Fatalistic Stories

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...

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...

" 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...

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

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