Dreary Histoires

Affiner par mot-clΓ© :
dreary
WpAdddark
WpAddpoem
WpAddpoetry
WpAddsad
WpAdddreams
WpAdddeath
WpAddlove
WpAddfiction
WpAddhorror
WpAddsadness
WpAddshortstory
WpAddpoems
WpAddlife
WpAdddreamjournal
WpAdddepression
WpAddromance
WpAdddeep
WpAddmelancholy
WpAddreflection
dreary
WpAdddark
WpAddpoem
WpAddpoetry
WpAddsad
WpAdddreams
WpAdddeath
WpAddlove
WpAddfiction
WpAddhorror
WpAddsadness
WpAddshortstory
WpAddpoems
WpAddlife
WpAdddreamjournal
WpAdddepression
WpAddromance
WpAdddeep
WpAddmelancholy
WpAddreflection

165 Histoires

  • Snake charm 1 (drarry) par iluvgayfanfics
    iluvgayfanfics
    • WpView
      LECTURES 183
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 5
    So this is very angsty Tw: Ed Anxiety Crying Verbally abusive parents/mentally Swears
  • HOW COULD YOU ? par AwaGumede
    AwaGumede
    • WpView
      LECTURES 1,065
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 16
    This short story is about a man with self respect and prides his dignity. He is done dirty by a woman whom he falls in love with. Neither one of them knew that the woman was about to enter late adolescence.
  • Poetry Thru Me par squidzey
    squidzey
    • WpView
      LECTURES 177
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 10
    Dark and dreary is beautiful too.
  • Christmas Cottage par AmandaSchaefer709
    AmandaSchaefer709
    • WpView
      LECTURES 80
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 11
    When the four adventurers come across a cottage in the woods, they meet a sad girl who has lost her Christmas spirit. So they put their heads together to cheer the girl up, giving her back the joy she deserves.
  • Aline par proseh
    proseh
    • WpView
      LECTURES 40
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    "She smouldered like the fading butt of her cigarette..." Fresh out of college, all Jak Webber wants is the timeless beauty, Aline Morgendorf. But every time it seems he's one step closer, she turns the tables. With Aline's past friend and lover, Minh Do, in her life again, Jak is losing hope. It's infatuation versus past love. It's naive versus wise. It's young versus old. In a time and place where Jak is the odd one out, can he win the heart of bereft Aline?
  • Cruel Understandings (poetry) par poppedpep
    poppedpep
    • WpView
      LECTURES 50
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 11
    A harsh reality, realized with poetry.
  • Two World par Presh_hh
    Presh_hh
    • WpView
      LECTURES 16
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 2
    I hope u enjoy!
  • Melanin in Misery par SheLikes_toWrite
    SheLikes_toWrite
    • WpView
      LECTURES 13
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 3
    I am a black woman and for as long as I know I have been a writer and a poet. When life gave me troubles I wrote. And for just as long I have been a poet that writes with darker connotation. My friends and family called me the Black Edgar Allan Poe and while it was a fun joke most chose to look over that what I wrote stemmed from my own pain and experience and nothing else. Now while I have grown and created depth within myself as a writer, I never stray too far from my roots. This series will be of poems, long and short, throughout the years that will guide you through the gateway of my brain that is my experience in agony. Welcome and EnjoyπŸ–€πŸˆβ€β¬›
  • The sleep diary  par lucayadestiny
    lucayadestiny
    • WpView
      LECTURES 3
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    So uh I have pretty weird/funny/scary dreams some times and I decided to write them out and let other people make fun of them as much as I do... excuse my bad writing, I'm not a writer I've just been told that I should write out my dreams and thought I'd do it on here!! Hope you enjoy ❀️
  • My Dreary Verse par Crimsonspill
    Crimsonspill
    • WpView
      LECTURES 4
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 2
    Poems are an insight into the soul of the poet. It sheds light on the stories, pain, or longing of the individual and paves way for inspiration since it can spring out from anywhere but the most inspiring source is the one where anything bleak has the ability to illuminate even the darkest corner.
  • Poems from the Dead par MynameisDoodle1234
    MynameisDoodle1234
    • WpView
      LECTURES 47
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 11
    Gothic Poems. I'm gonna try to add one poem a week but no guarantees. Hope you like it. My poems aren't very good, but at least I'm not charging people for them like Gabby Hannah. FYI there may be some light swears in some poems. I will put a swear warning as well as any trigger warnings for things that might be, well, triggering. This collection of poems is dedicated to the child in me who I am still learning to love.
  • Honey- Brown Lies par queenbee_4335
    queenbee_4335
    • WpView
      LECTURES 178
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 3
    After the love of her life Alexander (Al) passes away, Devina Williams is heartbroken. Months of isolation, didn't help much either. Treasuring the memories and hanging on to the hundreds of letters addressed to her. Hoping to make past her Masters, as they planned. She tries to stay on track trying to find herself in the process. Trying to get past the trauma of losing her loved one and getting back on her feet. But it all gets difficult when the eyes of the loved one make an appearance again, but they are not the same. They lack the sweet warmth of loving eyes, they are cold and sharp. The problem is, when she looks at him, the only thing those eyes remind her off is, Al. Lucas Blackthorn famous for his high society standards and playboy attitude goes after things sparks curiosity in him. And unfortunately, its Devina who catches his eye and the next thing we know, she is her new target and a certain bet entangles them into mess. Little did he know, she was searching for her Al in him.
  • Colors That Fade (poem) par emmagirlol
    emmagirlol
    • WpView
      LECTURES 49
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    +7 autres
  • Reflected sorrows par Gothicwriter24
    Gothicwriter24
    • WpView
      LECTURES 148
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 40
    A lost, grieving soul enters the jaws of an insatiable beast, where the eyes of uncannily well-preserved paintings reach for her weary, lonesome corpse like crows. This mansion has no history to be felt or heard; it's as if the rooms are hollow and ravenous, their stale tranquillity broken by irregular draughts that send shudders down her spine as oppressive as the clattering of a needle to the floor. There lie secrets. Secrets and betrayals. In the mirrors, familiar faces crawl out from their eternal doom to grasp her pale skin and whisper trenchant advice into her ears with a sickly tongue, hearing her heartbeat like the ticking of a clock; candles that breathe within her. Those faces have lain so long in wait among the stitches and threads of madness, waiting for her arrival. Though the hours crawl onwards, she remains, watching and listening to the whispers of sorrow that lurk behind her at every acrimonious gust of wind howling through the mouth of the great beast. What awaits her within these halls, engulfed in oppressive, potent mists of grief? Who may she meet in the reflections of trembling malady? Through it all, that face haunts her every step. Yellow skin and seething eyes. Ink-stained and bloody. Cackling as insidious as death. Woeful as grief.
  • The City par James_Piper
    James_Piper
    • WpView
      LECTURES 22
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    Descriptive paragraph.
  • Penny Dreadful par jackodyssey
    jackodyssey
    • WpView
      LECTURES 170
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 8
    The story of a penny on a journey and the people who are unlucky enough to obtain it. Misfortunes await all for everyone is guilty of something, or are they? Ask yourself, question everything. Relax as you explore the lives of others, this is there story as much as it is mine.
  • The White Man par sneakycreeper01
    sneakycreeper01
    • WpView
      LECTURES 11
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    a mysterious tall man White as can be with a black suit hiding in the shadows
  • The Storm par blover2169
    blover2169
    • WpView
      LECTURES 17
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 1
    It was summer and my grandma and I were at a campground by the beach, when one night a horrid storm came through and scared the bejeezus out of everyone at the camp. Chairs, mats, and such were lost the next morning, along with the storm. Though no one can forget.
  • School of the Odd Official Collection par CrystalAbbi
    CrystalAbbi
    • WpView
      LECTURES 67
    • WpPart
      Chapitres 12
    Welcome to the official collection of a new WIP open project and concept. (Sort of like SCP) It's the type of thing that's open for people to input there own characters into this boarding school of characters based around having unique physical attributes, designs,or abnormalities that, for this world, are perfectly normal to have. Either that, or a unique ability about them. Not a superhero ability or an over the top magic, more of a simple yet creative effect they can have themselves or have on people. You'll get the concept more if you look into the book. Anyways, the whole point is to expirment with weird but creative designs and input them onto a character into a world where we drop 'em all in a single school, and just have a fun time creating it and exploring different ideas and character realtionships and interactions.