The Last Light tavern
- Reads 19
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
man returning to his once lively tavern, now silent and abandoned. Haunted by schizophrenia and regret, he hallucinates voices and figures that taunt him with the truth he cannot face, he killed all of his friends. Consumed by denial and despair, he convinces himself they are only gone, not dead by his hand. In the end, overwhelmed by guilt and illusions, he takes up a knife and kills himself, believing it is the only way to be with them again.
All Rights Reserved
#282
tavern
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Truth About Depression
Summary: Dan’s lifelong best friend commits suicide and Dan is left depressed and hating himself for not being there for his friend 100% and because of that, self-harms. He’s haunted by memories of the past and even though Phil is there for him, it isn’t always enough. Warning: Possible Trigger warning dealing with self-harm, self-hate, and suicide of a friend. If you ever need anyone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask. Otherwise, enjoy my very first Phanfic!Complete
World of Scars
The world of scars, Of dread and shards, Of broken dreams and hearts, Form poetry so dark. Mysterious ways of the world, Humans cruelty, and loss, Will this ever stop? Will the pain and voidness go on? Hatred, anger, guilt, and pain, Bring voices whispering ruination to minds, Only the people who saw through those blinds, Will understand these poems lines. [These are my collection of poetries about the dark side of life. None of these poems are allowed to be copied without my permission. Read with caution.] By: N. I. BlackComplete
The Rampage MC #4: Max and Briony
I was supposed to be protecting her. Instead, I left her to help my former girlfriend. And she was badly hurt on my watch. Now, she won't talk to me and I can't get to her for a year. I'll work the rest of my life to regain her trust, earn her forgiveness and prove to her she's the woman I love.Complete
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ
"ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ, ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ." He said in a low tone, which showed all the guilt and remorse he feels right now. But what else can be expected for him to feel right now, since it was pretty obvious from the start only, that he will regret it in the near future and so the day came? Now he has nothing with him, except the guilt in his heart and tears in his eyes. He lost her, he let her go himself, and he is lonely now, without his best friend. He feels pathetic now. He wants to make things right, but it's too late now. "ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ." He tried hard to sound normal and not break down in front of her. "ʙʏᴇ" © Anonymousama
Too Complicated
"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. The way he betrayed me. The heart he took from me and shattered. The trust I gave him that he threw away. He ruined it all, he ruined me. And now I'm forever broken, nothing can ever bring me back. Nothing." WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, language and violence.Complete
Only regret meeting on a chilly night
He regretted hurting her the most, injuring her deeply, ruining her life, and deserving the worst punishment. There is no greater pain than seeing her suffer humiliation and death with his own eyes. He once said that she was responsible for the loss of innocence and the uterus of the woman he deeply loved, and for his sister becoming a vegetable. When he learned the truth, she smiled and said, "You're right. I did it all. I deserve to die!" She resolutely turned around and fell into the river. When she was salvaged, all he saw were her bones.Complete
The Man Who Spoke of Death
They said he was a curse made flesh - a man whose words carried the taste of endings. His name was Erevan, though few who spoke it ever lived long enough to whisper it twice. Wherever he walked, silence followed. Lamps flickered, birds fell still, and even the wind dared not breathe. Yet despite the darkness that wrapped him like a second skin, people could not look away. There was something magnetic in his grief - the kind of sorrow that felt almost holy. Erevan's mission was not to kill, but to express. To make the world understand what death truly felt like - the emptiness, the surrender, the quiet beauty of finality. Each person he met saw a reflection of their own pain in his words... and in understanding him, they unknowingly invited their own demise. Every word he spoke became an omen, every step a requiem. And somewhere between despair and destiny, Erevan began to wonder - was he the messenger of death... or death itself learning to speak?
Sad Poems
a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)Complete
Tamasway
After a life crushed by indifference, a boy loses the only person he ever loved. Drowning in an endless Void, his soul is approached by a darkness offering a final, desperate pact. He accepts, trading his own eternal peace for the strength to break creation itself. Reborn with a power fueled by his rage, he will now walk a path of vengeance to seize the happiness the world denied him.
The Broken Biker. The Sinful Riders Book Two
Both had troubled pasts. Both were broken. But when he does something that gets her hurt so badly that she was left with deep wounds and a scared look in her eyes, is there anyway for him to fix the damage done to her? Especially as he was sure he was so broken that he didn't think she should be with him?
Summary: Dan’s lifelong best friend commits suicide and Dan is left depressed and hating himself for not being there for his friend 100% and because of that, self-harms. He’s haunted by memories of the past and even though Phil is there for him, it isn’t always enough. Warning: Possible Trigger warning dealing with self-harm, self-hate, and suicide of a friend. If you ever need anyone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask. Otherwise, enjoy my very first Phanfic!
More detailsContent Guidelines