Character Of Heart Of Darkness の小説・ストーリー

Nightshade pack has the best parts, for example the pack-house, the modern houses and lavish lifestyles that people live, but there’s also the pauper’s part of the pack, where the homeless stay and strive to survive, begging for just crumbs of food. The lane is long and dark, a blanket is draped on the floor and someone is on it, his head resting on the wall, eyes shut. My heart breaks for this person as I make my way towards him. “Hey.” I say softly, he opens his eyes and stares at me, a flicker of recognition flashes through his dark eyes, how can someone's eyes be so dark?

"He said he would take me from here, make it so I could see my family again. Good thing I never believed him." "I'm glad you didn't either, because with a darkness on his side, he would easily become unstable." "What is this darkness?" "I don't fully know what it is, but from what I know. We were born with it, so were two others." "How do you know I have darkness?" "Because mine recognized yours, but with you being human. It-. There is a difference in your heart beat from other humans, I am just surprised that uncle doesn't hear it." October turned her face away from Harlow. "I'm dying aren't I? I thought my cancer came back, or maybe even the evil me."

The pompous and squared handsome face which make him look like an actor was red with anger, with lines of wrath covering all around making him giving the required touch of a mafia. As if dirt covers the materials and humans a layer of disgust, inhumanity, barbarism, animosity and brutality has covered the innocent pure soul everyone of us is blessed with. He has passed his frightening, horrendous order, and kept walking to and fro in a deep thinking, I cried and cried silently as if my timid soul has already accepted what was going to happen to me. The timid heart I owned made me accept the atrocities while being foolish I took my fate responsible for whatever was happening, I was ready to f

Sometimes darkness wouldn't scare me but people around me would do. Monsters were scary but some pupils that were around were worst than monsters, they act as if they were heartless and maybe they were because the organ had long been filled with darkness leaving it as hard as a rock. They didn't feel anything while hurting others but karma was a bitch and it bit them way harder. I had gone through a lot, seen a lot of monsters, scarier and wilder than a real demon. As a rogue wolf from childhood, life wasn't easy, no it was far worse than a nightmare.

he was speaking wisely; it didn’t look like he was pretending. The driver was a white young man in his twenties; he had brown short hair and black eyes, he had no beard, under his celestial nose and above his small lips he had a small mustache, however, there was something about him that I didn’t understand because he had a different aura; a peaceful one. Though he was young, I felt he was very wise. “So? I don’t see what you are hinting at,” “See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…”

There was no warmth, no sign of human kindness or softness in his appearance. His eyes are so hollow and lifeless, almost pure black. They were voids, not reflective surfaces, drinking in the light rather than refracting it, giving the chilling impression that he was less a man and more a vessel for darkness. The casual, arrogant cruelty I had sensed earlier was confirmed in the permanent, cold scowl etched onto his face. He was the villain of a thousand forgotten tales, real and terrifyingly present.

stops. "Did you meet me as some hero became a villain? No, you didn't. It's none of your business if this is how I am or not," he faces the dead body, and gives it a light kick, "This is who I am, a heartless, insensitive bastard who doesn't give a fuck." I take a step back, my chest tightening with growing dread. I swallow hard, my throat bopping. "Your world is too dark," I choke on my words, "Too dark."

Slowly she looked ahead at the distance, her eyes held a myriad of emotions of hate, obsession and helplessness and an almost undetectable love. Her fists were slightly clenched before she loosened them almost immediately, a single teardrop slid down her eyes before she left with a swirl of her shoulders completely cutting off all her feelings and hiding them behind her expressionless face. "That's it ... That's it... That's it!!!?" Jack stood up and applauded immediately. "Really ... Was it that good?" Sara was so bewildered, the act was okay but she didn't really see the need for such a reaction. "You don't understand, Darkie is a character that has no definite behaviour, she can't be call

The dark night always reminded people of many things that they didn't dare to imagine. Sometimes people were more frightening than evil spirits. The most poisonous thing in the world was not the arsenic, but the human heart. Some people could be unscrupulous for money, some could do whatever they wanted, and some could crush others under their feet for their own lives. Someone... It was an eternal truth that truth, goodness and beauty were always opposite to falsehood, wickedness and ugliness. All of a sudden,Tristan wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it up in the wind.

"Don't open that door. If you open that door, the city will never be the same." "We don't have a choice," Julian said, his hand trembling as he reached for the rusted iron handle of the heavy vault door. "If I don't open it, the city dies anyway." He pulled. The door gave way with a screech of tortured metal, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, pulsing violet light that seemed to swallow the very air. In the center, suspended in a cage of twisted, obsidian-forged pipes, hung the Heart. It wasn't metal. It wasn't stone. It was a mass of shifting, living darkness, beating with a rhythm that felt like the pulse of the earth itself.