Bleak Sentence Novels & Stories

"Look all you want. It snapped off on deck. Do you think I would follow you when you wear such an insult to my eyes?" "N-no, I suppose not...but it was precious." "You will find it. Crushed out of shape, but I am sure if your petty faith prevails, you will fix it." Blake gave a sickly grin. "A very futile hope of heaven?" No one moved. Every one of them wanted to flee but was frozen in place.

Her brain was now completely dirty and polluted. “Why are you always daydreaming when you talk to me? Do you know what I just said?” "Wh-what?" Blakely stammered. “Sorry, I was thinking of a new menu for the winter.” "Tsk, liar. You don't hear me speak." "Sorry, can you repeat that one more time?" Blakely grimaced a little, full of guilt. "Listen to me. I will not repeat it." "I'm listening." "Today you look beautiful."

Now dying because I couldn’t eat anything at all. Poetic. Stupid. Perfect. Bree was quiet. Verm accompanied me silently. Yet I felt alone. Just me and the slow, steady realization that this was it. Another day. And nobody was coming.

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.

Gunner stood a few paces away, leaning on a staff, his expression grave. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said. She smirked faintly. “You sound like Collin.” Gunner smiled tiredly. “Guess being overprotective is contagious.” They stood in silence for a moment, the air heavy with memories. “She’s growing stronger again,” Baylee said finally. “I feel her when I sleep. Sometimes when I’m awake.” Gunner nodded. “I’ve felt her too. The Ironclaw lands are dying. Rivers drying, trees turning black overnight.”

Liam Today has to be the most gloomy day ever. The skies are gray as can be, and the temperature is so cold it’s like being at a funeral for all but the dead. It’s miserable. My art gallery is almost empty and devoid of life save for myself and a few staff.

"Luke Bleak was serious after all." He grinned. Cool money cooling in his account. Since payment had been made, it was time to take action. He needs to deliver as soon as possible because Luke Bleak could do anything if he does not do something soon enough. Imagine, the Bleak against the Bleak. Some people aren't serious in life.

Bright It was already daylight, and I was still driving aimlessly, the sky a dull gray and a bone-deep exhaustion weighing on me. All night I’d wandered roads I barely recognized, my mind stuck on a single certainty that flooded and tore at my heart: I couldn’t go on like this. Every mile I left behind only deepened the feeling that something inside me was breaking under the weight of this mistrust.

Blаkе is trying tо prepare mе fоr the іnеvіtаblе thаt’ѕ she’s lіkеlу gone. He іѕ ѕоlеmn when I bring hеr uр, аnd tеllѕ mе that hе hаѕ lеѕѕ hope thаn I dо. I think he еxресtеd to hаvе hеr back bу nоw but she’s nоt here.

Blаkе is trying tо prepare mе fоr the іnеvіtаblе thаt’ѕ she’s lіkеlу gone. He іѕ ѕоlеmn when I bring hеr uр, аnd tеllѕ mе that hе hаѕ lеѕѕ hope thаn I dо. I think he еxресtеd to hаvе hеr back bу nоw but she’s nоt here.