Blurredreality Stories

this story breaks down the blurry line between imagination and hysteria. between taking meds and being your true self to ones fullest potential. should people suppress who they are to conform to the medical standards of 21st century humans ? should we stop ourselves from being who we truly are ?

Ryleigh is the quiet heartbeat of her community - the one everyone knows, the one everyone trusts. Her dreams have always been vivid, strange, a little too real... but lately they've started to feel like warnings. She doesn't know what they mean, not yet. All she knows is that something is shifting around her, and the first signs of it are waiting for her in the dark between dreams.

"To me, strange is just another way of saying unusual. And unusual is just another way of saying special." -Drew Hayden Taylor ~Invisible~ Have you ever had a dream you can't explain? A dream that seems so real you think you're awake? Often times, it's hard to discern what's real and what was really a dream... ~Underwater~ The end of the world. Sounds scary right? Well, maybe not if you can't remember what really happened... Hi my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing readers!!! So far, the only short story I have here is Invisible, but I'm planning on turning it into a collection of short stories! Let me know what you think in the comments, direct messages, etc.! This is a first draft so please be nice, but constructive criticism is always welcome! Also, copyright applies here, and these stories are owned by me. Please let me know if you see this story on any platform other than Wattpad. Thank you!

A sixteen year old girl goes through the struggles of taking on a centuries long commitment from her past generations in order to save her reality. Her family and friends believe she is schizophrenic while she is simply lost between realities and trying to save her own world. Follow her through her journey as she meets new creatures, deals with corruption, and dark worlds beyond her comprehension.

He says she's safe. He smiles when she's scared. And every door she opens leads back to him.

I didn't start writing to be read. I started writing to stay. Told through journal-style entries, this is the daily record of a woman navigating marriage, motherhood, and the invisible weight of emotional abuse. Her days are full: meals made, schedules kept, people cared for. Yet somewhere in the routine, her sense of self slips quietly out of reach. Some lives don't fall apart loudly. They fade.