Consumed Stories

Just some poems which I wrote when I was feeling low. #WattpadIndiaAwards

I write my thoughts as they come to me. I am not a writer, an artist. Just a woman who writes her random thoughts down and thought maybe others feel the same way I feel. And well that would be cool to know - that I am not alone in my thoughts.

When things start to go very strange yet no one else notices you should always look for what lurks around the corner. James finds himself struggling to come to terms with what just happened, and where he could possibly be.

New poems, rants, and shorts by me regarding my recovery. I left to get better, I did get better, yet I came back the same.

A lone diver descends into the deep and encounters an immense, ancient creature whose silent, deliberate presence pulls him into the abyss from which no light-or life-returns.

Imagine yourself in a room filled with darkness and the only light, the only hope was from one small little flicker of warmth given from a candle as it was slowly melting away. What would you do once the light was gone would you let the darkness consume you or would you wait....Alone...And cold just for that warmth of light to return so you could feel it blanket over you so you knew you were safe? Quite obvious what I would choose but the path for light isn't always so easy. Cause once you escape the Dark and enter the light you will find that Darkness always fights back. Meet Jewel Noir and ya she can shine like her name or be dark as her last, this is what I guess you would say is "her story" but it's not just Jewel's. So I hope to meet you in her adventure of life in, "The Light of the Dark"

I wrote this awhile ago, it's my opinion on depression and how it actually feels when you have this disease. It's raw and hard for me to post some of these things, although it makes me feel better. If you suffer the way I do you will relate to this.

The truth be told In words you understand A deep message behind them all A subtle hint of anger in dreams A strong hint of frustration in hope A warning to all... Beware of the lies.

When a heart doesn't want to feel but it's filled like a water balloon, how much can it take. Will it leak or will it break?

A short original poem.

This is me. These are my thoughts. My feelings. My life. How I feel about it. And what I feel from it. And pain must be felt in one lifetime Because then we don't know what we had, Until we loose it. This isn't make believe, But someone's reality. They may feel like a broken soul And somehow still live in curiosity, Something's no one has ever thought of thinking. They make mistakes and pull you down, But they're build you up stronger with their full heart. And it just so happens to be mine.

It all started the day of the crash, that was when my life went spiralling into chaos. The only thing is it's moving to quick for me to stop. Every moment now is filled with split second decisions. SPOILERS! Transformers Fan fiction. Bumblebee X OC(not giving to much away on her yet)

Hetalia Fan Fiction. When Japan tells Italy this bad news, how does he react? What can he do when he has does the worst thing possible, and it feels right? He might have sold his soul, but at least he has his friend who did it once too. JapanxItaly, slight GermanyxItaly Fluff.

Jesus spoke in Parables. The life lessons were made lively like. The hidden meanings were discovered. And to be a Christian is to be Christ like. That means..what Jesus did , we can do also, we attempt it because He lived it In the flesh.. &. Well.. this is sort of like a parable. Short story with little detail but a simple lesson to just do good at all times. Not all rewards are substantial.

From InnerBeast: Kiran is someone who tends to go unnoticed. He has one friend, albeit a close one, and pretty much zero social skills. He was orphaned at a young age, but now that he is 18 everything seems to be looking up. Having moved in with his only friend, and while his horrific dreams that are nothing but a blank space keep him up most of the night, he refuses to be deterred from moving on and doing something with his life. Boothe has been trapped for ten years. Ten. Years. All he had to entertain himself was a stone wall and the constant happy noises of a baby in a bathtub. But one day, his binds begin to loosen. He finds that his prison may not be eternal, that that wall keeping him from escaping can be demolished. Soon he will be free and he will get what he deserves most and does best: Revenge. Kiran and Boothe will be forced to come to an agreement, otherwise someone is going to die. Written for #NaNoWriMo

This work is a reflection of my thoughts. My biggest problem right now is derealization/depersonalization disorder. (DPDR) is mental disorder in which the person has persistent or recurrent feelings of depersonalization or derealization. It is described as feeling disconnected and detached from one's self. - As if your life is a movie and you are floating around in your own world, unattached and disconnected from your body and physical self. I first started experiencing DPDR when I was 11. It was such a foreign and confusing feeling. I felt as if my entire mentality had been invaded by something I was too young to comprehend. I expected it to be a temporary episode that would be gone before the next day. Well, 7 years later and it's still hitting pretty hard. I've done a lot of research and found that it stems from anxiety and stress. I feel the effects of DPDR 24/7. Not once has it completely subsided.. For years I've ignored it and acted like everything was alright because I knew people were getting tired of listening to me complain about it. I've been to multiple doctors but nothing has really helped. This is something I have accepted but will never welcome. I often feel consumed but writing is one of my escapes.

In a cursed desert where nothing returns, a researcher discovers a perfectly preserved black skull buried in the sand. When it awakens, the dunes claim him-just like all who came before.

A love so consuming. A love I can't have.

hi, my life has come to a complete standstill. i am living the same day over and over again, i have developed the power of invisibility and here is where i want to share my thoughts and feelings when i need to