Bleak Sentence Novels & Stories

The answer was no. A single tear slid down my cheek as I stared blankly at the wall in front of me. My world no longer seemed as bright as it had a few mere hours ago. It seemed — and felt — bleak and hopeless. Like a dark cloud had been cast over my life and it wasn't moving away.

Blame already had a lot on her plate; as much as possible, he didn’t want to burden her with unnecessary weariness. Blame sighed, looking out to the thick clouds reigning on the horizon. The darkness starting to dominate in the world before them was the kind of analogy perfect for what she felt at the moment. Where there’s darkness, the pain was sure to come, and she could feel it, could feel it vibrate down to her system. Despite having to meet Kleint after a long time, she couldn’t help taking a glimpse at the despair she was trying to ignore. Everything’s messed u. She was messed up.

Allison I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My eyes fixed on the fan, its blades spinning lazily. I felt numb, empty, and disconnected from the world. "You will look really nice with a rope tied on you," I muttered to the fan, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was unraveling, consumed by the darkness that had haunted me for so long. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, slipping into the abyss of depression and despair.

I heard another voice. I looked up to see Blake standing there—and he was a mess. If I was bad, Blake was ten times worse. His once cheerful face was hollow, his usual smirk long gone. Dark bags hung under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for weeks. His hair was unkempt, his roots growing out, and his skin was ghostly pale. A sudden, gut-wrenching wave of agony tore through me. Inside, my wolf howled in despair. What's wrong?! I demanded.

How could I have been such a fool? Finally, my dam of tears burst, tears course down my face, and I taste the saltiness amidst the rain. So much for not crying. Thunder booms in the sky as lightning continues to flash angrily against the blackened sky. And just like that, I can see Blake and the woman no more. They are gone.

Blake felt a weight had joined him on the bed and only then did he dart his eyes to his mother on the bed. Emily pulled him into her arms and confronted him with her warmth. She patted his back and her whole pose and figure spoke of an absorbing melancholy. "I'm sorry." That was all she could say to her depressed son. He remained silent and didn't speak. He closed his eyes and all he could think of was the day of the accident, the day that haunted him even in his dreams, the day that he felt useless, the day he couldn't protect his friend. One month ago, Blake and Liam were both seated at a booth close to the window as they sipped on their strawberry smoothies from a straw.

Like iron bands were locking around my ribs. My vision blurred. I was sinking. The trees leaned in, whispering secrets I couldn’t understand. The sky above dimmed, even darker than before, the clouds swallowing all light. And then— I was gone. Swallowed whole by the Blightwood. The Goddess didn’t answer. The wolf didn’t come. Only darkness.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Karl said he was laughing. “You Dark? Are you ready for the med exam? ” Loel asked "Dark is always ready, right dude?" Bryan asked Dark turned to them. One of his teammates was blurry in his vision. He realised Dark was staring at him. "Damn, Dark, why are you staring at me like that?" Blake said. Blake was nervous when Dark stared at him as if Dark could see his soul. He has goosebumps. "Give up on her. Don't leave the house later, or you're just going to be doomed.” Dark said all of a sudden.

I am shredded by the sharp razor of hurt I can no longer bleed anymore. Dear you, as you are reading this, I fear I might be kissing the last breathe of air of my sanity goodbye in any moment. Dear you, I feel like my days are being numbered in the land of the light. And dear you, I feel like if this darkness consumes me, I’ll be stuck in the dark forever. Alone, scared, lonely. Bare. **