Stories by Noktul, by newest first

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  • She
    She trusted me to bring her the news which she so longed for. Every night she would pray that I would come to her, offer her some words of comfort, a smile, a look. Some reassu
    by Noktul 200 words, 2 comments, on Apr 26 2:00 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Spiritual
  • Dark Light Lover
    I love you so much. You make my heart sing. You make me feel that I can fly. Fly, because of you.
    You lifted me up! You lit my soul from within. You made me believe I could
    by Noktul 300 words, 3 comments, on Apr 24 1:46 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Romance
  • 11-15 creativity bash No 4
    It was 2:40 on Friday afternoon. Tito sat at his desk and groaned inwardly. From the moment he’d stepped into the shower that morning, he’d known it was going to be one of thos
    by Noktul 700 words, on Jun 8 4:35 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • 11-15 creativity bash No 3
    Ben sat at the breakfast table, picking at his piece of toast. He sniffed a few times and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his dressing gown. The hands of the clock ticked slowl
    by Noktul 500 words, on Jun 8 4:25 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • 11-15 creativity bash No 2
    It was New Year’s Eve. Mark Egan sat at the table in his parent’s house in Dublin, drinking fresh orange juice. He was reading The Irish Times, and getting very black fingers,
    by Noktul 800 words, on Jun 8 4:18 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • The 11-15 year old creativity bash No.1
    Steve woke up. It was New Years Day, and he had been out the night before with Keith, Robert, Shane and Mark. And, as predicted by his mum, Margaret, he got drunk. He staggered
    by Noktul 900 words, 2 comments, on Jun 8 4:10 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Kian
    Kian reached out for the wall,reassuringly solid and definite. The coldness of the brick under his bloody hand did much to reduce his overall body temperature and made him sudd
    by Noktul 200 words, 2 comments, on Jun 8 3:06 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Teran 2
    Silence reigned once more. The thuds and jeers had ebbed away.  Night. Oh night.
    Through the mists of pain, Teran recalled a song with those same words. It was a song about
    by Noktul 1600 words, 1 comment, on Nov 12 8:34 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Fantasy
  • Nature
    I wish I was capable of hurting people. I could feel the power of aggression, feel the force of fear. I want to know what it's like to punch someone, to break their jaw, to mak
    by Noktul 300 words, 4 comments, on Oct 17 5:34 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Depression
  • Pain
    So you think you should be loved. Who are you to think that? Cut yourself you gutless coward. Guess why I'm not calling you spineless? Cut yourself you coward. Tear it all off.
    by Noktul 900 words, 6 comments, on Oct 17 5:26 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Depression
  • Teran
    Dark. Pinpoints of red and white light. Movement. Rushing backwards while lying still. Hurtling through a tunnel…
    Teran opened his eyes. He was lying on a stone floor, strip
    by Noktul 1700 words, 5 comments, on Oct 15 5:14 PM 2003. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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