Darkness Feeling Novels & Stories

The room became a physical manifestation of his personal hell, each sensory element a reminder of his loss and loneliness. After what felt like an eternity, the sensory overload abruptly ceased, plunging the room into complete darkness. The sudden absence of the intense stimuli left Carver feeling even more disoriented and vulnerable. He found himself longing for the chaotic assault he had just endured, anything to fill the void of the suffocating darkness. In the pitch-black room, Carver's emotions reached a breaking point. He began to sob uncontrollably, the tears streaming down his face as he rolled around on the bed. The darkness amplified his sense of isolation, each sob a physical mani

Never requiring the use of night lights or flashlights to make my way across a room at night. But as I continue to look around me, I find no matter how hard I try to allow my eyes to adjust, my vision never changes. Almost as if someone had placed a dark cloth over my eyes. I find the darkness to be overwhelming as fear rushes through my veins. I close my eyes in an attempt to relax myself. However, the fear I feel continues to loom over me. Doubts begin to swarm my mind like an infestation. I feel tears prick at the side of my face as it becomes too much, from the pain to the pure darkness.

Levi Darkness is everywhere. I can't feel anything. I can't move. I'm stuck in a floating sensation that seems to be going on and on without any chance of stopping. I can't even breathe properly. There seems to be something big blocking my throat, stopping me from breathing. I try to gasp for air and I can almost feel it entering my windpipe but not quite making it. It’s more than just driving me crazy. It feels like prison. It feels like death.

Why…? Of all people…him! This monster. I don't know if it was heat or pressure, or fear perhaps…but whatever it was hit me so hard that I could hear strange pinging sounds in my ears…I could feel my breath grow shallower and finally…I could see the weakening darkness that overwhelmed me. Everywhere was dark. I couldn't see anything, I wasn't sure if I was even conscious but all I know is, it was dark. I could feel it, I could, the coldness of the darkness itself enveloping me.

Esma’s pov Darkness engulfed me. It was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good. It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever.

Jane felt as though her entire body was drowning in a pitch-black sea. Her limbs all felt unbearably heavy as she sank deeper and deeper beneath the endless darkness, unable to see anything around her or feel anything other than the immense pressure pulling her further into a place that held nothing but emptiness and loneliness. There was no light above her, no ground beneath her feet, only an endless abyss that welcomed her without a single sound. She should have been struggling. She should have been desperately trying to swim back toward the surface, yet strangely enough, her body refused to move.

The entire place was bleak, cold and completely dark. It was quiet and somber in there and I felt a chill as the darkness engulfed me when my eyes shot open. It was the most piercing darkness ever- it was not merely the darkness that came out of absence of light, it was much more sinister.

She says with a panic in her voice and tears rolling down her eyes. I'm stunned. What is she talking about? Does she not realize that I was just woken up yesterday to strangers telling me I can't remember a year of my life? Does she not understand I'm just happy to see her? Getting upset won't help anything, but I can't help feeling like something is a little off, and it's making me nervous. I can feel the darkness closing in around me. I hate this feeling, the darkness was never a constant around her, but I can feel it closing in around the edges of my mind and I am infuriated and scared at the same time. What the hell happened last year?

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

The darkness pressed in around me. It was cold and tingled my skin. The darkness expanded outward. A figure stood at a distance. So far, it was only vaguely human-shaped. I squinted, but there was no light. I was standing in empty dreamspace, just like I had been when Isabell had called on me. Except this wasn't Isabell, it couldn't be. It didn't feel like her.