Isolation Stories

Aiden's summer of quiet isolation is sabotaged by Lucas and his circle of jocks; the exact people Aiden took a job in the woods to avoid. Pestered by stupid jokes and needy campers, his plans to be ready for a musical audition by the end of the summer slips further and further away from reality. There's one person to blame; one person who seems like he'd accept Aiden one moment and laugh at him for having a dream the next. Doubt, misgivings and heartache disrupt his life, but give him a summer he'll never forget. Cover designed by @yukikoking_94!

"A feeling of intense longing for something, typically something that one been separated from or that is unattainable." finding a way to live and to truly live, but at what cost ?

He was always meant to be a villain...

Back in Kazan, they called her a fashion icon. In St Petersburg, School 209 has a different word for it. Alexandrina Sorokina arrives at School 209 in St Petersburg with starched classic Fit jeans a couple inches too long, a pressed crease, a Hijab, a red lip, exact change for the metro, and absolutely no intention of changing any of it for anyone. For 10 days she is mercilessly bullied. For 10 days she holds her position. Then, just as she is about to Fold and Crumble, On a cliff above the Gulf of Finland, she meets Konstantin - a shirtless, arrogant, insolent, impudent boy, in September, at 5:30 Pm, in fourteen degrees celsius weather, leaning against a birch tree like it was placed there specifically for him. He mocks her tormentors, issues instructions about her wardrobe, eats her mother's pirog, drinks her Dilmah tea to the last drop, and dives off the cliff before she can object to any of it. She does not know his last name. She does not know his age. She does not know why he keeps showing up on her cliff on the exact same days she does. She knows only that he is insufferable, that his grandmother deserves a formal apology on his behalf, and that she is absolutely, definitively, not going on Sunday. She goes on Sunday.

In a desolate desert town ruled by a devout and unsettling church, a young girl struggles with depression and schizophrenia- conditions no one around her believes are real. When she begins to witness disturbing rituals within the church, her warnings are dismissed as madness. As her mind and reality blur, the question remains: is she losing herself, or is she the only one seeing the truth?

He looks nothing like his African mother, but is the spitting image of his controversial father. Our Anti-hero and sorcerer, the mystic Rasputin's only son and foretold successor, Vladimir, who grew up in a Monastery, battles his inner demons with ambivalence about the world of holiness, seclusion and purity, as opposed to desire, power, love, and revenge. Based in a fictional world of magic, wizards and sorcery, and heavily inspired by the assassination of Grigori Rasputin in Russia. In this tale, European mysticism meets African Obeah, also known as African black magic. Follow along as Rasputin's mixed race children avenge his death in a battle not of good and evil, but of desire, chaos and confusion. Will Vladimir escape the monastery, his holy prison? Will he want to? Will he work together with his Obeah practicing black mother and sisters or turn against them? Will he find true love? Read to learn more! *Disclaimer* This story is NOT an accurate description of History or Russia, instead its based in a fictional world that is heavily inspired by Russia, and the life of Grigori Rasputin, but does not reflect the actual events of his life or death. The places, events and time period of these events are also not in line with actual history and some places mentioned do not exist. This story is not intended to address Soviet Russia or any political concerns related to the region. It's very superficial in its relation to the culture and language. I wanted to have as much creative liberty as possible and create my OWN take on historical events through the realm of fantasy. Also, I am not from Russia, and my knowledge on their culture and language is superficial at best so you should really go to a more reputable source if you want to learn more about the interesting history of the people. To learn more about this fascinating historical figure, please do your research! Reality is sometimes even more intriguing than fiction.

A poem of forgetting that walls are often the kindest. ----- #1 performance #2 panic #3 isolation #1 catatonia #4 socialanxiety ----- Content Warning: This collection contains graphic depictions of psychological collapse, medical trauma/institutionalization, self-harm imagery, and severe mental illness. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ----- A portrayal Of voice and silence, of hope and betrayal. Of how every lens shapes the fall. A speaker falters and is remade. An author is devoured by their own words. An actor is bound in gold, And an audience struggles to witness. Through hope, lost friendship, and relentless self-examination, This poem asks: what is truly seen, and what is left behind? ----- Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and poetry. If you are experiencing a crisis, please contact a mental health professional or local emergency services. Section 1: The Speaker - Complete ( this can be read as a standalone) Section 2: The Author - Complete ( this can be read as a standalone) Section 3: An Actor - Ongoing Section 4: Audience - In the Making

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮? Jasper Jean Mariano was only given one year in the Philippines - one year to live, to breathe, and pretend she wasn't on a deadline. Mark Kiefer Watson learned early that control was the only way to survive the world he was born into - until she made him lose it. 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝗌 - 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. Inspired by Ang Mutya ng Section E. Characters belong to the original author, Ate Lara 🤍. The storyline and character interpretations are based on my imagination.

Poems on love, loss and isolation

In One's room, Black Hole dreams and wishes things are normal and work out. (Or, a set of prose poems that dive into a silly circle's months of captivity.) CW/TW: Dissociation, Unreality, Isolation, and The Slightest Bit of Psychological Horror. Also, there are some GIFS just in case there's any sensory sensitivities. There isn't any flashing but be safe :) !!

Hiccup is the outcast of his village and no one likes him, not even his own father. Hiccup shoots down a Night Fury and runs away with his new found friend. Now Hiccup is known as the Tyrant of the Night, feared by all. His main mission, make Berks life a living hell and save the dragons. That's not his only mission. He needs to take down a dragon hunting market as well as keep his identity under the wraps. But can he do all of this when an intruder makes herself known to him?

For it is better to bleed on paper, Than bleed on the ground. For it is better to weep on paper, Than weep on the ground. For it is better to shout on paper, Than shout on the ground. Your weapon is a sword, Mine is a pen. Your shield is of metal, Mine is of a tree. Your battles are ancient, Mine are older than humanity itself. Your victory is blood on your hands, Mine is ink on the paper. Cover art is mine, done with Chinese ink and watercolor, on paper.

More insecure.... -"Where were you this afternoon and who were you with" More dangerous... -I dodged a flying object coming my way Enduring more... -She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.. A house made of cards and us inside... -"So will you... Even if you say it's a useless dream just stay a little more like this~ 《¤》¤《¤》¤《¤》《¤》¤《¤》¤《¤》¤《¤》 description credits: BTS (방탄순년단) - Outro: House Of Cards -not a fanfic-

( This is an interactive story. Weird I know) ( Cover art is mine) a story with a sense of mystery and thrill, slow reveals and some taste of comic-like humour. How would a regular human being react to an endlessly long period of isolation? Vincenzo once lived a very repetitive but fulfilling life. But things went incredibly wrong on their wedding day, leading to them getting stranded in a pocket dimension, completely isolated from the living realm. Using their newfound ability to weave endless stories and realms that only they can manipulate, they while their time away immersed in writing fates. The only thing worth going on for is another mortal's voice, which they pray would come through the radio,and make a deal with it. This interactive story lets you communicate with our dear Vincenzo.( but only after a certain point) Watch them spiral into madness as they keep writing swarms of stories with ,of course, some strings attached.

Based on a True Story... She was ready to end her life. Years of bullying, humiliation, and loneliness had slowly destroyed her. That night, she planned to disappear forever. But something unexpected happened. She fell asleep before she could die. The next morning, the quiet girl who once wanted to disappear was gone. And in her place... something far more dangerous had awakened.

In a world shadowed by the aftermath of a devastating virus, a young girl grows up in isolation, surrounded by secrets and unanswered questions. Confined to a house filled with unspoken rules and strained relationships, she senses that the truth about her past is being carefully hidden. When a chance discovery hints at a deeper mystery, her curiosity sets her on a path that will challenge everything she's been told. As she ventures beyond the safety of her four walls, new friendships and unexpected revelations begin to unravel the fabric of her reality. This is a story of survival, resilience, and the search for identity in a world where nothing is quite as it seems.

A solitary lighthouse keeper, tormented by doubts about his sanity, finally sets out across the pier toward civilization. But as he battles a violent sea, he realizes something unseen may not let him leave. A Lovecraftian short story.

The rent isn't paid in cash. It's paid in bone. When Jack and his seven friends moved into the sprawling, century-old house on the hill, they thought they'd found a steal. It was a chance to start over, a sanctuary with original hardwood floors and a history that felt more charming than chilling. But the house wasn't empty. It was waiting. It starts with a whisper in the dark-a sound Jack thinks is just a dream. Then the floorboards begin to hum. The dirt in the basement starts to scream. And the ink-black shadows on the walls begin to move with an intent that no physics can explain. Locked inside a shifting architectural nightmare, the group discovers the horrific truth: they aren't tenants; they are a harvest. The house's original owner, Elias Thorne, signed a pact in 1929 that kept his land fertile while the world withered. Now, the "Landlord" has come to collect a century of interest, and he wants their marrow to fuel the foundation. As the house begins to "sift" them-turning logic into wallpaper and friends into echoes-Jack realizes he is the key to the contract. To save the survivors, he must descend into a sub-basement made of biology and bone to revoke a lease signed in blood. In a world where the sky is the color of a bruise and the trees have teeth, Jack must decide what he's willing to sacrifice to evict a monster.