Apathetic Stories

A mom who has alexithymia is raising an autistic toddler. Ashauri had never known what happiness truly meant until she fell pregnant with her beautiful son, Cashton. Sadly, after she gave birth, the happiness she once felt went away and her life went back to being empty emotionally. With her son being autistic, Ashauri is relieved she doesn't have to fake a smile or make her voice higher than normal to give off the impression she's in a good mood. Her son couldn't tell the difference. Despite the rumors, Ashauri and Cashton's bond is like no other; they understand one another better than most. A simple glance can either make or break their decision on whether to continue whatever it is that has their attention. The two didn't depend on words because neither of them enjoyed talking. Apathetic: having or showing little or no emotion; indifferent. Alexithymia is when a person has difficulty experiencing, identifying, and expressing emotions. Intermittent explosive disorder involves repeated, sudden episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behavior or angry verbal outbursts in which you react grossly out of proportion to the situation. -

"Searching (longing) for a world that doesn't (is yet to) exist." __Lumeng So, new year, new me. Emerut! Noooooo! I'm sure amma be keeping stuffs in my notes, notebooks, and etc for the year. They will be published here, because why not? This account is mine. She writes, I do. Don't know what I'll be writing but I will be. We'll know. Hopefully... and hopefully it will be something good, and not just oath to question everything that touched my existence. Good riddance, am I right? Good luck!

what have i turned into who was i before? before madness? before pain? who did i used to be? where did i go? my heart has broken over and over, is that what made me evil? i have built iron walls around my heart and mind, nobody is getting in, and nobody is getting out [my words are all i have, please do not take them from me]

Just gonna put a few poems I've written. I'm tired of keeping them to myself. There might be multiple versions of the same poem. Some might be entirely unique to this compilation. Others will be from LA class.

Hey folks , this is Shrilaxmi Nair , some of you'll maybe familiar with me , whilst , some of you are not , but yes ! if you do get time please check out my other book "FRIENDSHIP REDEFINES LOVE" A teen fiction (hope you'll like it tho) . And about this one , it's actually a collection of quotes which I write , whatever time possible 😁 , but yes I do like writing a lot. Let it be quotes or poems or short stories or maybe even small snippets. But I think here you are only gonna find quotes , please do read them , The quotes are not focused on a single topic , since each and every individual is different so are the Quotes . I really hope that you read them , understand them , and if you like them , please don't forget to vote and comment. As well as it contains some quotes from Hindi as well , but please do read it and I'm always paying heed to your opinions and advices. It will really be appreciated. Thank you so much for the love and appreciation everyone has given me. Also do check out my account on Mirakee app as well as YourQuote app. Thank you 😊 and my Instagram id is @i_am_malicieux_._66...💘

In the chaos of growing up, who are you becoming? When life gives you lemons, middle school turns them into something sourer than you ever expected. It's not just awkward dances and overdue homework-it's whispered betrayals, silent struggles, and the ache of trying to matter in a world that doesn't always listen. Here, hearts bruise like peaches, friendships rip like paper, and growing up feels like being poured into a mold that never quite fits. This is a story of quiet strength, unseen storms, and finding light even when the sun forgets to shine.

Of course everyone knows of the seven deadly sins and the seven heavenly virtues. But a less known group resides on earth as humans; Apathy, Distraction, Procrastination, Undecidedness, Irritation, Anxiety, and Depression are the seven unnecessary inconveniences. ................................................................................. "Go to hell!" "Well see that's the problem I seem to have locked myself out........and they may not want me back" ................................................................................. This prompt is not mine but i decided to make it a story if this is like something you have already read that is pure convenience .................................................................................. Anywayyyyyyy enjoy!!!!!!!

A short story about being in school that takes place out of school.

Imagine a place barren and cold. Empty, devoid of life. Merely existing amongst the many other fragments of life. Sitting idly by, watching the world pass over. Imagine that place was inside a person, stored away deep in their heart. With each beat that barren and empty place is renewed, erasing whatever warmth may have seeped through. Now imagine this person being a weapon... ------------------------------------------------------------------ Phoenix has no control over the life she was thrust into, has never thought of rebelling against it. Yet there's a part in her that wants to, a part in her that wants to feel. She doesn't understand the dynamics that are her life, but she wants to. Come hell or high water she'll find herself again!

read the title again, slowly the only order is the order they're written

A collection of words I have put together as I tried my hand at poetry. ❤️ I am terrible at titles. Any suggestions? 😜 Comments appreciated and welcome. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Hey, that's a poetry book I guess, I accidentally deleted my last one, therefore I need a new one lol [cover's obviously not mine]

Life. Death. Everything inbetween.

Apathy: 1. Absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement. 2. Lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting. 3. Stoicism . Freedom from emotion of any kind.

writing amidst the quarantine

He wanted her, and that's all there is to it.

“The dictionary defines love as an intense feeling of deep affection and/or to feel a deep romantic/sexual attachment to someone.” He stared at the slim girl before her, looking past her sleek jet black hair with staggering split ends and her dull lifeless eyes that used to shine a mellow emerald green. “Did you just quote the dictionary on love?” He whispered in disbelief, this girl’s apathetic nature causing him uneasiness. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I quote the dictionary on a word that holds no meaning. Something nonexistent.” * Meet Zoey Oliver. Zoey’s the very definition of dull. Dull hair, dull eyes, dull tone. Dull life. After making a hasty escape from pursuers she had fended off from a helpless girl, Zoey boards the nearest city transit bus and sits next to an nearly invisible guy clad in an unattractive brown leather coat that covers everything except the crown of his head. He’s arguing with someone on the phone. Zoey doesn’t care. Meet Flint Ross. Flint is the very definition of helpless. He falls too easily, he’s optimistic, yet he can never return to his feet. He’s on his way to depression. After making a hasty escape from a furious boss, Flint drags his feet to the nearest city transit bus, a melancholy air surrounding him. He sits next to the window, his cell phone buzzing. His girlfriend wants to break up. The stronger one in this budding relationship is unclear… Cover made by @InspiredNightmares

Poem

Alex is coming to a new school in a new home, and little does he know he's going to be raising Hell with the little scarf he wears to hide his neck. He didn't want anyone to see the scars, and he didn't care about the people around him. That was before Jared, though. That was while he was still on his meds. Boyxboy, high school, mute. Never going anywhere sorry guys.