#gothicfiction

A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for a sign—if He existed at all. And He answered.

آزادنویسی های شبانه تباهی ای که رستگاری می زاید از زبان سابیس نسیمی نم گرفته که از دروز سقف و دیوارهای قلعه به داخل نشت می کند. رایحه ی مرگی را دارد که هنوز نیم لبخند حیات بر لبانش جاریست و به یادم می

یک خیابان پهن و وسیع و میدانی در وسط آن و یک تابوت فلزی بزرگ بر چمن های نیمه زرد و تنک آن. نوارهای سیاهی که از بین شاخ و برگ درختان عبور داده اند و حضاری که همه سیاه پوش هستند. بله، مراسم عزاداری. این

از زبان گادفری: مبهوت نگاه می کنم. به پیکر مبهمی که در تاریکی برافراشته شده در برابر دیدگانم. و به مرگ دعوت می کند و به زندگی. و من به این فکر می کنم که چرا این موجود فرابشری به مرگ می اندیشد و آن را نه

در حالی که خورشید بی رحمانه می تازد بر ماسه های بیابان، ایتاچی با قلبی تپنده از پله های قلعه پایین می رود و می خواهد در را بگشاید که صدایی او را بر جا متوقف می کند. صدایی نرم و ملایم، اما آمرانه. صدایی

Red, like blood. I am drowning in a darkness the color of blood. I move forward, knowing that what I see—this pure crimson—exists only in my mind. Now, it is only me and the quagmire of my soul, in which

Story in the topic "the-spulcher" in the non-live roleplay group Nocturnal Cathedral: t.me/nocturnalcathedral Ash Beyond the Dunes As far as the eye can see, there is only sand. We are lost in

Moonlight streamed across the stone walls of a mansion in Amalthura, casting trembling shadows of objects along the empty halls, and slipping through tall windows, grazing the cloak of a wandering ghost.

The Link To The Character: Frollo: The night is silent as you walk with Master Frollo on Paris’s outskirts. Suddenly, laughter and firelight draw your eyes. Ahead, Quasimodo and Esmeralda are dancing around

I call reading novels luxuries of life. One of the novels I didn't regret buying and reading this year is the F r a n k e n s t e i n ! It belongs to the gothic fiction and I felt that it altered my brain

Words: score, journal, cousin, bench, home, technique, spirit. Abmel was sitting on a bench in the park and was reading one of the journal articles of Almost Friendly Duels. As she read each word, her

Words: workshop, worm, layer, table, spy, waterfall, heaven. He was standing in the workshop and looking at the head on the table. Well-trimmed, with silky black hair, wide blue eyes, and bulging pink

The stone walls of the castle that seemed too big for his small stature. Priest teachers who had soulless faces and severely punished him for the slightest mistake on his part. He was locked in a dark

Abraham was shocked to hear this. "What are you saying? Worship me as a god? A weak wizard like me? There are other wizards far stronger than me." Cyrus rose from the altar and knelt on the floor.

It was burning. Not only his body, but also his soul seemed to be roasting. He was screaming from the depths of his soul and begging the angel of his torment to save him. "Abraham, Abraham! Please

Passage: The priest shall burn them on the altar as a food offering presented to the LORD. It is a guilt offering. I'm going to write a story based on this passage that was given to me by a random Bible

Nathan and Godfrey were lying together on the ground covered in blood. Their faces were facing each other and they put their hands on each other's cheeks. Flashback The one eyed lord was lying on his bed,

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Can I come in? Petrus said in a cheerful tone: Rosalie! Come in. Rosalie entered smiling and Godfrey stood up when he saw her. They looked at each other for

Petrus got shocked. Do you know about this case, too? Yes. That creature spoke to me in my mind and asked me to release it. He tried to seduce you. Yes, but still, my heart aches for him, what is that

Godfrey put on his clothes and sat down in a chair and waited for Dr. Augustine to start speaking. "Last night, it was around half past eleven when one of the nurses goes to the bathroom and sees