Solemn Stories

To understand life, one must first tangle with death. It is not a single vast unknown, but the accumulation of being. Death can be a warm, soft blanket in the storm--a familiarity, a friend-close enough to comfort, yet distant enough to let you breathe.

Nothing like them.

"Do you love me so, my sweet Azrael..?" "I'll tell you, the next time we cross paths, my dear Myra." A tragic story following the events of Myra and Azraels' bittersweet relationship. They both had a taste of sweetness, and a bitter aftertaste. This is just meant to be a vent. an angst fic of me and my s/o. Gentle reminder that the events in this short story are NOT real! they are not based on a true story and only rely on fictional elements all-throughout.

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+ a bunch of short stories of different genres

Thoughts and ideas that circle upon my head. I watch as how it withered and danced as it turns into words and to be read. Of quiet birds in circled flight *A tangle of thoughts, quotes, and poems*

A poem that depicts the dark side of rain. Read on to catch a glimpse of the dark and dreary reality that is oft hidden behind the soft pitter-patter of falling drops...

Y/n is a boy who is into the game duel monsters he was taught the game by his crush and best friend Yugi mutou a girl who's grandpa runs a game shop that sells many different types of games but mainly Duel monsters but Y/n has a secret. Will his secret come out? How will his friends look at him after learning his secret?

[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.

A love poem for all

for the sun continues to rise and set, regardless of the feelings it endures. [a recollection of the happy times, as they fade themselves into a melancholy sweetness.] © TototroInTheRain all rights reserved.

A delicate recounting of a man's first romance, Cold As Ever tells a story of the past, of the love between two young men, Zachary and Adam. Please, see below before you start reading. WARNING BEFORE READING: the majority of this novel quickly shifts to and maintains a poetic/heavily solemn tone for some time, and dives into several upsetting/disturbing concepts, including but not limited to: suicide ideation, self-mutaliation, emotional abuse, suffering from major/severe depression, first-hand-suffered homophobia, and the universal raw pain that accompanies the loss of a romantic partner. While I believe that the power of novels, comics, television, and all other forms of art/entertainment media should be used largely to uplift us through joyous plots and relatable characters (I even write rom-com novels and screenplays typically,) I also feel that there should also exist media for consumers wishing to explore, analyze, empathize, and relate with the darker aspects of our world. Cold As Ever is partially based on my own experiences, so please be kind and respectful, and do not steal or take credit for my work. I'm releasing many chapters for free in hopes of the story being an emotional blessing to others facing hardship, to provide evidence that the sun can rise again after your darkest hours. Thank you for reading, and I hope you receive whatever you're hoping to from this work. My DMs are open, and I welcome anyone who needs to talk to reach out.

Each chapter will be a different short, sad story taken place in no specific time or place. Cover photo was created by me.

Their voices soft and low, like mosses on buildings that held nothing but its history. "I miss the past" her tone hushed, wistful yearning for a time that's experienced through jumbled texts and scorched papers. An eye shifts to her, their lips curving. "Then let's go" ┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓ In a world of synthetic flesh and simulated pleasures, a pair of souls find themselves long for a time before them. What was once strangers meet one another in some strange string of fate, entering a journey of the familiar and unfamiliar. This time, their thoughts are no longer 𓂀 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓃 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𓂀 ┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛ Started: 12:23 AM 2025/7/5 (June 5th of 2025) Disclaimer: Hello, author here! I'm Sau and this is prolly not my best work given the state I wrote the first chapter along with its description. English is also a language I wouldn't say very versed in so if anyone wants to show constructive criticism, here I am with open arms and ears! Also names are...crack names...iykyk Personal Note: This is pretty much a dump for this story.

I have discovered a new love for poetry, and have put together an anthology of some poems I particularly enjoyed writing.

Coursing water can seem steady and determined, but it can just as easily can be rough and troubled within.

A short poem

Farwell isn't always goodbye, and goodbye isn't always forever.