Sufferer Stories

Welcome to a tale revealing an inspirational journey from beginnings of a mundane, dead-end existence to the political global hotspot of a country preparing for war against the US and it's allies and then on to a modern day quest for love, ultimately found in a most unlikely part of the world. Along the way are thoughts, observations and emotions mixed in with quizzical short stories, pop poetry, jottings, snip-bits, enthralling images and an underlying bent towards finding the lighter side of all things which pop up in the course of events. However, an undertone transcends the entire publication of never, ever give up. Enjoy the stimulation...

GHB x Sufferer Oneshot (cover is my artwork) I jolt up, a few fireflies flying around my head, startled. My ears perk up, straining for any noise drifting through the silence. I hear a heavy breath and turn, noticing a snoring center lusus. I sigh, looking up into the trees, slightly parted, showing the glowing moon. "... honk..." I freeze, the soft noise echoing around the clearing. I feel every muscle in my body tense, my blood pumper freeze as my vies ran cold. I tried to gold my breath, eventually taking a few short breaths, trying to convince myself i had heard wrong. Footsteps neared, startling a fairy bull, making it fly off into the forest, snorting. The center, tired, not waking quite yet. I glance at it, pleading it not to move and give away our position The steps halt and i allow a breath past my quivering lips, feeding my hungry lungs. "..Honk...." i freeze again, then move slightly, crawling backwards, trying to make it to the undergrowth. A sharp rock juts into my palm, and i bite my lip, surpassing the scream, i whimper. The centaur is awake now, and beginning to get up, head whipping back and forth. It spots me, and growls, its mustache twitching as it snarls. I try to shush it, but it becomes aggravated, balling its fists. The footsteps come closer, right outside of the clearing, and i cursed, jolting to my feet and making a mad dash for the tree line.

Random little tidbits about everybody

Book of Lectures, Dialogues, and Other Occurrences in the Vantas Household.

How difficult it is to put together shattered little pieces of a broken heart.

Depression, abuse, rape and heartbreak, the world is a dark place. Not everyone is happy, not everyone is okay. Their are those, who suffer. Things do get better, but only with time. Are you willing to take this journey with me?

everything i want to crave and enjoy but it's oh so limited for me

The End!

The story behind The Signless and The Psiioniic.

As a middle child you all have been ignored if not often then atleast once in a while. Your opinion have been put away. Explore hely's life who is a middle child , relate with her and get to know as a middle child what can you do to be saved from getting so drowned in the thought that what *those people* will think!!!

Signless Night, the FIFTH installment of The Homestuck Holidays. Never thought I would enjoy this so much and it would get this far. Merry Christmas Eve! ~ivorySlitxox

This is finished introduction, I just wanted to start a rough copy. Let me know if you have any questions, comments, or descriptive feedback. Hope you enjoyed!

Hello. This is a short HOMESTUCK fanfiction. If you do not know what Homestuck is, warning this will be odd to you. All the characters in the story belong to Andrew Hussie. This is only a fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!

Really crappy. Mentions trolls. None of the song of cheparacters ate mine. Finished at 2:10 in the morn. Finish in less than 12 hours super crappy

▪▪▪Story of a weak man who has anything. Covered by "unhappiness", no care, no responsibility, no bright. All is that "bullshit". ▪▪▪

My time in this world was short, but it was filled with a rightous power that will surge through the heart of my world, Alternia, for all time. My people have too long lived under the oppression that is the Blood Castes. I sought to change the way my race saw themselves. We are not the toys of the higher castes, we are the people of Alternia and I have forever changed the way the lowbloods see the Highbloods. This is the tale of my Eternal Suffering, the power behind my words, the lives of those I have effected, and the love we shared for an Alternia, united by Blood, rather than divided by it. * * * *DISCLAIMER* I do not own Homestuck or the characters in this story. That said, I will most likely update this reguarly, it is based off of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang's Journal, although the story will be told through The Signless, as his narrative, rather than as Mindfang's. I will try to keep the cronology as canon as possible, but for the sake of the story, some aspects may be changed. I will try to include as many Ancestor Trolls as possible, but some may not be around cronologically (such as the Summoner), so I may take creative license to add them into the story.

VANTAS SADSTUCK

You are a jade blood, one that is enslaved to the Orphaner Dualscar. You two fall in love and get married- wait, wait, wait. No, that doesn't sound right. That was only a dream you once thought you had. It blurs your sense of real and fake. Are you going insane? Will he ever unchain you?

Another thing I did for school. Then got a little lazy at the end for no reason at all.