Fatalistic Stories

Behind all the dreams of glamour and glory lies an insatiable secret hiding behind the fragile veil between the hopeful dreams of prosperity - upon the eldritch reality awaiting just outside the city walls, where terrible horrors watched and loomed as the everyman toils their meagre lives, awaiting the moment to reveal themselves. Those sacrifices made by those who were unlucky to encounter these terrors shall not be forgotten, and The Horrors of Apocrypha codified these perilous events for the world to see.

You have found the journal of a thief confessing a crime on the last day of his life.

A romantic lament in the style of a tragic, gothic love letter.

A small, rather roughly written piece of writing inspired by how it feels to meet someone exactly like me. I believe this applies to the wider world in a range of ways, thus I encourage you to interpret this in a way that is meaningful to you. As usual, I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Enjoy! (The Image of the rails is not mine so I don't know if I'm supposed to disclose that or not so just to be safe I'll do it anyway)

She's a noir, fatalistic dead girl. But only if you ask the person that killed her.

" There is never really a good morning nor a good night, just the illusion of experiencing something good in your life because there is nothing good in it. " A phrase that changed Kyla Jane's perspective of life, a phrase that made her think that everything and everyone will leave, or vanish as Kyla Jane would call it. A phrase that changed her whole being. A phrase that took control over her life. What happens when a boy comes along and does everything to changes that perspective? Will Kyla Jane just give in and change her opinion? Same thing she did years ago. Or will she shut this boy out until he gives up and vanish?