Darkness Poems Short Novels & Stories

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

His presence seemed to suck the air from the room, devouring the light and turning it into something else—something dark. For just a second, it reminded me of the Game Master. They both held that darkness within them, but they were two sides of a coin. The Game Master’s darkness reminded me of a dark sky filled with stars, the beautiful darkness that consumed the day. This—thing, its darkness reminded me of a chasm. An endless chasm with nothing but death and agony. ‘We’re not going to fucking die.’ Rayna snarled, ‘Not if I have anything to do with it.’

I would let the darkness take me and be the nothing that I was. I made it across the parking lot to the street corner. Another look around showed the streets empty of cars, of people, of all life. How could it be this empty? It was only midnight. Didn't anyone go out at night at all? Why was our store open so late if no one came out this way anyway?

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

So I'll memorize the constellations of her freckles, The sound of her laugh like distant thunder, The way she sees beauty in broken things.. Especially in me. And when darkness finally claims her, I'll remind the world that even extinguished stars Send light traveling for centuries, Illuminating paths they'll never know they touched }

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da

"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short." "Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one." I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. I have one in mind, the most recent one. As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself. "She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."

My ears seemed block with a whistling sound on repeat mode. DARKNESS Darkness can be measured by the absence of light, Things vanish in presence of its sight. It's a feeling of not knowing your surroundings, cannot seeing the color they hold, When your eyes seem dead and senses feel cold. It is frightening when you cannot hear the chirping of insects or tick-tock of a clock, People fear it's presence yet, it holds a place in one's heart. We hide it behind, covering it with light, Even the sun hide behind darkness when it's the night.

*“The true darkness stirs.” ---