Dostoevsky Stories

For three years, I was a ghost in a coat too thin for the winter frost, walking the perimeter of other people's happiness. Until the night the air turned to glass." On a frozen stone bridge overlooking a silent canal, two shipwrecked souls cross paths at two in the morning. For five brief hours, she shares her darkest secrets, her deepest guilt, and the keys to her heart with a stranger. But as the freezing dawn breaks, the illusion shatters-leaving behind a silver bangle, a burning cigarette, and a quiet, devastating lie that changes everything. A short story of love, silence, and the bitter defiance of a broken heart.

I hope you don't ever feel such as empty detached and lonely i am but we should talk about that together

[THIS IS A ISEKAI/TRANSMIGRATION/TELEPORTATION/CALL-IT-ANYTHING FANFICTION] What if it were two people, not one who were created when they were written on the page from the book which makes things come true? The origins of the book are still unknown but the one who came across the page wrote about Sigma for the purpose of Decay of Angels. The unknown writer soon lost the page in the depths and shady corners of the world. Sigma with no memories....you with all memories. It was almost unfair. The page wrote you, on the remaining space enough to fit just a few more lines about you. All the things written came true so did Sigma and so did you. ..... Consider this as a reader-insert. Have fun! [Manga spoilers] Cover designed: Me @magicispeace Picture Credits: Pinterest

This book is the journal entries and stories of an insane person who has BPD, Borderline Personality Disorder, C- PTSD, Bipolar Disorder, Suicidal Depression, Homicidal thoughts, Childhood Neglect, Schizoaffective Disorder, Schizophrenia, had absence seizures in childhood and who grew up in poverty. Thank you for reading.

Whist eating, Fyodor finds that the world around him goes into a deep black. He starts to grow faint loosing conscience. Kunikida was screaming at Dazai, as the brunette started looking nauseous. "Dazai, are you all right?" The man in question shakes his head before everything goes black and he falls, slowly disappearing in front of the agency's eyes. !ORIGIANL MINECRAFT AU!

Just fluff, romance and angst with my favourite babygirls

A young man prays for gods kindest Angel, but gets sent satans loneliest Incubus

[Kokichi from Danganronpa as Fyodor Dostoevsky's brother from Bungou Stray Dogs Crossover AU] Short Story

Gripping his forearm tightly, the brunette gave a tight smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you." The ginger nodded, eyes glancing to the brunette's hand which was clamped tightly on his forearm. Noticing that, the brunette immediately stood up, "I'm in a rush, see you around." With that the brunette left in a hurry. Chuuya raised a brow, his gut was telling him something was wrong but it might be just him.

Once Dostoevsky had a really unusual day off...

THE READER DOESNT HAVE A GENDER WOOHOO I LOVE GENDERS!!! there may be some FREAK cuz hes freakdor but i swear its a normal story!!!!!!!!

A short vignette about a hypothetical man living in the walled city of Kowloon. Inspired by Dostoevsky's famous thriller which explores the mind murderer, this short story explores the mind of a man who is immoral, a thief who believes he lives in a world of other thieves. Inspired by Hemingway and Bukowski.

"The Melancholic Nature" is a collection of haunting poems that explores love from different aspects and the journey of something divine. Through dark imagery and eerie lamentations, it weaves a tale of despair, longing, and the inevitable decay of the human spirit.

Hello hello, this is only a short stoty, but i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while, i just haven't had any motivation. 😭

A psychological horror (satirical)

Fyozai, :D SLIGHT MENTION OF PAST SH SCARS

Most people accept that they are superior, yet they lack insight into the reality of scripted humanity. ​Most people are feeding their own illusions. Few are nothing but a tool, and those who are controlled by it will do anything to maintain a narrative. ​The illusion of control is presented, but often the person who seems to be clueless, or lets things go, is a hidden evil. ​ The controlled person knows the game, but never reveals his true hand of cards. People are always driven by a motivator, but the one who isn't, conquers himself.