Disassociation Stories

Everything left him feeling a void. It was hard to keep moving when every time you looked in the mirror your eyes met with a stranger. Andrew has always felt disconnected from his real life, his family, his friends. It all feels like an elaborate script he mindlessly follows. He's always hated the way people take one look at him and all they see is someone else. No matter how hard he wants to shout that it isn't the real him. This -isn't- who he is. His own body is a cage. Andrew, terrorized by his thoughts, and his own mother spirals into depression. His chronic abuse pushes him to make a drastic decision... Will his choices lead him to tragedy... or finally finding someone he can relate to?

What happens when you feel you don't know who you are?... Heed my warning, always remember.

Reincarnated into a story. Whether it was manga, novel, or game. If you are the villain/villainess, there's a 90% chance the capture targets become attracted to you. If you are the main character, there's a 90% chance you ended up with a harem. If you are a mob character, there's a 90% chance the love interests will gathered around you. If you are the unfortunate canon fodder, there's a 90% chance you'll be pulling aggro on the main character BECAUSE their love interests ONLY interested in you. -And don't forget about the Cheat System. At least 95% Reincarnator will be given a cheat. Either it was a Legendary Blessing, Infinite Storage, Ultimate Healing Power, or other various Systems.... ...Well. I have that too. It's just. I DON'T EVEN WANT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Interface: [The Black Prince proposed to you] (Accept) (Consider) Me: ...dude what the f***k. Where's the (Deny) option?! I want Refund! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Interface: [Yandere King finally succeeded in capturing you] (Submit) (Give up) Me: The f***k you trash product! Escape escape escape!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Interface: [The Demonic Icy General become infatuated with you] (Respond the feeling) (Cultivate the love) Me: ...Just die, you buggy System! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Original Story. English is not my native tongue, so if you found verb and grammar errors please tell me, reader.

This isn't a story. This doesn't have a beginning nor an ending. It's merely a peek into my mind and my views on the world. Warnings for dark themes, confusing themes, and things that just don't make sense.

As an aspiring writer, I am trying to get my works out there in the world where others can enjoy them and provide feedback. This book will contain all of the short stories that I write about the character I have created, a young woman who mocks me while living in my mirror. I wouldn't consider this a story about battling oneself, but more about shedding a light on the parts of oneself that others aren't as in tune with. I may end up using some of these chapters/excerpts in other books I write down the road, but in the mean time they will be here collectively. I hope you enjoy!

Various short stories that pop into my mind late at night as I struggle to fall asleep.

Fezco is visited by a ghost from his past, Kat shares something special with Ethan, and Rue surprises herself. A spec episode telling Fezco's backstory, set in the Euphoria world before season 2, a little something for Euphoria fans before the new season drops. Giving a glimpse at Fezco's past and present, a deeper look at Cassie and Lexi's complicated sisterhood dynamic, and ending in a standoff between Nate and Rue that begs the question, "If your enemy needed help, would you give it?"

Another poem

putting all of my poems I created in my notes to here I wouldn't say it's the best and I would appreciate constructive criticism 🙏

A short story (about 4000 words or 15 mins-ish of reading) based on a strange dream I had. I won't bother with a synopsis, it's too short to need one. But it is quite dark, so be forewarned.

So. This is us, a hot mess of fictional characters, overly anxious control freaks, two really weird authors and dozens more. This is us, not a horror trope, not a monster, not a liar. This is us. We just want to be seen.

"hey, papa.... i'm sorry it has been so long. I haven't been well. Actually, I'm not sure whether I can be well at all. I promise to come by soon. I promise I'll stay as long as I can. Please just don't forget me." how my disassociation feels; what I encounter every day.

For everyone else who lingers upon hitched breathe and sleepless nights. *Writing poetry started out as a coping mechanism for me so a good portion of my writing is about my trauma* *All pictures used are not mine, as any teenager would do I copy and paste pictures from Pinterest so unfortunately, I am unable to give a source for every single picture.*

This disappeared ha! Not sure what I did wrong! However: TRIGGER WARNING As this will contain reference to BPD, self harm and depression. So bear this in mind when reading. Hopefully this time this intro gets saved!

the sun and moon embraced each other like too lovers, bursting into a ironic shadow of blinding light, eclipse

The kind you wish you could see

The fog embraces her on all sides and for a while she exists beyond herself.

When Victoria comes face to face with her past, will she resort to her old ways of dissociation or will she finally face what she fears the most. Confrontation. ... I am in a pitch-black room and absorbed by the darkness, it seems to be never ending as I start to walk. Every now and then I turn my head to see if I can see any light, losing hope of ever finding a way out I start to jog. Then in a split second my skin starts to crawl and I can feel something isn't right. As I come to a dead stop I suddenly hear a rhythmic tapping that's coming from behind me. My eyes widen as I realize there's something behind me and it's coming fast. I try to run away from it, but it's all for nothing because I haven't gotten any further since noticing the chaser. I start to scream as they come closer. It's a man. He's dressed in blue jeans and a red hoodie that covers his face from my view. "Hey Vicky" is what comes out of his mouth in a raspy voice with a hint of sadness. "GET AWAY FROM ME" I scream, "WHO ARE YOU?" And all at once I regret my question as he pulls the hoodie from his face. My body starts shaking with fear 'How did he find me' He forces me into his chest and hugs me to try and calm me down, but I start wailing uncontrollably trying to push him away, until-- I woke up. I wake up already sobbing, this is the fifth night in a row that I've had this dream. A/N Read along with this rollercoaster of a story and I can assure, it will not be boring. **STILL EDITING** Please don't destroy me on how bad of a plot this is, I'm a lazy ass and procrastinator, but it'll eventually be fixed 😘😘