Personal Stories

𝄞𝄢 𝓦 ill Byers. . . Babysitting his cousin and his friends is one job but when one of them suddenly goes missing it seems like a harder job than before to keep them safe. Then again while actively trying to deny your feelings for that boy. ❝ His hair smelled like citrus. I like citrus. ❞ Will Byers x Male! Oc Season 1 - Season 5 (?) Previously Vance's Descent

𝄞𝄢 The Pitt x Multiple. . . Working at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center isn't the life that they planned to have but fate leads them there, who are they to interject? ❝The Night Saviors are finally here. ❞ Dana Evans x Female! Oc Trinity Santos x Female! Oc Brendon Park x Male! Oc

In spite of the title, I really do care though. Let's talk about it.

"Beware the one who has lied for fun." A young girl discovers a notebook from 200 years ago, and recieves a long-lost prophecy that has never been fulfilled. While there is time, she and her friends attempt to fulfill the prophecy while the villain works up a plan to destroy them. (I couldn't think of a better one, sorry.)

Not all broken things are lost, some are loved back to warmth. A Poetry Series exploring different stages of love and finding the hidden warmth in yourself. This wonderful cover is made by @LexunLunarix . An amazing person who co write this series with me is @desirsthings. I would like to thank them for helping me through this journey.

have you ever had a friend that always have something bad to say about themselves if you haven't you got to tell you how that is it's like seeing somebody call Gold dirty

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

My poetry from Middle School, starting in January and throughout the rest of the year.

THE DAY AFTER THE FINISH LINE I thought life would begin the moment I graduated. Like everything would finally make sense. For years, I followed the rules. Study hard. Get good grades. Make your family proud. And I did. I was the student teachers praised. The one who knew the answers. The one who believed that if I just kept going, life would reward me with clarity. But no one warned me about what comes after the applause. No one told me that the real world doesn't hand out instructions. That there are no rubrics for decisions. No deadlines to chase. No guaranteed results for effort. Just silence. And questions no one taught me how to answer. What job should I take? What if I choose wrong? Why does everyone else seem to know what they're doing? Why don't I? At 23, I found myself stuck in a space I never prepared for- not failing, but not moving either, not lost enough to give up, but not sure enough to move forward. Somewhere between who I used to be and who I'm supposed to become. This book is not a guide. It's not written by someone who has everything figured out. This is for the ones who did everything right- and still feel unprepared. For those who went from being "the smart one" to quietly wondering what went wrong. For the ones who are trying, failing, learning, and pretending they're okay. It's a constant reminder that it's okay not to move at the same pace with others-a reminder that it's okay, maybe not now, but soon. This is for us- the ones still figuring it out. And maybe... that's not failure. Maybe this in-between- this confusion, this waiting, this questioning- is where real life actually begins. Not at the finish line, but the day after it.

Like the title says - it's just a diary. Normal diary containing very random thoughts. It's mainly for me to enjoy my days a little bit more as each one is unrepeatable <3 (It's not necessarily the eighth part of the previous books. It's just the continuation as I've reached 200 parts in there and I simply cannot write more.)

Do you really want to read this? This is not a rhetorical question. It's a warning. Aurora didn't write these diaries for you. In fact, maybe she shouldn't have written them at all. This is not a fairy tale. It's not the kind of story where everything falls perfectly into place, where love fixes everything, or where life follows a beautiful, predictable script. What you'll find instead is a woman trying to understand why her life seems to repeat the same pain under different names. And before you get the wrong idea - no, you won't relate to her. Aurora feels too much, thinks too much, dives too deep. She makes mistakes. She insists. She gets lost. And sometimes... she doesn't even want to be found. But there is something. A forgotten detail. A map. An inheritance that shouldn't mean anything - but means everything. And that's where the problem begins. Or maybe... where something greater begins. If you're looking for a light story, close this book now. Seriously. But... if a part of you feels like you've lived things you can't explain, if you've ever suspected that your pain follows a pattern, or that your life is trying to show you something you keep refusing to see... Then maybe this book isn't a mistake. Maybe it's a calling. But be careful: some truths cannot be unlearned once they are seen. This is the English version of the story "Os Diários de Aurora", originally written in Portuguese.

Book #1 in the Shards of Us series, Can be read as standalone or in order! Two childhood best friends, two families, two hearts. Will they get to have the relationship they want and need? When Caiel moves away, Nyasa and him might lose their chance at love all together... One has a secret. The other has a grudge. How can their love defy all to either ruin them, or bring them back together? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book #1 in the Shards of Us series, Can be read as standalone or in order!

My journal.

Este libro es una recomendación de mi terapeuta para expresar mis sentimientos y poner en palabras pensamientos que atormentan mi mente, lo público porque darle exposición ayuda a sentirme un poco validada Si te sientes identificada o Jay algo que quieres comentar eres libre de hacerlo, este es mi espacio seguro y quiero compartirlo contigo :b

Nathaniel Cross gets bitten by a vampire. Now, as he works his way through his Civil Engineering Course, and now he is half-vampire, what will he do now?

So... this is basically where I'll dump random ass things in my head or life onto. Art from the title page is not mine except for Percy there. I do not own any characters on the title page.

Just an archive of my Poems and Quotes in no particular order :) All straight from the notes app! Lol

Here's where you may find out more about me if you visit my profile. We'll cover everything in a short, quick introduction. I hope you enjoy reading! Have fun!

There are things that happen at night that do not belong fully to dreams or to waking. Moments when the body goes still but the mind stays alert. When shadows feel deliberate. When voices sound familiar enough to answer, yet wrong enough to fear. When you are certain you are awake - and later realize you may not have been. This book is not about monsters. It is about losing control while fully conscious. What you will read here did not happen once, or in one place, or in one form. These experiences followed me across years, rooms, and stages of my life - changing shape, but never intent. Sometimes they whispered. Sometimes they watched. Sometimes they touched. Every incident in this book is real as I remember it. Some moments are clear. Others are fragments - sensations, fear, stillness, pain. Where memory faltered, emotion remained. Where certainty failed, awareness did not. If you have ever woken unable to move, if you have ever heard your name when no one was there, if you have ever felt fear before understanding why - this book may feel uncomfortably familiar. And if it doesn't, read carefully. Because once you become conscious in the dark, sleep is never entirely innocent again. Content Warning (15+) : This book contains intense descriptions of sleep-related experiences that may be disturbing for some readers. Themes include fear, loss of bodily control, altered states of consciousness, and psychological distress occurring during the night. Descriptions may trigger anxiety in readers with sleep-related disorders. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for readers 15 years and older.

The Last Bell is a diary-style collection of personal notes written from the perspective of a 23-year-old reflecting on childhood, school, friendship, and the quiet deaths that come with growing up. Set through memories of Russian school life, it moves between nostalgia and philosophy, exploring how people, places, and even versions of ourselves disappear long before we realize they're gone.