Darkthoughts Stories

Thoughts of a fool, about the world.

And into the dark I thread in search of light. Each chapter has it's tale which would be published soon.

Seo Moon Jo was a Grim Ripper who is cold to the core. He pitied the endless struggle human had to go through and felt indifferent to others pain and despair. Yoon Jong Woo was a fragile child destined to die from the cold winter night. He was supposed to be guided by the Grim Ripper. And yet, the dying child said one night... "Not today." -AU-

A miserable girl dealing with the harsh reality showing how even the "small" problems can cause severe mental harm ... with non-caring parents , solitude , low selfesteem , being fat in a fatshaming society...it destroyed her... will she ever get out of the depression loop.. ? _______________________________ New chapter a day :] . This is my 1st ever book (English is my 3rd language), hope you read it and criticise me so I can improve , please leave a like if u like it :).

A little insight on Zero's feelings and thoughts after Yuuki left (A Vampire Knight fanfic) Published April 26,2016

Poems. From young to old. Happy to unhappy. Friends to family. Poetry to many lines of words. Only one author to write it all. ×××× Ranks: #27 in meaning

so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

Just a series of one shots of different stories I wrote years ago. They're related to each other but you can read them each of them as an independent story. You might've read them already, but there's nothing to loose to read them again.

All rights go to Tanaka Strike. Just thought that..a lot of events and feelings in Servamp are relatable.

This is just a group of poems and excerpts of things that i feel and thoughts that i have from suffering with bipolar disorder and depression. I have always found writing to be the best coping skill for me. And i have been told i write very well. So i decided to share my writings and thoughts with you guys. And hopefully help relate to some people who also suffer with mental health issues! WARNING: If you do suffer from mental health matters this may be triggering for certain people. So please read at your own risk! Thank you ♡

This writing is an intimate confession that reflects the internal struggle against the feeling of emptiness and disconnection from reality. Through a melancholic and raw language, the latent idea is expressed that death might be the only escape from constant suffering. The doubt of whether life is still worth living or if death will be the end appears as the central dilemma of the text, functioning as an attempt to understand and rationalize that existential pain.

In the distant future, a new space corporation began to send human avatars to distant worlds to conduct research on human experiences. Over the years, most were lost. Decades later, retrieval units were sent out to locate the memory components of each subject. Only one was found: Avatar 212, better known as "A Soul on Pluto."

What is happiness? A joke you tell yourself. A ritual you repeat. A lie you choose to believe-because it's easier than silence. This is not a love story. It's a quiet argument between the mind and the world. Between what you feel, and what you're supposed to feel. Read if you've ever laughed and felt nothing.

Hi, So uhh.. I just wrote this. It's a little dark in my room and it popped into my head. Don't worry. I'm totally okay. This is not some kind of a call for help. Let's say it is.. A raw, stream-of-consciousness piece. Something to explore the quiet violence of depression. It doesn't ask for answers. Just to be heard. For the nights it aches and no one sees. This is not pretty. It's not poetic. It's just honest. Too honest. TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️ Themes of depression, self-harm and suicide. Graphic description. This might not be comfortable for you to read. If you have a problem with these kind of themes, Do Not read.

This is a small excerpt with BDSM touches regarding dominate and submissive relationship dynamics. It's a small hint of the book I am currently working on. I hope you all enjoy and give me some much needed critic on it.

I'm not gonna give trigger warnings about the usuals of smut or violence or self harm or dark thoughts revolving in this chapter (I just did) Cause if u have downloaded Wattpad get ready to lose your innocence real fast . -------------------------------------- Psychopath girl with the Mafia leader .. Secrets r held at bay and a spark is felt .. A disaster waiting to be cooked .. OH WAIT ! It's already boiling .. HAHAHAHAHHA --------------------------------------- I totally and randomly starting this book abandoning my babies in my other books but this one .. I'm writing from my heart and am hell bent on finishing it however long it may take . My friends may freak out if I told them that I .. I am writing a mafia novel !! fun !! -------------------------------------- Enjoy reading and don't forget to vote and comment if u see spelling or grammatical errors .. Typos happen .. As I am definitely a human .. A crazy one but still .. ---------------------------------------

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Poetry - While my demons collide, like waves spitting seafoam. Waves crash, and wash away these crumbling stones...

My random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.

Ri-bo is a mysterious girl , with a deep and traumatizing past meets a boy named Yin-Shu with an odd friendly and plain past , Ri-bo has been the invisible kid all along , she never gets noticed by anyone until.. she meets Yin. Will Ri-bo manage to discover the past of Yin and finally uncover what she has never known? What ending will this story have? Find out in 'Invisible'.