Attempt Stories

Aya has always carried her world alone-quietly, obediently, invisibly. Until the heartbreaks stacked too high. Until Raz left her feeling unworthy. Until her family's silence felt louder than screaming. Until the weight of life finally pressed her under. After nine interrupted attempts to disappear, Aya chooses her final one with precision: open water, midnight, three heavy stones in her backpack. No witnesses. No more mistakes. Only peace. But the water refuses her. And so does the last man she ever expected to care. Haze-her distant, perfectionist neighbor who never spared her more than a passing glance-appears out of the darkness and drags her from the water, furious and terrified. Aya begs him to let her go. Haze refuses. What begins as an unwanted rescue becomes a collision of two damaged lives. He carries his own buried past; she carries her unread letters of goodbye. And somewhere between all the hurt and all the breaking, they start to pull each other back to the surface-slowly, painfully, imperfectly. But saving someone isn't the same as loving them. And loving someone isn't the same as staying. Will Haze be the anchor Aya has never had? Or another wave waiting to drown her all over again? A story about the heaviness we hide, the ache of being forgotten, and the terrifying tenderness of being seen. A romance carved out of survival-messy, real, and heartbreakingly human.

*Previously named We're Not Okay (I Promise)* Hadley had never had a great life. She got bullied, her home life wasn't exactly steady and she didn't have many friends, but all that was okay, because she had her best friend right there with her, Gerard. But Gee had been suffering from depression for a long time, and to Hadley's horror, took his own life. Hadley's whole world is flipped upside down, she's sent wild with grief at the loss of her best friend who'd promised to be there for her, she hates herself for not doing more to save him. However, Hadley is sent to an even darker place when her best friend returns, yup, as a ghost. He informs her he's stuck between Earth and the After Life, and he thinks he'll be able to leave if he helps Hadley recover. He's sure if he gets her someone else to love, then maybe she'd forgive her deceased best friend, and if she doesn't? Gerard could be stuck forever.

Don't question, just read.

Snow forever had a way of distorting Hima Gojo's reality, slicing through time and space like a blade sliding on butter. Ushered fragments of cold, heartless memories to the surface. Even when the future attempted to pull her far away, the frozen memories managed to shackle her down, gnawing in her brain with relentless persistence. Yet, strangely, snow never fails to stir a flicker of hope inside her, to keep going, to reach for the destiny she hoped would one day carry her to the warmth of the spring breeze. ↫↬ Life in the Gojo Clan isn't the serene, luxurious existence most outsiders imagine. Yes, they may have been surrounded by wealth and opulence, but beneath that glittering surface lies an overwhelming pressure of expectations. Their environment is the worst one a child can possibly have for growing up. And Hima Gojo feels this every single day of her life. That is, until Satoru Gojo crosses her path for the second time. Sparking an explosion of query in her mind, each one clamoring to be expressed first. Fanfiction idea credit to @cita91lopram

in which I try to write a haiku everyday (and fail at it, most of the time)

It's self explanatory: thoughts that have turned into poems. A way to explore into my mind. Try to figure out my metaphors, and if you do... welcome to my world, welcome to my attempt at poetry! The poems will get better the more you dive in. Chapters marked with an asterisk (*) may be triggering to certain audiences, touching topics like depression, self-esteem, among others. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON DEC 17, 2014. achievements: • #1 in metaphors as of 6/23/19 and 10/9/19 • #24 in thoughts as of 6/13/19 • #31 in poetry as of 11/22/19

maybe.

Wrote this last night and idk if im gonna finish it lmaoo anyways stan n kyle, sh tw, inspired by star shipping - lil peep Idk what else to put here but prolly wont fi. Ish. Bassiclu stan is mcr three chests for sweet revenging and he sucks at dieing and uhm idk sorry im not done but idk what to dodododododoooehehehhhwjwkwoaoa.

Dick Grayson is barely 13. Something happens that will change him forever. It might leave him looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. Will Bruce get there in time to save his son? Or will he be Almost be too late?

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*UNDER HEAVY EDITING* A couple of days after my best friend moved into a house she invited me over for a tour. The house was huge and very old, it was built in the early 1800s, and was 3 stories high. When she was showing me her backyard I noticed something, there was a fourth floor, but it was so small you couldn't really notice it. What was up there, and why did her dad not want us to go up there? Was there even a way to get up there? This story is based on a crazy dream that I, the author, had. I hope that you enjoy it. I am constantly editing it at the moment though, trying to fix grammatical errors, add on details, ect. So I hope you enjoy it now and if I do change things I hope you enjoy it then.

Dylan Jones is sick of his life. He tries to commit suicide, but fails. He has had enough of everything. His girlfriend, brother, and his grandparents. Once he's had enough, he runs away. After several days missing, Dylan's girlfriend, Naomi, tries to commit suicide. Her attempt was almost good, until Dylan's grandparents stopped her. When running away, Dylan nearly dies, but when he meets a family, he soon realizes that they could possibly put his life in danger.

She survived an assassination attempt. He saved her from certain death. Together, they are unstoppable. In a world of power, wealth, and betrayal, empires rise-and fall-in the blink of an eye. Allies lie. Enemies plot. And when the one who dared to challenge her crumbles to their knees, begging for mercy, she doesn't flinch. Love isn't soft. Power isn't shared. In the end, only those who burn their enemies to ash can claim the throne.

It is a common belief that Lucifer was banned from heaven after challenging God for freedom. Lucifer was God's second favorite, only Gods son being more favored than he was. However, a majority of the other angels respected Lucifer more, and it was with this knowledge that Lucifer challenged God and his loyal subjects in a rebellion against the laws that were to be consistently obeyed by each angel in heaven. As a result, God and the Angels that stuck by his side won, while Lucifer and the other Angels who had rebelled were denied further access to the Lords court. This was Lucifers fall, where it is said that he became Satan. As well as Lucifer and Satan being one in the same, it is also a common belief that Lucifer was a man. Though I suppose that anything written by a man in that time period would be altered. After all, how could a female be incredibly strong, Gods favorite angel, and even wage a war in heaven? But I did, and now that I'm on Earth I am the being that seeks out souls for Satan. I go to the people that are going to die or be murdered in the near future, and I decide whether they deserve a second chance or to go straight to Hell. I can do much, much more, but collecting souls is my job. My name is Lucifer, but while I'm in my human form you can just call me Lucy. Caution: story involves suicide, depression, death, swearing, and other mature content. Some scenes may be inappropriate (aka involve nudity or sex) and others may be triggering. Please read at your own risk and do not read if you are triggered by any of these things!

This is a book of awful cringeworthy art...my art. 🐛

"No, I don't like you.I'm a superhero and you're a supervillain, we can't be together. It's against the rules." I meet his eyes as he steps closer to me his tall frame towering over me. "You already broke a rule, remember Jimin?" he says calmly. "You killed a supervillain and you know better than anyone that a superhero killing a supervillain is against the code." He bends down dark amber eyes meeting mine. "No, Taehyung. I don't like you." I press my hand against his chest trying to force some distance between us. I gasp as his large callused hand wraps around my wrist pulling me back toward him he grips my waist holding me still, thumb brushing over the inside of my wrist. "Is that really you talking, Jimin," he murmurs leaning in "or is it the rules speaking for you?" ....

ignore this theyre just my attemps at drawing

A girl meets a boy online...