Brokenmind Stories

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

Random things that go through my mind. Short stories, quotes and what-not. Mostly depressing, sometimes hopeful. I don't know what else to say... Try it and please don't juge my book by the cover or the description?

Do you ever wonder where your mind goes? How you get to your mental state? She has... she always has. And she knows. How and why she's where she is but... this girl doesn't want to be fixed. She never did. Which is why she stays in her mind, to where her mind wonders. Will you? (Just So you guys know this story wont be in chronological order, those of you who know me, should know some of the order based off events that have happened in our lives, and you'll get a little insight to how I really felt)

🌻 The Hollow Sunflower Genre: Horror • Mystery • Psychological Thriller Everyone said their town was safe. Everyone said people don't just vanish. Until he did. A beloved student disappears without a trace - no clues, no witnesses, just silence. Then the first discovery is made: a blood-stained ribbon... and something far worse hidden in a trash bin. The police search. The town whispers. But behind the smiles and morning greetings, someone is watching. Someone is waiting. And under the gentle bloom of sunflowers, the real horror begins to grow. Because sometimes the most perfect faces... hide the darkest secrets.

Eleanor Grey returns to her childhood village after twelve years, drawn by a mysterious message-and the dark secret of her missing sister, Lily. As she steps inside the abandoned family house, memories and shadows intertwine, whispering secrets that refuse to stay buried. Haunted by ghostly figures, eerie voices, and a hidden past, Eleanor must confront the terrible deal her mother made to protect them-and the sinister force that still feeds on forgotten pain. The Silent House is a gripping psychological thriller about family, memory, and the darkness that lives inside us all. Will Eleanor unlock the truth before it consumes her? Or will the house finally claim another soul?

There has been at least one person we know that has multiple personalities, which leads to an internal conflict within ourselves

Dark psychological thriller Emotional psychological mystery

poetry of my broken mind.

Even a broken soul can learn to love.

"Some doors, once opened, can never be closed." When exhaustion makes reality unbearable, closing your eyes feels like escape. But what if your dreams don't let you go? What if every time you sleep... you return to the same nightmare? Reem thought surviving the tsunami was the end of the horror. Seven friends went to that town. Only three came back. Now the drowned streets haunt her... voices whispering her name, faces she can't forget, memories no one else remembers. Each night, the water rises higher. Each day, reality slips further away. Because the town isn't gone. It's waiting. And it wants her back. "You can wake up from a dream. But can you wake up from this?"

My thoughts I guess... Please give me credit if you take anything from this book and if I ask for you to take it down or delete something you've taken from this, I hope that you respect that.

Ashes of Her Midnight Seren lives between memory and madness-haunted by a mother who may not be gone, a stepmother who wears a too-familiar smile, and a fairy godmother who only visits when she's most broken. As whispers of magic and love pull her deeper into a crumbling fairytale, Seren begins to question everything. What if midnight was never freedom? What if the real curse lives inside her?

She doesn't remember who she is. But everyone around her remembers who she's supposed to be. Divisha Rathore wakes up in a hospital with no past, no scars, no truth-only silence, and eyes that won't stop watching. The deeper she digs, the more the world bends: faces shift, memories glitch, and identities blur. What if your mind wasn't yours? What if you weren't yours? This isn't a story of recovery. It's a story of unraveling.

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

Second poem book because I guess you can only have 200 entries

Alex was just a teenager when tragedy struck his life. His mother had been brutally murdered, and his father had taken his own life soon after. Left alone, he was taken in by his aunt. But Alex lived in a shadowed world - a world where no light had reached him since that day. He felt nothing. No pain, no anger, only an overwhelming emptiness. A deep sadness wrapped around him like a cold, endless fog. And loneliness - a constant companion in the silence of his days. His mother's final words haunted him: "Keep going... until you find the light." Yet behind the deaths of his parents, a dark secret was hidden - a secret that would unravel everything he thought he knew. His past was nothing more than a tangled web of lies and illusions. .

Creation is said to be a thing of the Gods. So why take it upon ourselves to create that which we do not intend to love and cherish forever?