Darkwriting Stories

A young man walks through a world washed clean by rain, leaving behind death wherever he goes. But when an old man tells him he has blood on his hands, a question begins to haunt him: If heaven is for the good and hell is for the wicked, then does a truly good person never sin? A dark poetic tale about sin, morality, death, and the blurred line between good and evil.

Sometimes the loudest noise isn't around you. It lives within your own mind. "Noise in My Head" is a dark and introspective poem about inner conflict, contradiction, loneliness, and the struggle between what we want and what we know is right. It explores the voices within us-the questions we hide, the faces we show, and the thoughts we rarely allow others to see. Are we truly who we pretend to be? Or is there a part of ourselves waiting to be understood? - Angiela Balolot

A lone camper has a run-in with the Goatman

This is a collection of poems and other short little drabbles that I've written over the years and continue to write regularly. Most of them are dark in nature and all come from the deepest parts of my mind and heart.

Inspired by bring me the horizon

Shadows stretch across every memory. Trapped between darkness and the faint glow of hope. Life feels unfair, cursed even. My family struggles, my dreams are blocked, and love is one-sided. Yet within the shadows, I notice patterns, flickers of light, numbers that whisper, and the fragile pulse of existence. This is a story of reflection, philosophy, and surviving when the world seems against you.

A collection of poems made in dark times.

I thought I healed. I thought we were done me and the version of myself that only knew how to hate who she was. But somehow, after years of growing, surviving, and learning how to live without constantly fighting myself... I'm here again. Not in some dramatic collapse. Not all at once. Just quietly. In the mirrors I avoid. In the overthinking. In the exhausting ache of feeling like I'll never be enough no matter how hard I try. This is for anyone who thought healing meant never hurting the same way twice. For anyone who feels disappointed in themselves for falling back into old darkness. Maybe healing isn't linear. Maybe sometimes, the worst part isn't breaking again- It's realizing you still remember how.

Night is kinder to me than day. A place where pain doesn't have to hide, and truth can exist without striking back. These writings are not stories. They are whispers born in darkness, written for the heart, not for judgment, not for rescue. If something here feels familiar, perhaps our nights keep the same wound awake.

A collection of short stories across every mood and genre from sweet romances that make you giggle, to confessions that ache with grief, to eerie tales that keep you up at night. Each chapter is its own world: some read like diary entries, some like secrets, some like daydreams, and some like nightmares. This isn't just fiction it's a mix of emotions we've all felt but rarely say out loud.

"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller

A soul caught between craving and collapse. Each chapter is a descent-into the abyss, into hope's betrayal, into the hunger for love, and into the quiet wish to disappear. This is not a story of rescue. It's a story of surrender. A confession carved into the dark, one breath at a time.