Moonless Stories

The Sixth evanescence is actually a collection of some poems that I wrote in a dramatical period in my life, you might feel the sad impression while reading them, well that's because I mostly express my depression when writing. I hope you find them joyful and please leave me some comments about your opinion and if you have any advice for me, i hope you tell me too Thanks

Here is a dark-night, very close, atmospheric story-style description - deep, moody, and immersive: 🌑 The Dark Night - A Close, Whispering Silence The night had fallen thick and heavy, like a velvet curtain pulled across the sky. There was no moon-only a faint silver trace hiding behind restless clouds. The air felt colder than usual, brushing against the skin with a strange, watchful chill. Every sound in the village seemed too close... too sharp. The creaking of an old wooden door, the rustle of leaves, even your own breath- everything echoed as if the night itself was listening. Far away, a lonely dog barked once... then fell silent, as if something had moved in the darkness and it dared not make a second sound. The path ahead was dim, lit only by the trembling glow of a lantern. The shadows around it were thick and almost alive, stretching and curling like they were waiting for something... or someone. A cool breeze drifted through, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and something unknown- something you couldn't quite name, but it made your heart beat a little faster. Even the stars seemed to hide tonight. Only the darkness remained... close, deep, endless. And in that moment, you realized- you weren't sure if the night was silent because nothing was there... or because something was standing very, very close. If you want, I can extend this into a full ghost story, a village folklore tale, or a thriller scene. Just tell me your preference!

Poème...

poems about a failed love

This extremely small novel will keep a question in mind. Are ghosts real? Or they are myths? Will this scare you if I told you that this is a true story? Yup, you read correctly, this happened to me, I just added few descriptions only. I still wonder, was it real? Even though it was a moonless night, it could be a reflected light, but I still have no single idea... Tell me what do you think, was I hallucinating?

....... They met on the moonless night , loved each other despite their differences. At some times you do go wrong , you do end up being in the worst situation. Her soul is perished in a way where she doesn't see herself healing , but still hopes to light her world , her sphere. Read how she expresses herself about her Moonless Sphere ( world ).

A fourteen year old boy, loves fishing with his father, and for the first time, they get to go deep sea diving, but this father-son day turns sour, as this boy ends up getting thrown into the deep blue, alone, stranded, without light... moonless.

the day to day struggle. a tale of loss, life, happiness, and sadness. a veritable feast of raw, unfiltered emotions and thoughts. enjoy.

What would have happened if Christine stopped Erik from leaving in the morning after Christine came to find him, the night before Christine's wedding, the night she left Raoul?

A collection of ten poems for the Atty Awards. Subjects vary from depression, to guilt, to memories from the past, etc. Most of it is dark, possibly disturbing, so keep that in mind while reading. Also as a side note: I am most likely going to change a few of the poems. Enjoy!

Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Beneath a moonless sky" from "Love Never Dies" written in an one shot short story. Careful, contains lemons Read, vote, leave a comment. Thank you !!!

Book 1 of Moonless Night Series. Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, exception of one character. Description: A drama fictional filled fictional story about a controversial relationship between Jacob Black and Renesmee Cullen. Teaser: Nessie is outside crying outside just thinking of of Jacob. Narrator Quote "In a world stands still." Then close up of Renesmee blinking her beautiful eyes, then scenes of Leah and Jacob appear laughing. After "mystery Guy" and Renesmee talk at the edge of docks near the water looking up at him. "Your past is never truly true". Renesmee opens the door thinking its new guy, but has a surprised look on her face then Jacob comes inside with sadness across his face. Title appears, " Moonless Night: Infinite Love

Daughter of the Abyss - Synopsis "Some bloodlines are cursed. Some shadows are born to rule." Liara has always been different a child born on a moonless night, followed by whispers and shadows that no one else could see. Her world is one of fire, darkness, and secrets hidden in the echoes of the past. But when the abyss awakens, she discovers that she is no mere mortal. She is the Daughter of the Abyss heir to powers that blur the line between human and shadow, life and nightmare. As ancient forces rise, creatures of darkness and forgotten spirits test her will, her blood, and her destiny. Liara must confront Amaron, Zahariel, Sarfas, and the Forgotten themselves in a battle where every choice could consume her entirely... or transform her into something far greater than any mortal being. A story of blood, shadows, and power beyond comprehension, Daughter of the Abyss is a dark, cinematic journey through fear, courage, and the haunting beauty of embracing what lies within. Are you ready to step into the abyss?

I stared in shock as he stood in front of me -laughing- enjoying my slow death. I was frozen in place -unable to move a muscle- bound by ropes. So THIS was what all this was about? All these years I spent, wanting revenge, tracking this thing down, all that effort, that angst for nothing? This is how it was going to end? Sammy -I had failed him. Being impatient and obsessive as I was, I never stood a chance against this beast. A wave of pain and regret washed over me; his killer was going to live, his killer was going to kill me. I felt the warm blood drip from my injured hands as I struggled against the tight bound of the ropes. Jared's face flashed before me. His hazel eyes - gentle as ever - his light brown hair falling on his forehead, his beautiful lips curled up in a smile that never faded. I could hear his voice in my head. Warning me, begging me to stop, to think. But I didn't. I ignored him, told him he didn't understand. If only I would have listened to him, revenge would have been mine. The blood kept dripping from my wrist. Rivers of pain started pouring down my eyes. The filthy thing laughed as he saw the regret in my eyes. Anger and pain washed over me, twisting my insides with every breath. He was fondling a knife -the same knife I wanted to kill him with. My eyes snapped closed -an instinctive reaction- as he lunged toward me.

When you go outside at night. Taking a walk for example. As you walk, the streets seems different to you. Its more glooming, its more darker than before. You take a deep sigh and look up. You see the usual night sky and the stars. But then you wonder. Something is missing. After sometime of staring at the night sky, you realize that there is no moon. The next day you talk a walk again at night. then again no moon. Then the next day and the next day. You realize you take a walk at night quite often now. Then one day you take a walk at night as usual. As you were crossing by the street, you hear a voice. It was more like a wind but your sure to yourself that it was a voice, but where? The voice became clearer as you walk. Then in the distance, in the shadows, you saw a figure