reserved] #ProjectYou

Words placed together with little thought to describe feelings.

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!"

a day from real life; two worlds; entry; way

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)

Me,samar,laila,kalita and Alin are best of friends since childhood,we attend one of the best school in the country through scholarship apart from alin and Samar. The five of us have different personality but we have something in common which is our passion for music, we began singing since when we were kids and formed a crew named ASLAK. Anina grew up without knowing her father,she was raised by her mum who couldn't provide her necessary needs,she began working in a shopping mall as a sales girl in order to help her mum and provide for her needs,she eventually found the woman she thought is her mother hide a big secret from her which will change her life.

My first album's lyrics

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

Beauties of Sadness

Peace may never make war, But War Surely makes peace. Follow the rise of a soldier, a rise to the top. A rise to become king. The Rise, of Elias Northwood, a master swordsman, training his whole life until it all falls into place when he visits the city of Stoneheath. He battles lords, Kings, army's, even his own people to become what he is destined to be... The king of Embror.

A short story

The blackness was filling her lungs, choking out every bit of light she had in her. She could hardly recognize her own voice, barely realize that the sobbing, broken sound was hers. "No, no, no, this can't- no, no.. " She felt her heart caving in, crushed by the shock and grief that were drowning out all other emotions quickly and sufficiently, leaving behind a pit of disbelief and dismay. The object of her grief was the cold, lifeless formed sprawled in front of her. She was kneeling in the pooled, crimson blossom around the body, looking like a rose in the field of snow. Her hair was black as ebony, and it cascaded around her shoulders in a cloak of darkness against her pale skin as she sobbed into the silent, winter air. Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, but spilling with tears that she believed would mever end, an eternal sadness. The corpse in front of her was quite obviously the object of her deepest affection. He was a young man, with a formerly light, now grey, complexio

A hermits poems and thoughts. Writen from the outside looking in on an uncertain, and more than often, spooky future.