Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.

Having fun sleeping tonight after reading these.

My mind, my hell, my life. What I think at my darkest times and my happiest.

Poetry about self-harm, depression, darkness, unrequited love and tears. I am NOT promoting self-harm or suicide in any way, or form. I'm just expressing myself through words.. Sometimes you hear, but you don't listen. Sometimes you talk, but you don't speak. Sometimes you look, but you don't see.

The good girl falls for the bad boy. But what if there is more to Sin Carter than a bad attitude, tattoos and piercings? And what if there is more to Taylor Price than the fact she has always followed the rules and done what she was told? Their pasts haunt them. Sin is trying to break free from his dark past while Taylor lives each day trying to forget about the horrors that marred her childhood. When they meet, their physical attraction is undeniable. One night is not enough for either of them.

Delia Carlisle is having problems. She woke up in a psychiatric hospital after she hit rock bottom, and she started having dreams about a boy she didn't even know. The bright side about hitting rock bottom is that there's nowhere to go but up. And that's exactly what Delia plans to do.

Self harm is problem, especially when you don't want to accept it. What does it really mean to be a cutter?

Jocelynn Blackheart is a normal teenage girl. For the most part. She's had nothing short of a hard life. When her sister develops an addiction to drinking her world gets much darker. She falls into a bad habit just trying to cope. Will the new boy she meets be enough to stop? Or will everything come to a tragic end.. ( this story is currently being rewritten as of 5/16/24 I will keep it published so things in the story may change day to day)

One night a guy and a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die." .......................................................................................................... NOTE: None of these stories are mine. I am merely posting them here on wattpad as a set of stories I have collected on the internet.