Somber Stories

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DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language. ⋆˚࿔ Osamu Dazai has disappeared. Although you were told not to, you set out to search for him. It had been an entire month since he had disappeared, and there was no possible way he just upright absconded again. Every time you looked into his eyes, every time you saw him avoid a question, you just wondered if there was any way to save Dazai from himself.

Walking unaccompanied on the corridors of the school, Dave felt excessively conscious because of the spine chilling stares of the other students that perforated against every step he takes. Upon entering the classroom, Dave was welcomed with the clamorous laughters of his fellow classmates who were making fun of how he looks. Steamed up, he decided to go home with a heavy heart. All those mischievous words felt like knives that were continuously stabbing him. He felt worthless; he is tired of everything, the ache and the bruises on his body is just a symbol of his bravery in spite of all the hatred and the discrimination he felt. He just wanted to feel loved, important and to have freedom to do what he wants. Will Dave choose to continue and go on with his life, or will he choose to end his own life so that all the agony and pain will all be gone?

Something I wrote years ago. Just came to me during a stroke of inspiration. Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@davide_pietralunga If anyone's interested. I uploaded two video versions of this on my channel: https://youtu.be/2K6iMl1-t20 https://youtu.be/8hK2_Y2hgx0 Please follow me on: https://www.deviantart.com/jpssteveshanahan https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCckfPvx9bNWJcUCBMZhh8Cw/featured

Space is vast, and the Hauler is alone. It is a kilometers-long train of supplies, but it has been off course for years. Its lone inhabitant used to get transmissions from Earth, but eventually, even those stopped. An occasional visitor might be nice.

- "do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" - "am I alive in every universe?"

"ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴅᴀᴡɴ- ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴇʙᴇɢᴏɴᴇ; ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴋᴇɴ- ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴ?" -- A poem.

A scarred man. A faded past. What brings him here to edge of sanctuary? Alas tales are but mere stories that teeters between the improbable and the truth. (A short snippet I wrote once for a weekly event sometime ago. Out of context, it might not make much sense or even seem as much but within context of the story I've tagged, it's much, much more interesting but that's a given I suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . It's a called Magium, a CYOA optionally free of charge. Go read it. Embrace it. Be embroiled in it. Have a laugh or two as you do and reflect on the story the further you go. It's not quite as heavy as this is, but it's always worth a try if you somewhat enjoy these few measly chapters.)

Welcome to the adventures of Snowy and Somber! In this story we are set in a Minecraft world with mods that make it slightly more realistic. This is purely canonical with three lives each, and 10 HP and everything.

A collection of poems I have wrote, some sad, some not. I'm kinda new to writing poetry, and most of mine are written in an hour, so please keep that in mind and be nice, your welcome to critique and give advice though! Some of these are about my friends or my girlfriend so the chapters will go back and forth between being sad or not, also I like bringing awareness to mental health issues so a lot are based of that

You are a deer newly weened from your mother and off on your own for the first time. Relish in your nature, young one.

she's on the verge of breaking

I was not the same person since the incident. He was gone. I wanted to start over. This time, things would be different. I would protect myself. No one would hurt me anymore. I would lock my heart up. God, I miss him.

A somber yet refreshing poem

In early 2026, a a sudden illness was discovered in connection to a series of diving accidents near a deep-sea research center. This illness was given the clinical designation of Pneumohemotonic Necrosis Syndrome. Commonly referred to as: The Long Rot

A young girl, navigating the labyrinth of hard times, embodies a somber presence tainted by remorse. Her journey is an intricate tapestry woven with threads of dead ends, each avenue seemingly leading to a closed door. The weight of her experiences hangs heavily, etching shadows on the canvas of her spirit. In the quiet moments, the echoes of her struggles reverberate, casting a pall over the path she treads. Yet, within the depths of her turmoil, a resilient spark flickers, hinting at an indomitable spirit yearning for a glimmer of hope amid the shadows.

Extended version the original. Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@scorpkris If anyone's interested. I uploaded three video versions of this one on my channel: https://youtu.be/mY-OdK3xRvs https://youtu.be/Pk1CiTFP-rE https://youtu.be/Z2Jm471XFIk Please follow me on: https://www.deviantart.com/jpssteveshanahan https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCckfPvx9bNWJcUCBMZhh8Cw/featured

A short take on how important perspective is. The source of your happiness may have the opposite effect on others.

It started with one Then two Then four. Now they cover my arms I can't stop anymore Oh, then they noticed And got me a pill A little happy pill To kill To kill. To kill the sadness And kill the heart Then they will kill my mind I'm back at the start. It started with one Then two Then four. Please, take my happy pills And walk right through that door. My second book of poetry. If you like this one you should go check out my 'Words of a Silent Girl' book.