Selfdestructive Stories

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ In the dim glow of a smoky underground pool hall, where the air reeks of cheap beer and stale cigarettes, a girl with messy hair and sharp, tired eyes slouches over the green felt. She's only 16, and she looks like she's already given up on the world. Empty cans litter the table. A half-smoked cigarette burns between her fingers. Headphones on, music drowning out the distant chaos of Musutafu's hero-filled streets. She's not here to win. She's just here to waste another night. Because when your quirk is all about gambling with your own life... what's one more bad bet? ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻

They loathe each other. Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo have been locked in a deathmatch since day one. Sworn enemies, fated rivals, forever foes-or whatever they want to call it. It's only a matter of time before the tension snaps. This story contains mature themes such as drug use, self-harm, and smut. #1 in todobaku #1 in bakutodo #1 in shototodoroki #1 in bakugoxtodoroki #1 in todorokixbakugo #1 in selfdestruction

(1/4) poems written beneath fluorescent lights and low battery warnings.

Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? And Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow. Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

In the depths of Purgatory - a massive Nether prison ruled by NULL - Spoke is supposed to become just another broken prisoner. But after a failed escape attempt and weeks of surviving inside the violence, fear, and psychological pressure of the prison, something inside him begins to change instead. As guards tighten their control and prisoners slowly lose what makes them human, Spoke becomes obsessed with understanding how Purgatory works. He studies patterns. Learns manipulation. Adapts faster than he should. And the more he survives, the more the line between survivor and monster starts to disappear. The prison was built to destroy people slowly. The terrifying part is that it might be turning Spoke into someone far worse.

I've wanted to write a story for as long as I can remember. And honestly, my life has always been unpredictable enough to become one. This book is dedicated to every beautiful girl who was judged before she even spoke. To every girl people envied, misunderstood, desired, hated, or turned into an idea instead of a person. People rarely talk about the darker side of being extremely attractive. The jealousy. The assumptions. The toxic relationships disguised as love. The friendships that slowly turn into competition. The constant feeling that everyone thinks they know you just because of the way you look. If I could go back to high school and read this book, I know I would've felt less alone. Inside these pages are pieces of my real life - messy friendships, complicated love stories, heartbreak, obsession, betrayal, healing, and one love so toxic it changes the way you see yourself forever. This is more than just a story about being "the pretty girl." It's about surviving everything that comes with it. And to every beautiful girl reading this: if you've ever gone through even half of it, I am so sorry. But more than anything - I am so proud of you.

"Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest" - Ralph Waldo Emerson **** What happens when an angel finds a darkness not even they can overcome? What happens when love isn't enough anymore?

Some feelings rot in silence. Some love stories never become stories at all. The Words I Will Never Say is a collection of raw, intimate literary pieces about longing, grief, love, anger, memory, and the unbearable weight of things left unsaid. Written in moments of vulnerability and overthinking, these pieces explore what it means to feel too much in a world that teaches people to stay quiet. For the ones who loved softly, lost deeply, and carried entire conversations in their heads long after the goodbye. These are the confessions, apologies, and truths that never made it past my lips.

Vika lives amid smoke, sweat, and too many hands. She has buried her feelings, banished desire, and almost lost herself. Then Reven enters her life. Silent. Cold. Like a shadow that swallows everything around her. He doesn't come to save her. He comes to tear her apart, to show her who she really is. His closeness is addictive. His touch is dangerous. His gaze is a promise she cannot resist. And as darkness engulfs her, she realizes: You cannot escape a shadow once you have felt it.

There is a point where everything fractures-a moment when the line between truth and delusion, pride and anger, no longer exists. In that moment, you are no longer yourself. You become a product of the ideals you once believed defined you. But what happens when those ideals, taken to their extreme, betray you? Persona is a journey into the hearts of individuals standing at the edge of their own extremes, where identity, morality, and reality unravel. Each story explores characters shaped by the values society holds dear-empathy, ambition, perfection-only to see those values warped, twisted, and pushed to their breaking point. Meet Alpha, caught between delusion and reality. Omega, prideful and driven by unstoppable anger. Beta, trapped by their own compassion. Zeta, whose pursuit of perfection tears the world apart in their eyes. These are not stories of redemption but of confrontation-between the person and the persona, where the extreme becomes the only truth. Are you ready to face your own extreme?

Danger. Stay away." ​For Axle, those words aren't just a warning-they are a survival mechanism. Buried beneath a past defined by trauma, Axle prefers the predictable numbness of isolation to the unpredictable threat of letting someone in. ​Enter Rowan. Easy to read but packing the relentless determination of a gladiator, Rowan sees right through Axle's armor. Instead of running from the crushing darkness that consumes Axle, Rowan recognizes a kindred spirit worth fighting for. ​Now, Rowan faces a choice that could shatter them both. Breaking down Axle's walls means confronting his own deepest vulnerabilities. In a fierce battle against deeply ingrained self-destruction, Rowan must decide how much he is willing to bleed to pull Axle back from the edge-before the same flame consumes them both.

The Case Study of a Sun-God I. Observations on the Physics of Heat - They tell you not to look directly at the sun. They say it will ruin your vision, but they never mention how the darkness feels twice as heavy once you've glimpsed the gold. - The wax doesn't melt all at once. It weeps. It's a slow, stinging brand down the spine-a reminder that you are made of earthly, fragile things, and she is made of the celestial. II. A List of Sins I Have Gulped Down 1. The way her ink-stained thumb looks against the white of a page. 2. The number of freckles dotted along her face is 23 and In the right light you can connect them to my constellation. 3. The realization that I would rather be a handful of beautiful ash than a mountain of marble. 4. The fact that I don't want to be saved. I want to be consumed. III. On the Subject of Theology I am told that I hate her. I tell myself the same thing when the sun gets too hot and my skin begins to blister. I say I hate this as the feathers tear away, as the sky turns into a furnace, as the gravity of her existence pulls the marrow from my bones. For what was the purpose of a religion, if not to drown in the god you've chosen? IV. The Anatomy of the Fall Icarus didn't fall because he was a fool. He fell because he finally tasted the air outside of the labyrinth and realized that a life spent running is no life at all. He looked at the sun-at the terrifying, radiant heat of it-and decided to stop apologizing for his hunger. I am late to my own life. I am a ghost in a house of silver and shadows, trying to remember what it feels like to be warm. I'm sorry I called it hatred. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I'm getting blood on the gold. I just wanted to see if you were real. I didn't fly too high by accident. I offered myself up. V. Footnotes - The sun doesn't actually make a sound, but in my head, it resembles her laugh. - I think I might be dying. - How lovely it is to burn with you. - Are you even listening?

Is it a misfortune if tragedy led to love? A terrifying attachment that could leave blood on their hands. A teacher named Leona Monroe that's been left with nothing and struggling mentally, crossed paths with a student that is named Velora Morris, titled insane for her abnormal behavior. Will their love be deadly? Or will they break before it even begins?

Elvira Clifton wanders around between the real and spiritual world, as she's doomed to forever search for innocent lives to steal. Once a dreadful, cynical soul now cursed as a soul eater after committing the unforgivable sins due to her uncontrollable spiral of insanity and depression upon confiding in with the haunting terror of the devil. Is she truly sinful or was she so lost she saw no way out of her "visions"?

Children aren't the only ones prone to fear, take someone as powerful as the Queen of Arendale for example. Everyone is aware of her history. Today, there is a certain evil returning just in time to use it all against her once more. The Guardians have been summoned, again, for the sake of the children of Arendale and of the whole world. To protect those who need to believe they can be saved. After all, the only thing strong enough to kill someone is themselves. ranks: #17-selfdestruction #66-olaf #90-newyear #93-answers #135-pitch #152-wonder #273-selfdiscovery #310-riseoftheguardians #516-elsa #546-frozen #555-jelsa #656-questions #740-winter #830-christmas #871-olaf

There is something wrong with the way her heart continues to work. It beats, but not gently. It drags her through days that feel heavier than sleep, through nights that refuse rest, through a life that no longer feels like hers. Something inside her died long ago, and what remains is only the echo of it, pulsing out of habit rather than will. She is tired in a way sleep cannot fix, empty in a way words cannot fill. And sometimes, the cruelest part is not the world around her, but the thing inside her chest that keeps hurting her from within.

A psychological piece that turns the act of cleaning a window into a reflection of guilt, obsession, and self-destruction. This art is not mine. Image via Pinterest

His name is Ashton Gray, he deals with bullies, abuse and constant doubt. He doesn't really have a good life, but will all of that change when the new boy moves to town. WARNING: ABUSE/SWEARING DEPRESSION/SELFHARM IF THESE ARE TRIGGERS FOR YOU DONT READ!!

The Old Church is a raw, darkly comic literary series following Didrik Dahl - a Norwegian photojournalist turned state-sponsored wreck - as he washes up in a small Arctic community with nothing but a broken camera, a floor full of beer cans, and a finely tuned talent for self-destruction. What starts as a story about a man determined to disappear slowly becomes something else entirely: a community pulling him back to life whether he wants it or not, two sisters who upend everything he thought he knew about himself, and a darkness buried under the frozen marshes that won't stay buried. Sixteen chapters. One epilogue. Zero redemption arcs - or so he keeps telling himself. For fans of dark Scandinavian fiction, morally complicated characters, and stories that make you laugh in places you probably shouldn't.

Özge is a synonym for Unique !