Repetition Stories

The thoughts... the feelings... which cannot be spoken out loud... the mind rambles but no one to listen it... 🦋

Yeah, just some random poems

Do you ever feel like you're living the worst day of your life over and over again? And that, if you could somehow do things differently, get it right this time, you might finally be free? Jason Durand is a bodyguard, tasked with protecting a politician and his daughters, in one of the most inhospitable places on earth: the mountain-island of Mosken in northern Norway, which is uninhabited, choked in mist, and guarded by treacherous tidal currents. But his life on the island isn't what it seems. There are strange repetitions in the patterns of the clouds, bouts of déjà vu that leave him gasping, and - weirdest of all - a flock of black birds that mob him every morning like an avian alarm clock. And then his worst enemy - the cockney contract killer he's supposed to be guarding against - tells him they're both prisoners, and offers him a deal...

On the life, fading, and resounding echo of someone you still dream as alive.

> "How many times can you fall for the same person before time forgets... and you forget too?" On the first day of college, he met her - a girl who felt like déjà vu, with laughter that echoed in dreams and eyes that knew too much. She called herself Aarvi, and her presence changed everything. But what happens when each day resets - not for time, but for memory? As fragments of the past bleed into the present, he uncovers hidden sketches, silent notes, and a blog titled How to Disappear Without Dying. Every chapter pulls him closer to a truth too painful to hold - and too beautiful to forget. In a story where time doesn't rewind but memories do, The Memory Loop explores what it means to love someone who may forget you tomorrow... and the courage it takes to remember them anyway. Some loops aren't meant to break. Some people aren't meant to vanish. And some love stories... begin where they end. ---

Trapped in a never ending cycle... Will they be able to escape?

Repeat Dreams are what I like to call dreams that I have had multiple times, but the time of having the first dream and having the same one the second time are months to years apart from each other. And these of of course only the ones I remember having before and having them again and remembering it since you don't always remember your dreams. Any spelling, grammar, punctuation, run on sentences, etc will not be fixed strictly because I wake up and immediately write the explanation in my notes app. This isn't an actual story, this is just my dreams and happenings that I want to share with people. So every mistake will stay a mistake. My repeat dreams and an explanation, comparison, chaos, and yeah. Nothing like my other stories, these are my actual dreams and dreams that have repeated themselves twice of more times. And the entire thing is written in my notes app to copy and paste to other places later. I also don't only have repeat Dreams, I also get dreams of things that look like they could or would happen irl and then it actually does happen irl, I like to call those ones deja vu since that's what it feels like when it happens irl and then I remember I had a dream about it. Maybe I should make a deja vu book too cuz I clearly remember all my deja vu happenings.

Every college has that party-the one people talk about for years. At Blackstone University, it's the Halloween Bash in Dorm 6. Costumes. Music. Too much vodka. And this year... death. When a group of students wake up after the party only to realize it's still October 31st, they think it's a hangover. But as the night resets again, and again. they start to understand: they're stuck in a time loop. And each time it restarts, someone dies in a new, more brutal way. Trapped in an endless Halloween, the survivors must figure out what's causing the loop before none of them make it to November 1st. Because the party's not over until they're all dead.

a piece that tastes like overthinking at 2 a.m. this isn't a poem. this isn't a rant. this isn't a vent. it's that quiet, chaotic spiral your brain goes into when everything feels almost fine―but not quite. imagine a life that's perfect. now imagine the lie it takes to make it look that way. this is about that. --- if you're reading this, and it resonates with you, i'm glad you found it.

Trapped in a relentless cycle of terror, New York writer Jade Winters, her neighbor, and a ruthless killer find themselves reliving the same deadly day over and over again. Each repeat unveils new clues and dark secrets, forcing Jade to confront both the murderer and the hidden corners of her own past. As the line between survivor and suspect blurs, every iteration of the day pulls them deeper into a web of deception, haunted memories, and impossible choices. But unless Jade unravels the mystery and breaks the cycle, she will be doomed to relive this nightmare forever-alongside a killer who's always one step ahead.

A raw reflection on the enduring ache of love that won't fade, even when told to stop. It's a stuck button, a firework inside, that no one but the heart can manage.

A heartfelt poem titled 'XII' expressing deep affection and longing. The speaker wishes for their feelings to be known, highlighting the depth of their love and the lengths they would go to for the recipient. The image captures the essence of unspoken emotions and the vulnerability of sharing one's true feelings.

The Ingredients of Dr Pepper

You hold my hand in your sleep And the dark secrets that I keep

"I'd kill him if it were the last thing I ever did. No matter who's in my way. The Hero or the Queen, I'd get rid of them, no matter how many times it takes." Up until now I had always thought I was normal, a little on the weirder side but at least normal enough. Then I died and well... I didn't. Dragged off by the Hero and her party to slay the Demon Lord I met my end to the Monster along the border forest only to wake up before it all began. I'm clearly not the Hero Lara with her dazzling smile. I'm not the captain of the Knights Ronalt. I'm not a Master Wizard or a Swordsman, that would be Ardent and Earnest. Nor am I the surprisingly violent priestess Marley. And though she was dragged along as well, I'm not the beautiful thief Taylor. No, my jobs outnumber theirs tenfold for I am... their cook, their driver, the baggage carrier, blacksmith, tailor, potions maker, bird tender and so on and so forth. In other words I was the extra taken from my small town home. No matter what though, no matter how many tries it takes, I will make it back home or die trying, literally.

A cyclical tale of a man lost in his own world, absorbed in technology and material pursuits. As he stumbles through life, unaware of life around him, the absence of love takes its toll, but history repeats.

Jules Connington has everything: wealth, beauty, and the privilege of being untouchable; due to her dad's influence. But when she wakes up alone in an empty, perfect town with no memory of how she got there, her life begins to quickly unravel. Haunted by the perfection of her surroundings and the inescapable sense she is being watched, Jules is forced to confront a past she's desperately tried to forget. With each step closer to acceptance, the town shifts, revealing its sinister intent. Will Jules find redemption in this shadowy purgatory, or will she be consumed by the weight of her sins?

This is a test book for Wattpad to familiarize myself with the platform. For this book I have written ten poems. They are in the form of pantoums. Each poem has its own topic. These poems are not erotic, romantic, or otherwise lewdly provocative. The subject matter may lead to questions about how people live in a sometimes-confusing adult world, but all poems should be suitable reading for everybody.

On an order from higher being, a certain angel had to observe a certain couple living in the world. However...

Poetry dedicated to the stricken many and victims of dementia Some stories for all you reading addicts