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...

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

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...

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