Dark Grunge Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.

No matter how much I picked at my skin, it was always there. Harsh florescent lights shone down on smooth cement walls and a dark floor. There were grooves in the tile that led to a singular drain at the very center. When blood filled those little divots, it looked like rivers of pure crimson. I knew from personal experience. My nails still hadn’t grown back. The room was identical to my cell. Home sweet home. Never one to pass up an opportunity, I turned to the camera in the corner of the room and spat at it. “The aesthetic of his place fucking sucks. What kind of interior designer do you people have? Everyone knows dungeon chic is out of style.”

Else. Something. Darker.