Brokenpeople mga kuwento

Eleven broken people - Eleven ways of coping - Eleven ways of healing ~~~ Davis Cori Ryder has two brothers and a loving mom and dad. Well... She had that. Right up until her mom and younger brother got in a car accident which resulted in them both passing away. Then her older brother graduated high school and started his own business. Her dad buried himself in work. Her amazing friend August Brady Maverick moved away before the accident. A year after she moved away Davis lost her younger brother and her mom. August did her best to help her friend cope from a state away, but loss is hard to help. Davis and her dad moved to the same town August's family did a year after the passing of Davis's mom and brother. Now she has a loving friend group that doesn't know half of that. They know that she lost her mom, but they don't know that she had a younger brother who she also lost. They don't know how she lost her mom, they also don't know about the trauma and ptsd that came with that, that has been affecting her everyday life. They all have little bits of themselves that have been broken and they are all trying to help each other heal. This is the story of broken people. Lots of people are broken. Some just feel it differently. How deep is the mud? It depends who you ask. Tigger warnings, just know that there's some traumatic stuff that I put my characters through :) All rights reserved for me :)

Going though the phases of a breakup, but discovering things that destroys any chance of them being friends.

A collection of quiet heartbreaks, lost connections, and truths too heavy to say aloud. These are the thoughts of a man who gave up on the world - but not on love. No happy endings. Just raw fragments of a soul that never stopped feeling.

the things we want to say to our loves, but can't

the ones who are the most broken seem the most put together because they know how to pick up the pieces and carry on

A man with broken heart can feel this

"Everyone gets their moment in the spotlight. But not everyone knows how to live after the lights go out." Marcus Laird was once a celebrated writer the creator of a legendary sitcom that filled screens and hearts alike. But after years lost in fame, ruin, and silence, he returns to a city that has long forgotten him. He's no longer a name. Just a man alone in a quiet apartment, haunted by reruns of a past he can't rewrite. In the stillness, he begins to meet new people a mysterious neighbor who knows how to be present without judging, a former friend who no longer idolizes him, and a girl with a red umbrella who appears just as the sky begins to fall. The Ghost in the Green Room is a story of loss, redemption, and the small, stubborn hope that rises from the wreckage of ambition. It's not about a comeback. It's about the courage to stay.

Miana. A place full of lost and broken people waiting to be healed, to be saved from their terrible lives they have experienced in other worlds. A place that exists in the middle of nowhere just to give more solitude to people that had already experienced it. There is only one way to save them. The people known as 'Guardians of Peace' will arrive in the void, who will be able to heal their broken souls, finally giving them just that. Peace of mind and soul. But what if the Guardians themselves are unable to achieve such a thing....? The peace of mind is such a hard thing to obtain. How should I know anyway? After all.... I'm simply a spectator.

This is what I guess you could call the backstory to my other story, Sociophobia. It's all just some events from Theo's past that explain how he came to be who he is. It's not all happiness and rainbows, just as a warning, but it's still an important part of the whole *gestures randomly* ensemble-ish thing. That and it literally made one of my friends refer to me as "Satan", so I guess that says a bit about what's going on. Reassuring, I know.

A lot can happen at a park bench, you have the average pigeon feeders, the homeless people, and the picnics, then you have the love stories, the proposals, and, the murders, so many different things, one bench, let's see what happens.

Lily moves away from her horrid parents and starts a small business called Lily's. After Coronavirus hits her small town of Dandelion Hollow she becomes bored out of her mind (Like most of us might be) and in an attempt to outdo her boredom she begins a project but she quickly gets distracted when she finds a secret door in her wall. when she goes into the room she finds something she never even imagined she would ever see...

How far can one go for "love"? Is it truly love if it slips into something that consumes you? The idea of love is easy enough to grasp - or at least, that's what we're told. It's supposed to be simple, natural. Two people, drawn together by something unspoken, something magnetic. But what if love isn't as clean and neat as it's made out to be? What if, in its most twisted form, it becomes something almost unrecognizable? Obsession. The kind that clouds everything else. The kind that warps your thoughts until you no longer know what's real. People say there's a line between love and obsession, but how do you find it? When you're already deep inside the feeling, can you even see it? Can you feel the line before it pulls you under? Maybe we never really know. Maybe love is just a disguise for something darker, something we're too afraid to name. And maybe, the question isn't how far love can go, but how far you're willing to let it take you.

Heya readers. Please read it and commemt and tell me how much do you like it. If there would be ten readers reading i ll be updating regularly.

It's funny. How someone can make you feel like you're on top of the world in a matter of seconds, but shatter your heart into small fragments just as fast.

Ashton's p.o.v "Lyliiiiiiiiiiiii" She screamed for her partner in crime, like every other morning, for them to catch the school bus. And my best friend's little sister , Lydia came running out of her house , still brushing her hair by one hand, having her perfume in her pocket and finally putting her watch by the other hand but that wasn't all, Alexia would still have to grap her sweater that is resting but finally falling off get shoulder. Everday I watch them as they go to the busstop. I wonder how could I like that screaming easy going girl soo much. She really is crazy. But I'm crazier. Today I'm supposed to go to the place where their school was situated and I'm taking them with. ________///////______//////_____ Hi, this story is partly a true one.. If you don't like it , then you don't. Don't put hate comments cause I'm good at replying people's hate comment. Yeah I'm sarcastic. Anyways, the story maybe partly true but all the places are fictional and created. And I'll be publishing once a week . I think. Enjoy the reading and don't forget to share and vote.

These are poems that I like to write. I get they can be very mediocre, but I would please encourage you to use these however you may. Besides of course using them for your own, and taking them and attempting to put them under your name because well that's just indecent. But please do enjoy them because a lot of them are meaningful to me and may be dedicated to certain people I care about a lot.

"Aria is a young woman who always seems to find herself in chance encounters that always end in a rush of hurt and longing for a love that's never her own. Some say that a chance encounter can be the best thing to happen to people, like love at first sight. How about crossing paths with people who are so toxic it consumes you to a point you feel you need them in your life. You don't realize how controlling, how manipulating, they are until it's too late. Their lies become a blanket of truths you start to believe. They care for you when you're at your weakest, when you need their attention the most, not knowing this is all part of."