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

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

𝄞𝄢 𝓙 ane Hopper. . . Meeting new neighbors are one thing and one thing only but when she senses a connection between the Upside Down and the twins seems like another. Then again while trying to befriend them and realize you're falling for the girl. ❝ I want to give her my everything. ❞ Jane Hopper x Female! Oc Post S3-S5

A raw, honest exploration of the mind, this book captures the thoughts of a writer living with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Through questions, reflections, and deep dives into life and religion, it invites readers to follow, question, and experience a unique perspective on reality.

The third installment of my poetry series. Personal and private poems and thoughts. Center justified. Some tongue in cheek. Some dead serious. Read accordingly. Anti-AI and anti-capitalist.

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.

Este es un proyecto personal q empece pq no podia dormir, voy mal en los estudios, voy mal en el amor (en todas sus dimensiones), aun no tengo trabajo. Pero aun no quiero morir, supongo q vivire hasta q me canse. No suena tan mal. En teoria soy el q se ama a AGCZ, pero no puedo clasificar en amor u odio todo lo q siento, asi q pondre lo q considere adecuado.

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From the outside I look like a normal 13-year-old with friends and a normal life. But inside my head it's a lot louder than people think. This story is about school days, random chaos, family moments, and the thoughts I never really say out loud. If you've ever felt like people don't fully understand what's going on in your head, you might relate to this. This is actually not a fake story and just my life so yeah

There are wars we never speak of... and truths only the heart dares to whisper." In this hauntingly honest collection of poetry, every emotional layer - from the silence of suppressed rage to the gentle ache of unspoken love. What My Eyes Couldn't See is not just a book of poems; it's a journal carved from heartbreak, identity loss, quiet healing, and the desperate search for self in a world that demands masks. Each piece is a fragment - a shard from a heart learning to bleed beautifully. From shattered glass to longing glances, from battles within to voices never heard, these poems explore what it means to feel everything... and still stay silent. If you've ever felt invisible in a crowded room... If your rage has ever built walls behind your smile... If your love has gone unsaid for fear of being misunderstood... This book is for you. Because sometimes the loudest screams... are the ones no one hears.

A personal reflection on creativity, growth, quiet pressure, soft dreams, and the life I'm slowly building for myself.

This is the story about my own personal journey with scoliosis. My hope with this book is to have someone who's in a similar position read it, and not feel as alone as I did and sometimes still do. Scoliosis is a hard thing to face alone, it's a hard thing to face anytime actually. So I hope someone out there can not only understand that the world isn't ending because they're a little bent, but also that they are not broken. Total word count: 2,392

This is for a certain person. If you're reading this and you don't know who it is, do not proceed. Please leave this to our privacy. Thank you.

Just lil burbs 💗💗

This is a collection of poems and other words I've written over the years. Most have never seen the light of day, so I will be dusting off old journals. These entries won't be in chronological order, but each will include the date of creation and most will have a note of context. I'm horrified. Here it is, anyway. Handle gently. Love to you all.

A collection of incomplete stories, some went nowhere, some I just didn't bother finishing. Some are messy bursts of imagination, some just stopped halfway because I didn't know where to go. None of them are perfect or polished. But every chapter is part of me learning how to write... Enjoy :) ∆ Best Rankings: - #1 in #process

Una especie de diario en donde escribo emmmmm no sé, ya lo pensaré

Raccoon City, September 29th, 1998, the horror behind that incident.

Mi diario ha estado lleno de frases tontas y según yo con sentido, tal vez esta vez sea distinto, aunque me gusta romantizar todo, tal vez solo soy idiota