Dementia Stories

This is a memoir of the last year of my life dealing with my mother's dementia diagnosis and finding family I never knew existed.

"Things may be remembered in full, but only whence the time is right, and all is lost."

Hey! I'm finally working on a full dementia progression of poems! I hope you enjoy them, I love making them! Dunno who the artist is :p

A few months go by after the Ms Heed incident. The Black Hat Organization drew a lot of attention, some angry and others impressed. But above all, business was booming. Black Hat was impressed by Dr Flug for once by this success. Sadly though, no story is without drama. What came with more customers came unwanted attention as well. Dr Flug was the main target for this unwanted company. What will happen? Who has targetted Flug? Note: I started this story when I first signed in but I decided to delete it. This is a fresh start to the story and I'll slow down more. This is also my first story :)

A sick grandmother has her grandson, Asher Annette; an artist, to take care of her. Along the way he meets a man, James Cary, who has been taking care of his grandmother for many years now with stunning blue eyes and hair black as tar. Nothing but perfection in the eyes of a painter. ⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕ Book is not complete. Read authors notes for contests. This book may contain sexual or mature content. ⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕

Leah comes back to her Lancashire village with two suitcases, a bruised sense of pride, and the uncomfortable feeling that the city has quietly sent her home for repairs. Then, on the train back, a strange and charming man in a dark chequered coat tells her about a Sunday cloud and biscuit appreciation group in the park. It sounds ridiculous. Naturally, she goes. There she finds Doreen, with her biscuit tin and big-hearted certainty; June, who sees whole worlds in the clouds; Frank, who loves June with a patience that is both tender and breaking; Ben, who makes weather feel like an invitation; and Helen, June and Frank's daughter, practical and frightened, trying to hold her family together as June's dementia deepens. Told in poems, The Cloud and Biscuit Appreciation Group is a story about coming home, found family, slow-burn love, and the quiet ways people save one another - with tea, with biscuits, with turning up, and with looking where someone points before it disappears.

Claire Wilson has been locked up in the psychiatric hospital for her alleged "bipolarity". No adult seems to believe her, so her main objective is to try to discover why her parents had locked her up in that place. Luckily, she is not alone. Claire will have the help of four mysterious boys and a nice girl who are willing to integrate her into their circle of friends. But ... what if nothing is what it seems? What if there's a real reason she's there? Why do those guys seem so willing to help her?

Everything is right, but also so wrong. I'm afraid I'll get lost, once again, in eternity. God always loves us, isn't he, he's always with us, isn't he? "So where the fuck are you? Why so?!". Order and chaos, forgetting and remembering... "Oh right, I almost forgot, I have a date." A Rebirth. A Recreation. A Reconstruction. "It's going to be a long day." All at assurance, things will be fine. And then. Everything, eternity will be the last. And the end. For the Zero dawn. A short story by Harlen Nguyen and Hazarral, inspired by Dementia, music credits belongs to The Caretaker, picture from AI Generator.

***NOW FEATURED*** *Now featured in Wattpad's @fright profile for "Chills & Thrills" Stories /HIGHEST RANK: #25 IN HORROR/ _________________________________________ This story is purely fictional. Names, places and events from this story is all the author's idea and part of imagination. Characters/names/places/events/other stories or works/tv shows/movies/ that have similarity to this story is PURE COINCIDENCE. Images seen in this story are either from the author himself or was taken from google. Any part of this story is part of the author's imagination. Any form of plagiarizing shall not be tolerated and will be reported immediately. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME ^_^ © all rights reserved _________________________________________ "Innocence is only a mask. The inner you is the real you." Two years had passed since Sylvia Savana had escaped from that ordeal. Filled with grief, guilt, and fear; she tries hard to forget about it; but her worst nightmare keeps coming back from the grave. Lost in a pandemonium-like maze, discover Sylvia's terrible experience that had driven her into trauma. Discover how she has to face something beyond terrifying. Learn how she slowly unravels the mystery behind the grisly murders around her. See how she tries to escape from someone as pernicious as her twin siblings; Holly and Molly Savana. Two similar complexion filled with impeccability, but one is only a mask that tries to hide wickedness. Who did the murder? Evil may have two faces, but only one has pure terror living inside of it; shrouded in pure innocent disguise. ********** © to vibrantlysassy for making such an awesome cover! _________________________________________

Vol. 1 In the superheroes society, a new world has been merged as villains begin to have more power by using a mecha, now heroes begin to evolved theirs powers with using mecha. Akari is a mental patient escape from the hospital and went searching for his sister figure Demencia but then he discover a mecha that can be use against Black Hat and other villains. Genre: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Romance, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Capepunk

Sometimes, the kindest thing you can do, is make sure someone can pee with dignity.

how my oc met slenderman, bill cipher and black hat Nothing belongs to me, only my oc and some of the plot. Credits go to the characters owners!

"When one is no longer able to distinguish dreams and reality, real memories and fake ones, what happens to them? What is in their mind?" CW: Contains depictions of mental deterioration

"I'm afraid." "Of what?" "Forgetting."

Dementia is scary, ive never experienced it but ive thought about it. This is about a 54 year old father of an 14 year old boy.

Something I wrote while thinking of my mother.

This is a story of Hetalia and Solarballs, in which magic exists within the countries & celestial bodies, when they meet an unexpected obstacle. With characters' secrets revealed, how will the nations and celestial bodies deal with it? (Cover art is mine!)

Recommend me some one shots to do in the villainous fandom! Restrictions: I will not do lemon/smut/lime I will do gore I will do fluff I will do angst

This is another in a series of poems about my experiences of my dad's alzheimers condition.