The Darker Side Of Nonsense นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Hearing some scratching noise, Jacques looked at her bedroom door. She figured it must be the dog and decided to open it. "In the end, you succeeded in becoming one of us..." David Millman said and Jacques's hand that reached to the doorknob paused. "You aimed for my son but failed. And now you climbed much higher in the ladder... getting a Fitzgerald!" he snorted and Jacques's eyebrows twitched out of anger. What in the everloving hell! What is this fresh bullsh!t this guy is spouting! He is suggesting that I am a social climber? And when did I ever aim for that methhead son of his? I wanted him to get arrested!

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

It’s okay since I only have to put a few more stuff. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I was about to finish when the light suddenly went out. I was so nervous and anxious it was completely dark I can’t even see a single light. The last time I check it was still golden hour outside but right now I feel like I was locked up in the room. Didn’t the staff even check that there’s still a person here? “Hello! Hello! There is still someone else here!” “Hello anyone! I’m still here!”

Walking down again into the mausoleum, the dark hallway that's not at all dangerous swallows me up again as I pass through it. It's like that dark magic that Machiv was talking about. Not necessarily dangerous, just the perception of it, I suppose. I've been somewhat scared of the dark since I was young, but gradually have come to learn through my life that it's nothing dangerous about it. Dark Magic might imply that too in it's basic concept. It's not the dark itself. It's what the dark is used by, what inhabits it, that could possibly be sinister. It's not the deep shadows themselves that want that, maybe never could want it to begin with.

I said using my fingers to make quotation marks. We both laughed. “Why couldn’t you just ask me on a real date, what was up with all the in the dark business,” I asked. “It really was just a fantasy of mine. I wanted to meet someone who had no idea who I was, who my family was, someone who would just be a clean slate, even playing field.” I laughed hysterically.

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

“What?!“ Richard Tyson had his fist clenched in boiling fury. “It was Ursula. I think this is one of her schemes to have me pander to her every sexual whim.“ Arthur spoke with much assurance, narrating in detail his encounter with her earlier. “That scheming witch!“ Richard rasped. His fury was evident in his blue eyes. “Wait till I get my hands on her.“ “Ursula's one thing. The press is another. How could they buy a story so absurd as this?“ Arthur threw the crumpled magazine in a waste bin. “How could they not?“ Richard retorted. “You're one absurd personality. Your absurdity clicked perfectly with the story's.“ Richard gave a fake beam, rubbing at his jawline. “Are you trying to get me ca

It's like a knot in a ball of yarn, too tight to undo, leaving the only option to cut it away completely. Would it be better if I never knew? Could I live with the peace that ignorance brings, or would the not knowing gnaw at me forever? There’s safety in not understanding, in pretending the world isn’t falling apart around me. But I know I'm lying to myself. I’m a coward. I take a deep swig from the liquor, the taste bitter on my tongue. It’s my tenth glass, maybe more—I lost count hours ago. My head spins as I stand, nearly collapsing under the weight of my own drunkenness. How the hell am I supposed to drive home like this?