Unscramble Gloomy Novels & Stories

The sky was gloomy so was what she was feeling at the moment. The dark clouds started to gather around her and poured out distressing drizzles, adding weight to her misery. The smell of the burnt body was now washed by the rain. The scent of the wet dirt started to fill her nostrils. Leaving no trace to identify who was the scorched body.

A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart. The moment it was exposed, the Gloom intensified. The air grew heavier, colder. I heard a sharp intake of breath from one of the warriors, a muttered curse from another. A wave of irrational irritation washed over me-a sudden, sharp anger at the clumsy sound of digging, at the moon for its pale light, at Adrien for his grim silence. It's the Gloom, I thought, clinging to the knowledge like a lifeline. It's not real. It's the poison.