Anhedonia Stories

Leo has two brothers, Aiden, who was eight, and Ethan, who was five. Leo was 12. His mom was sick when he was born, and thus he has a disformity. When someone spoke, he heard it two hours later. at minimum. the longest it had ever been was one week. When the sound came through, they were all distorted. As an example, "Hello, Mom." became "Hhhhhheeeeeellllllooooo Mmmmmooooooommmmmm". and lasted at least twice as long as the orriginal sound. He was also Anhedoniac. Thus, he always wore headphones that completely blocked out all sound. everyone assumed he was deaf. He slowly learned how to read, write, speak and lip-read. Most people dont even notice he is 'deaf.' Okay. A lot of you are wondering "What the Heck does this have to do with Creepypasta?!" And swear it is a creepypasta story! In fact, He's a new creepypasta character. Im adding him in CP Second Gen. This is just his backstory. um this is a Rake story, as well. Sort of. thanks if you give it a try! ~SenelaTheWolfGodess.

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〢エノラ , enola ╰▸ ⁞ me, me and me⌗ -𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒙 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐗𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒©

She's an epitome of nothingness, a numb shrug that abhors romance and disgusts cupid. In a journey during hours of darkness, she met a lost soul in a dream of enigma who completely altered her perspectives in life and completely changed the way she view the world. A story of lost souls. this story is actually inspired and based in my dreams. I just made some changes and put some details and made it exaggerated, lolz :)

Solo es un texto corto.

Life of 14 year old girl names Victoria who lives her life as an outcast, including panic attacks and depression.. Yea...I'll probably add to this later....

A poem about optometry

Two strangers, each with their own story that will eventually intertwine . Can both keep the other happy without talking?

I wanted to see how badly I could break the world.

The inability of a young woman to feel positive feelings and to have positive thoughts

blindness hate for ones foolishness; self pity feeling as though ones stuck replacment or wanting to replace blurs of what one used to remember All pictures are by me

My poems and stuff...

March Wells is back home after being kidnapped during her mother's wedding reception. It's not easy trying to put her life back together, but it's doable. That is until troubles from her past arise again... Part 2 to S.B.S:

One of the first pieces of writing I ever focused on with the intention of it being sung, although I didn't have that talent then nor do I now. This song was pretty much a plea to feel something; I needed to have some sort of feeling come back into my life. At this point I was willing to take some medicine to try and help, hence the main idea behind the song being an "artificial" release from my current mind frame. Clearly I was in a depressed state when I wrote this one, but it must have been a couple of years back.

"Light beautifies the sky not the darkness" "Light does beautify the sky but the sun completes it" "He was never a sun , just because his name was doesn't mean he was or maybe you could say he is the sun of darkness" "Sun is a star and a star can never contain darkness within" "Un till the day it dies, and it's already dead. It's already turned into a black hole" "You seem to be confused sir , it's the solar eclipse making it appear like that" "Have fun then, reviving out a star from it's own black hole....." __________________________________________________________________________ The sky falls for the light but fate pairs it up with darkness , the darkness once called a sun .... Would she be able to get over the betrayal and accept darkness with a positive approach or will the darkness take over her .... Is he the sun destined to illuminate her or the darkness destined to consume her.... _____________________________________________________________________________ He made her feel everything, those emotions which she never thought she had .. He left her, she waited for years . She had thought about a lot of things to do with him if she met him ever... He did come , but now all of it that was between them became forbidden.....

This is just a little collection of poetry that I've been told might do well on here. I guess we'll see.

'Tis my world,' professes the disheartened Dennis as he turns his back on his wife, his family, his work and all his vocations. When you leave all you knew behind... what's left, is only the furtive sputtering's of splendour! Told with prescience, heart and insight into the human conniption.