Brokenmind Stories

🩸 Yandere Love: Lycoris Noir In the city of Lumeris, love isn't an emotion - it's a contagion. When a mysterious broadcast awakens a pulse in the human heart, people begin to feel too deeply, love too violently, and worship too blindly. At the center of the outbreak is Kana, a girl shattered into six personalities, each embodying a different kind of obsession - the protector, the idol, the nurse, the doll, the killer, and the liar. They call themselves The Red Choir, bound by one shared devotion: Ren, the boy who unknowingly infected the world. As the city descends into crimson chaos, Kana's fractured selves fight for control - for his love, for their freedom, and for the right to define what love truly means. But every whisper, every heartbeat, and every scream spreads the infection further. 💋 Because in Lycoris Noir... love doesn't heal. It consumes.

Book 1: A Ninjago Kai Au New Book Series Any Art used rightfully belong to their: Creator/ artist Ninjago & characters rightfully belong to Tommy Andreasen Au & Story Rightfully belong to Dream-Cypher {Me} {Author} Non-Canon to Tv Series

This is a collection of reflections, feelings and states of mind in poetry. These brief poems are all different from each other, with no links between them. Just discordant thoughts and raw emotions. Probably most will have a tragic taste. You may relate to them or just get inspiration. Hope it'll help you someway. (; P.S. ‼️CLARIFICATION‼️ I'm writing a dystopian romance right now(that I plan to publish here on Wattpad once I've finished it) and I have a lots of ideas in mind for other future stories; so, most of these poems reflects the thoughts and feelings of the characters in my tales. All that just to say... I'm not a lunatic or a depressed, I'm just temporarily shifting my mentality to fit in with the characters I'm writing/planning to write. ‼️NOTES‼️ I won't publish poems regularly. I've much going on in this period, but when I get the inspiration I write it down. I think I may post one or twice week, apart if I'm too busy. So if you don't hear from me for a while... I'm really sorry, unfortunatly my free time is limited. :/

Is fame really worth it all?

The story of a man who tried to fix himself in the ruins of love, silence, and regret.

🌻 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.

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In the ashes of love's false mercy, *he was told to find someone better.* But what if *better* meant emptiness - meant losing the only soul that ever felt like home? This poem drips from the veins of heartbreak and descends into a quiet madness, where love and ruin share the same breath.

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?

Crystal lost everything when Kent died - her first love, her best friend, her peace crystal- Quiet, kind, helpful, an architect and a working student at a coffee shop restaurant Chritine- Crystal's friend is cheerful, kind, helpful, and a bit weird. She will be the witness to everything that Crystal goes through. Kent- Kind, handsome, helpful, respectful, funny, joker, son of two couples who adopted him

I bleed into verses not in veins

In the silence of broken souls, there lies a bond unshaken - a chain forged in pain, fire, and unspoken loyalty. Each link tells a story of survival, of trust tested by time, and of hearts that refused to shatter. *"Chain of Strength"* is not just about endurance; it's about the unseen power that binds us when the world tries

**🌹 "Red Lotus of Loneliness" 🌹** In the still waters of despair blooms a single red lotus - untouched, unseen, and unremembered. This poem speaks of beauty born from sorrow, of love that wilted before dawn, and of a soul that learned to glow even when the world turned away. It's a symbol of pain turned into quiet strength - a loneliness that bleeds, but never dies. In the depths of his sorrow, a man seeks meaning within the ruins of love. The Red Lotus blooms not in beauty, but in pain - a symbol of everything once pure, now drowned in memory and guilt. This is his journey - from devotion to despair, from love to ashes, from man to myth. A tale of male grief, dark love, and the rebirth through suffering. *- Written by G. Devil* 🖤 *A dark bloom for the broken-hearted.* --- ** #RedLotus #LonelySouls #InnerThoughts #DarkPoetry #SadAesthetics #BrokenYetBeautiful #HeartInAshes #GDevil #PoetryOfPain #MidnightBloom #LostSoul #GraveOfFeelings #EternalLoneliness #SorrowAndGrace

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. .

> "Some minds heal through poetry- mine unravels through it." This isn't just a diary. It's a series of confessions written in bleeding ink-thoughts too loud for silence, too dangerous for speech. Inside this collection are the whispers of a twisted mind: Obsessive love. Control disguised as care. Power dressed in charm. And the kind of pain that doesn't scream-it watches. Each entry will make you question: Are you reading the thoughts of a villain? Or are they your own, simply buried deeper than you'd like to admit? Read at your own risk. This diary knows how to follow you.

"Y-you came ba-ck. W-what's tod-ay's torture go-ing to be?" he let out a weak chuckle, which only made him seem more deranged. He shifted his wrists against the ropes, tearing his skin and scabs off, releasing fresh blood, then said, " L-let me gues-s. H-it me, no, y-ou alrea-dy did that. S-stab m-me, no you did th-at to-o. May-be whip m-e, no, bec-ause you fuc-king did th-at too!" His voice was rough and broken from screaming. Blake looked down at him with an angry expression spreading across his face. This only made Albert, in his state of mental unstableness, push him further toward the brink of exploding in anger. "Come on," Albert started, then continued screaming, " What are you go-ing to do now?!" "First I'm going to have to get you to shut the fuck up!" Blake yelled, grabbing a fist full of Albert's hair, and slamming his head into the cave wall, leaving blood trickling down his head, and his right ear ringing loudly. Albert groaned, and rolled so he was facing Blake, and before he could make another comment, Blake continued, "And now, I'm going to make sure that you won't ever be able to go home." ----------------------- In the kingdom of Valenlon a prince is hidden away due to the threat of attack, but that turns out to be the biggest mistake Valenlon ever made. Prince Albert of Valenlon has been ignored by the entire kingdom since he was little, which only made it easier for things to quickly head south. He is kidnapped by his look-alike, Blake Helmar, who plans to pose as the prince, and must take all that is thrown at him, every form of torcher and every word aginst himself and his family, and keep every secret he can to save his kingdom from impending demise. From being thrown out a window, to being torchered in a cave, to never being able to return home, Albert must fight to keep is people safe, and keep is mind from shattering. * This book takes place in older times, around the time of the Renaissance Era.* *Mild language warning*

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?

About a boy who's life has been turned upside-down by events that can not be explained

> A boy wakes up in a world without life, hunted by shadows and haunted by a memory he can't remember. In this dark psychological tale of sorrow, identity, and the decay of hope - what happens when the only thing left to feel is pain?

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.