Unrest Stories

The most destructive forces are usually the ones you can't detect. Despite having immense power and capturing the guardian, the new Hawkmoth has made no move to fight Ladybug and Cat Noir. As tensions rise, seeds of doubt are planted throughout Paris... after all, how can the superheroes defeat Hawkmoth when they're too busy fighting each other? (AN: Sequel to "Flashes". Read that first.) [DISCONTINUED]

Wake me even though I'm not sleeping

The Nigerian youths revolt against police brutality and political corruption. Their plans to correct the system fail; thus, they resort to seeking justice, equity, and fairness at the polls. Will they succeed?

Angsty poems that were written long ago in secondary school.

Some silences are telling. They are palpable and speak in thunderous tones.

A strange phenomenon has occurred on the planet Soarengar (known by humans as the dwarf planet Pluto): total darkness. Everyone is guaranteed that all will be back to normal within a few days. Then the "days" go on. Much speculation is being thrown around the world by government "officials" and "scientists" working behind the scenes to find the root of the problem. Meanwhile, terrified residents are making their homes bunkers to keep out intruders--or possibly something worse, aliens. Can peace and normality ever return to the eternally frozen paradise? (As of right now, this is a dead project. May be revived in the future. There are some dedications that I planned out for future chapters to those who read it when it was first published. So if you get a notification for this, this is why.) 2922 words so far!

Addison talks with Meredith after Molly Grey's Surgery in GA-S3-E10.

A crushed skeleton lies pinned beneath stones inside a narrow grave, its ribs shattered and claw marks scoring the surrounding earth-signs of a desperate, violent struggle that hints the burial was meant not to honor the dead, but to contain something that refused to stay still.

An immense pit of tangled skeletons hides a carved stone beneath, from which a deep, waiting breath rises-as if the grave itself is not yet done claiming lives.

It only took three years of planning. Now it's about damage.

short poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it

A poem-piece based on struggles, worries, anxiety and fears. Related more to us than Tony Stark. We all have such times...times when we have no hope. I just tried to express one.

This is an english version of a story, that was originally written in Slovak language. If it's demanded, I will write even the original version of the story (that means it will be in Slovak language). Hope you'll enjoy it as it is my first story here and you'll look past all the mistakes in the text. I will appreciate positive comments or critique, that'll help me get better. Enjoy!

In a hollow within the mountain, rows of ancient bodies lie in wooden cradles-neither rotting nor at peace. They wait in eerie stillness, their hollow eyes fixed on the dark, as if their deaths were only a pause before something yet to come.

A man crosses the sea and discovers a life filled with warmth, belonging, and a love that feels almost magical. With Nadia, he experiences a connection so deep it reshapes his world - a week of wonder that grows into years of shared journeys, family, and dreams. But beneath the beauty, unspoken fears and unmet needs slowly twist into darkness. As distance and silence deepen, their once-boundless love begins to break. When Nadia finally walks away, she leaves him with memories of magic, two children they adore, and the unbearable question of how to live after losing the person who made life feel infinite.

In a quiet museum, a skull impaled by an ancient blade sits behind glass-an eerie relic from a long-lost village cursed by madness. Forged to imprison a malevolent force, the weapon has never rusted, and strange occurrences now haunt the exhibit. The blade wasn't meant to kill... it was meant to trap. And the seal is weakening.