Bleak Stories

While a great war raged on, Zarveth-who was still just a boy. He chose to remain on the battlefield rather than retreat to the rear. To him, peace had never truly existed in this cruel world. Even after the great war ended, the world did not heal. Monster races multiplied uncontrollably. Mercenary factions began plotting revolutions to seize control of the world order. Diplomatic tensions between kingdoms and races across the continent teetered on the brink of another massive war. And here stands Zarveth, struggling to survive in his own way-without heroics, only actions and their consequences. He carves his own path through the choices he makes, facing moral dilemmas, clashing egos between factions, and conflicts of principle with those around him. The question is: how will Zarveth survive until the very end?

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

In the city of Drayke, belief spreads faster than truth. When a man emerges claiming to be the prophesied Blue-Blood-an unkillable savior destined to end the 'World Eater'-people don't question it, they follow. But cratin has seen what blind faith creates. And worse-he knows exactly what happens when the wrong person is believed. As the lie grows, so does the chaos around it. Cults rise. Kingdoms divide. Hope turns into something sharper, more dangerous. Because the false Blue-Blood doesn't just inspire people. Now Cratin is faced with a choice he's spent his life avoiding: Step forward and become the symbol he despises... Or stay silent-and let the wrong one lead everyone to ruin.

The Mercer place doesn't exist. Burned down in 1933. County stopped recording it after the third surveyor died. So why is the front door open? Why is there a tape inside labeled _C.V._ in Clara Vane's handwriting - playing her own voice describing her death in a car that never crashed? 11 steps in. 17 steps out. The hallway gets longer every time. The chair is always warm. She came to investigate a fraud. She found a record. The house isn't haunted. It asks one question and keeps asking until all your answers sound the same. Then it files you away. Clara came to solve the case. Found out she was already on the tape. Will the memories let her go?

A young girl goes missing, and the parents spend the following years searching for her. But all that changes when a mysterious girl arrives at their home...

There has been a war troubling Toontown for too many years, haunting the toons even to the year 2039. Almost all the opposition, cogs, have been terminated but their creations, the hybrids, still stand strong. The toons now face what might be their ultimate demise, an enemy that is half-cog and half-toon. When the toon society eliminate anything slightly related to the hybrids, how will Presto cope when he catches feelings for one?

Trudging through life, day after day So empty, you've forgotten how to pray, Will you emerge from this stupor, see the light of day? Or will you die, like the void, having never found your way...

This is a book in which each chapter will have an unnamed poem of mine dumped into it. If I ever do come up with a name it will stay in here but the chapter title will change. Along with an additional publication being made revolving around any named poem.

~. Despondency: Low spirits from loss of hope or courage; Dejection: an air of despondency .~

I LOVE DAISIES

Imagine, if you will, a nostalgic world where only the passing of time and the rhythmic clacking of needles matter. An Immortalis (c) Tale.

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Read the story of Tess-- a girl who wants nothing but peace and happiness. Her life is full of negativity and it's worse when she meets some certain people.

Getting to Nowhere is an epic dark fantasy saga where the world itself is the protagonist - a vast, ever-shifting land shaped by forgotten wars, fractured kingdoms, and the passage of unknowable time. Across continents where time bends and reality rewrites itself, empires rise only to fall into myth, and heroes are remembered not for their triumphs, but for what they couldn't escape. In this world, no path is straight. No future is certain. And no one truly knows where the story leads. Told through multiple eras and voices, Getting to Nowhere explores a realm where magic decays, truth fractures, and even gods must face what lies beyond their design. As generations clash and civilizations unravel, the question remains: What happens when the journey never ends - and the destination may not exist? A brutal, visionary tale of war, identity, and fate, Getting to Nowhere is a fantasy not about where we go - but what we become along the way.

a collection of my thoughts in an eloquent fashion, you could say this is the story of my experiences. and if you do end up reading this, let me know your thoughts. thank you.

The Door stands at the End of All Things. Only those who do not return have seen past it's grace. Four souls remain. The last embers of a dead existence. Aedric the Hollowblade-A once-great warrior whose name has outlived his triumphs. Lirian "The Crow-Tongue"-A historian, collector of lost knowledge, and speaker of dead tongues. Veyne the Hollow Smirk-A thief, a liar, and a survivor. The Dead One-A shambling corpse, a nameless wanderer, neither living nor at rest. They walk The Path of Dust and Ash, seeking the threshold where history ends. The Path is strewn with the remnants of Great Ones who came before-whispering bones and cities that remember. Beyond the Door, the unknown beckons.

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He explains death for a living.

Bleak and horrible story about a girl and her torture Picture is not mine