[Highest rank so far: #46 in short story] "It didn't matter that I was getting all A's on my report card. It didn't matter that I could read a book in less than two days. It didn't matter that I could perfect oil painting techniques. It didn't matter that I had a healthy diet and tried my best to exercise. None of it mattered. Simply because I had one unwanted characteristic called fat." *** This is one girl's story. From her point of view. No exaggerations, no extra, no lies, no holding back this time. When she looks in the mirror she sees nothing but her failure. She hears nothing but the ear shattering sound of opinions from everyone. Everything is targeted to her. Everything is wrong with her. WARNING: This story contains a view of the mind of one insecure female. This focuses on body image and shaming and touches upon topics of eating disorders. (cover picture is not mine, but belongs to the respective owner.)

Where Aden finally gathers the courage to confess to Neo, but accidentally ends up almost killing him.

Short story. Just one chap. TW: Suicide😐 don't know what exactly to write as a description.

Mia was walking on the streets night and encounters someone who she didn't expect. But was it a hallucination or real?? Check out the story if you want to know

AUTOMNESIA 'n. In psychology, spontaneous memory; the revival of past experience without apparent conditions in association.' Based on a true story.

But you know what hurts even more? It's the fact that you can't let anybody see what you are feeling inside because this cruel world turns its back at broken things. When you can't let your true emotions run wild. When you have to engulf your pain behind the happy façade. The moments when you are smiling in front of people but you are slowly dying inside. When you can't handle the suffocation anymore and burst into crying. The moment you think "Oh only if they knew whats inside. This petite figure hides a universe full of sorrows". Those moments when you bite your lip hard and blink again and again to suck threatening feelings up. That's when it hurts.

With every rise in my chest, I have cursed my tragedy, with every fall I have vowed vengeance and unintentionally with every such cycle, I have poisoned the air a little more.

Because every girl felt insecure of herself at some point of time.

Because no one understands a book nerd better than a book nerd

Because some of us are neither introvert nor extrovert. Some of us are above the tags of loners and attention seekers. Some of us are Ambiverts.