Bleak Stories

Grieving, emotional trauma, love, pain, purpose, self identity. We are all bound by our humanity, and our emotions. This is something we cannot change. What we can chang...

Humans have become the oppressors. On the back of twelve invincible dreadnaught, they conquered worlds after worlds, committed atrocities after atrocities...because the...

The original serialized form of Charles Dickens's Bleak House novel. Original serial cover illustration by H.K. Browne. Audiobook files posted at the beginning of each c...

Donatello didn't know what to expect. One moment, he's wishing his family and his girlfriend goodnight, the next he's waking up in a desolate and unfamiliar place. His h...

Life's contrasts, loss, depression, love, new life, all for what? Experience can be the only answer.

A bleak poem written on the destructive power of nature

The Young Jaden is not like every other guy, he's a serial killer. Payed to commit the worst of crimes at only 21 years old. His next victim being a young girl named A...

The house fell empty, only the sound of leather boots creaking against the hard wood floors echoed through the complete darkness. Abraham stood above his "father&qu...

verses dripping with what we cannot speak 🔸entries for Versification 2023 🔸 and poems dedicated to Sutekh/Set, since he is, after all, Chaos incarnate

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

life?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Laid in bed one time and thought about how the world had changed due to colonization. The term of ice is simply a metaphor reflecting views on the entire...

A bleak moment of true awareness.

The Earth is dying. The world's scientists provided a last minute gasp, instant matter transport to a newly found habitable planet. This is the final moving day. Snack s...

If those in charge had the technology to monitor you, would they use the very devices in your own home or something else? Something you would not think twice about. Y...

This is a poem I wrote many years ago. Whilst my circumstances have changed, the sentiments unfortunately, have not.

Either a bunch of poems/writings aiming to express how much it truly is all Doom and Gloom. Or the worthless nihilistic ramblings of a man who has reached the end of his...

Some deep and erring poetry. Sometimes, dark sometimes just fresh from the psyche. (Cover is self drawn and designed).

It is a bleak short story about A grandma with braintumor......death, the struggles of life....happiness