Dostoevsky Stories

just my tearing words regarding of deep emotions and deep anxiousness and dark childhood dreamland. All of them were tied up through a black ribbon. "myself saw me, so as creep as scary blurry, i can't find a wing; even just one, I'm nothing as brighter as the burning sun I'm nothing as radiance as the lonely moon, I'm nothing as delicate as the fainted flower even with a star, I felt nothing." ♡♡♡

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 was home, yet I had no place to sit" Ongoing confessional journal, with daily life observations and the complexities of human life. All images unless mentioned by me, belong to their rightful owners.

FYODOR WILL LIVE FYODOR WILL LIVE FYODOR WILL LIVE.

[ An au [ Might get some things wrong [ Fluff / wholesome [ Boyxboy [ Maybe ooc All art is NOT mine... Credits go to the rightful owers. - I'm NOT Christian or anything like that so I WILL get some things from the Bible and stuff wrong, and I do apologize for that. ┏─ First started : Sat / may 4 / 7:02 pm

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.

Fyodorism ~ A new and rising religion. The Gospel is a true remix of the Bible which teaches about the glory of Fyodor and how he'll change the world.

In a forgotten village shrouded in mist, five stories intertwine-of joy, sorrow, love, solitude, and fate. Each encounter reveals fragments of beauty and decay: an old woman clinging to memories of warmth, a lonely heart reaching for what cannot be, and whispers of love destined to wither before it blooms. Withered Lilies is a tale of fleeting light and inevitable darkness, inspired by the haunting romanticism of Poe, the existential depths of Kafka, and the tragic beauty of Dostoevsky.

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.

You and Fyodor have had a relationship for a long time and currently your relationship is long distance. This will be written in a letter format with you the reader being his significant other. Every five letters a letter from a different character will be featured. All credits to Kafka asigiri. The only character I own is Y/n

my first story. please give me soft criticism, i'm not good at handling it. y/n is male and has male features.

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.

This is story about one girl, whose name is Mahi and she is facing many sort of consequences in her life to pursue her dream but after that she fell in love again with his best friend who used to be her boyfriend

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!

Hi darlings!! I won't put a long description since I'll be putting a introduction in the first page but I'm so happy you decided to check out my book~! Have fun shifting, you can do this~!

Fyozai, :D SLIGHT MENTION OF PAST SH SCARS