Religioussymbolism Stories

The Sun is a most Holy thing. The way it is Free and sheds its Light onto all of the land. It brings Warmth and Joy for those deserving, just as it brings Searing and Anguish for those deserving. The Sun is Everything. The Sun is for All. No one can contain The Sun all to themselves. No one.

Psychological thriller about a criminal psychologist who has been hired by the FBI to assist them in developing a better understanding of a series of fires sparked in cult members' homes. Doctor Milas, who has no interest in helping the FBI or the underground crime conspirators, seeks to understand the perpetrator of the fires' mind.

Leon has a problem with his constant tiredness, perhaps, sloth has been eating at him. cover art by punkitook on twt!

so i don't loose them xoxo. Art and pics are not mine, credits to artists

"Would you like me to rebandage your arm?" Fyodor offers, a touch of kindness to spare in this dark world. Dazai clenches his jaw. "Do you pity me, Fyodor?" He tilts his head as he stands over the boy. He looks up at Dazai unflinching, despite how hideous he must look. "I don't." There is no wind to sing to the silence, nor the rustling of leaves. The silence is deadly, awful and disgusting. Dazai wants to die. "Then you may." Dazai grants him permission, and watches him unwrap his arm with a delicate nature that he has never experienced. ------------------- Dazai sneaks out of his dorm to meet with the mysterious Russian boy sometimes

A flash fiction story revolving around a young girl & the person in the mirror. Excerpt: In the pitch-black blanket that covered Robin's room, she shivered as her fish eyes stared blankly at the wall beside her. She had been laying down in bed when she heard the voice. Who was in her room? Would her parents hear her if she screamed?

Gods, godlets, people who create human-like gods and gods who eventually turn too human to be called a god at all