Darkness Poems Short Novels & Stories

My thoughts and feelings are tired, whether I will close my eyes forever or not, what is certain is that my eyes have closed, and I return to meet darkness. I entered a dark room. Strangely my eyes could see various sides of the room until I found a subtle light at the end. I stepped closer to the light, looked close but felt far away. The closer I get to the light, the farther it feels. Until I chose to run to get to the end of the light quickly, that's where I saw an animal-shaped shadow

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

, Ashton said. Carl also seemed to struggle seeing through the darkness. “Alright. When you are in the caves, there’s a wall that divides the outside from the inside of the facility. You can’t wait for the main entrance to be opened because that might take ages. Just try to get into the wall with your gilt powers”, he said. Without knowing where we were going, that was going to be an impossible feat. We needed to know what it looked like on the other side so we could get there but without knowing we had no way in.

Her Pov: I’m so tired… utterly drained. I don’t even know how long I’ve been trapped in this endless void of darkness. Is this what the afterlife feels like? A suffocating abyss where time has no meaning, and hope is but a distant memory? I’ve been wandering through these shadowed corridors, my footsteps echoing in the silence, searching—desperately—for a single glimpse of light. But no matter how far I go or how hard I try, the darkness stretches on, infinite and unyielding.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

But faith is an ephemeral quality. It is a candle lit in a storm of untrammelled air, waiting to be extinguished the moment there is darkness within. She slept better that night than she had in months. No darkness quiet. No sudden heat flash, no clatter of high heels thrumming in her bones. Only quiet. Terrible, holy quiet. And when she awoke, the sun was already bright in the windows, warm and gentle. Her body was leaden, but not with fear—simply with being human.

Authors pov…… In the deepest, darkest recesses of the room, shadows lurk, ready to pounce. A faint glow from the lone candle illuminates only a fraction of the room, and the corners lie in complete darkness, their secrets hidden away from the naked eye. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, their voice the only sound in the stillness of the night. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay, a reminder of the passage of time and the inevitable march of entropy.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.