Alienation Stories

A collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Kacey has worked on Xaya VII for years and she is okay. It's an isolated moon, months away by shuttle from the nearest station, and she is stuck here. The researchers and employees that work with her get to leave and return to civilization after a few years of service and she is, mostly, okay with the ephemeral presence of the people around her. But when one of her few friends, the lone doctor, goes missing along with two others, the base scrambles to figure out what happened, and Kacey finds herself less and less okay with what's going on. Ari is comfortable being the only doctor on Xaya VII. It helps that they have an amazing team on base. But when they are uncharacteristically chosen to lead a routine mission to a nearby ARC, mysterious conditions draw them and their team into a dangerous threat that Ari has not been trained for. Can they keep their team safe from the unknown? Kai has disliked every day he has spent away from his family, but as chief engineer in the middle of nowhere he is inundated with hazard pay that makes his three year commitment tolerable. He's almost at the end, but he's starting to get headaches and the base's artificial intelligence keeps flagging his medical file. He just has to keep it together a little longer. But then a team goes missing... The moon hides a secret that may pull the base apart or kill them all. New chapters guaranteed every Monday. Sporadic additional updates throughout the week.

A short story about Anthony's reality. Written for my Year 10 English Assessment on the topic of youth alienation. Stimulus: "I never felt I belonged. I was always an outsider."

Poetry and illustrations about politics, race, assault, and feminism. These poems were crafted in order to inspire, create hope, and start a conversation about that we, as a nation can do to make this world a better place.

Humans aren't perfect. But this teenager has many flaws. He is depressed, backward and he lives in his own little thought bubble, constantly questioning everything. This is a glimpse in to his monochromatic world where he experiences reality in an unusual way.

Riley feels strange after she comes home after her fateful camping trip. She knows that something very wrong is happening to her, and she doesn't know how to stop it.

a poem that describes how alienated and depressed you can sometimes feel in a crowd.

Simon Vincent, a man troubled by the monotony of his fastidious life, forever engulfed by the toxicity of neon is forced to take calls every night to due the bidding of these antediluvian fellows that plagued the soil of the ever blooming city of Pascom. Number crunched, services extended, and with open arms with a clutch do these individuals feel safe behind the coils of their mask. But to what particular purpose do the numbers mean nor how they take refuge upon his own apartment every night? All circumlocution best cut short when the phone rings. A beep on the line at the end of each calls made. Masks are worn, frenzies are spouted through the streams, and words are spoken. What are the calls for? Is it all in his own perception, the so called "destroyers" of his own body or is he playing the long cat and mouse game to the bidding of those people in the dark? or in addition, is there something virulent to the needles that could inoculate such moxie?

Brooklyn, 1998. Love in the time before Facebook.

A collection of short stories about alienating cities, lonely apartments or having a smoke as you watch the moon shine on over the city.

It's a Collection of few Poems Which I wrote out of my Interest in Rhythmical Content!!! I'm an English literature student so I like reading and writing poems and verses. Hope you like it!!!

This is a short story I wrote for my English class, I might add on to it later on.

Feeling you are being followed by the moon when you go on an introspective night walk.

When the intricate web of their small community becomes shaken up, the stars of this story learn the hard way that the source of their greatest joys also end up becoming the cause of their innumerable sadness. #under editing#

As the title states, this is just a collection of short poems I've written. Poems aren't my strong suit, but I think they're pretty good. © All Rights Reserved Available exclusively on Wattpad and Inkspired. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Publication of this work, or any portion therein, to any other site or forum, including Wattpad and Inkspired, without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. If this poetry collection is found on any other website, please contact me immediately.

Little poems of my life 💜

Little Amy and her father battle for their lives as they try to escape from the clutches of extraterrestrial beings. Nothing could prepare them for what lies ahead. Note: my first story so it might be bad lmao

Lucy Heartfilla has always been a bit decisive. She had ran away from the home she always knew after all. She was also just a little bit scarred and adventurous. Thus, when she left the home of faries to break out from another fledgling cycle of despair, was it really a surprise? She had known the love between her and the other faries would always exist just as it had with her father. But this was just something that she had to do. And anyway, something inside her started yearning for something unknown. And she will stop at nothing to earn it. Even if it meant tearing her wings and gaining fangs. But what is with this little sister that suddenly popped out? (The picture I used in the cover is not mine, I found it on Google. I didn't even remove the water marks see? But I did edit it myself so there's that. Fairy tail is also not mine, I only own the plot and some of the characters in this fanfiction. Any incorrect information, i.e Lisanna's return or Natsu and Zeref's relation, is intended please don't comment on that. Constructive criticism is always welcomed but hate comments is not. Don't like, don't read. This is the rewritten version of my previous Fairy tail Fanfiction but has serious changes to both the plotline and the characters. Lucy WILL be leaving Fairy tail again for abandonment issues but I've also mixed in quite a lot of other changes to that. Lucy will also be seeking revenge, like in my first version. But as I've said it will have some changes to those. I won't say anymore since I'm pretty sure you won't like to be spoiled. Happy reading~)