Aspd Stories

Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

this title and cover WILL be updated! fyolai oneshots, mainly fluff and angst, very rarely smut!

A collection of narrative poetry

I meet a guy that seemed normal at first, little did I know he was actually a high functioning Sociopath. He was just like my favorite book Sherlock Homes but he isn't just a private investigator. On top of his ASPD he has a list of other issues as well, has multiple personal disorder and all of this has been driving him to something very bad...

Retribution . Such a soul twisting thing it is . It leaves one Wondering just how far the human heart would go to fulfill it's dark recesses . Just how far would Lauren go to reach dark ecstasy?¿ After her mother's mysterious sadistic death and her outcast from the Montel family she returns , power on her side and vengeance fogging her judgement . Spencer Monroe , the duke of Ephedia and the kingdoms war tyrant, feared by all except Lauren and she's his key to escaping the curse that haunts the Monroe family . Just how far will Lauren go for Revenge and how long is Spencer willing to entertain her for him to complete his cynical goal

An autobiography of a classic rock enthusiast, total nerd, and most importantly, me. "I'LL TAKE YOU DOWN THE ONLY ROAD I'VE EVER BEEN DOWN."

an oc + potential lore drops written by me TRIGGER WARNING; psych abuse, SA, lobotomy, homicide, etc

What if JD never killed anyone? What if he was just some poor bloke with a shit ton of trauma, a hella stigmatised personality disorder, and a crying need for therapy? I present to you - *drumroll* - a canon divergence Heathers fanfic with unproblematic JDronica! {Credit for cover art goes to Satmolly on Tumblr}

About 2 girls and there traumatic everyday life... this is a vent and base on some stuff that happened to me- Not all of it though. It's also based off of me and my amazing love, Natasha. Me being like Keira and Natasha being like viola.♡

This story is basically the stats and descriptions of all the voices in my head. Also known as my imaginary friends. I know this is strange for me, but bear with me please. I just need to get this weight off my shoulders

The CEO of the year has her own beauty but she's also known as a psychopath. She has a disease was known as ASPD or Antisocial Personality Disorder and she met her crush again who being an idol under her own company. But a guy who has the same condition as her also met her after some cases. " It will be pain Really Really Bad~" said Ayla with an excitement in her smiles. #TimsBetterTogether Love is like a game of tic-tac-toe, Waiting constantly for X and O

For the first few months after the fall of Amaret, things were settling relatively fine. Turns out, though, rebels desperate for freedom don't usually think that far ahead. The people of Amaret had never known anything but totalitarian rule, and now, they don't know how to function without it. It has been three years since the Anomaly Revolt, and the anarchist expanse now called Idyll is reeling after a devastating wave of natural disasters brought on by the failure of climate control technology. With most buildings in ruins and nearly all factories long defunct, the inhabitants of lawless Idyll fight each other for resources, land and ownership of the few production facilities in good enough condition to be repaired and restored. In a way, it is the ultimate test of humans' cooperative skills: can the former Amaretians bring civilization back to this forsaken territory, or is Idyll doomed without a government?

In the dystopian world of the year 2208, something needs to change. The totalitarian government of Amaret, a sprawling country comprising all of former North and Central America, has discovered revolutionary techniques to screen for mental disorders in brain scans and DNA tests. There's only one problem with that -- instead of using this breakthrough for good, they've been rounding up and executing Amaretians with psychological conditions. No one has ever even considered fighting back. The latest batch of Anomalies won't accept their fate so easily, but escape is impossible... right? 47 is the first book in the Scopophobia series.

Thinking through depression. Night by night.

Every book has his own stereotypical setting with stereotypical characters. The one who is a popular, nice guy who is perfect in almost everything and is admired by the whole world. That is Harry Styles, a third year student. At first glance. Harry finds himself being interested in the beauty of art, but he fails badly at it. Through his struggle and failing he finds himself meeting an extraordinary human being, Louis Tomlinson, who's unable to do anything besides painting. And doesn't feel anything when he burns down his own house or kills his own feelings. Half a Sky Of Clouds is a story about sins, imperfections and going through layers that make people rare and different. A story with a simple cast and storytelling at first sign, but a much more complex look on life and society, especially cultural sins and church.

I need a favor -SH Wrong person -JM Nope -SH I'm not one of your pets, Holmes -JM I know who you are, Moriarty -SH Roof of St. Barts, twenty minutes No weapons or your friends die -JM --- great minds think alike, though fools seldom differ --- a sheriarty fic set in no specific point of the chronology, cause i can do whatever i want, it's my story:) --- started: 29/04/21 ended: ongoing