Disconnected Stories

A burned-out band. A writing camp in the middle of nowhere. And one month to remember how to create something real again. Cut off from distractions, they're forced back into rooms where music has to be made from scratch and where avoiding the truth becomes harder than writing it. Calum Hood x OC

Ring. Ring. Ring. Gail? yes, She's Gail, it's Gail Who killed her? I'm sorry, you got DISCONNECTED

a poem inspired by the everyday progression of the struggle caused by depersonalization-derealization disorder (DPDR) as I am a sufferer myself.

a story about a connection. more info soon.

LGBT story!

5 seconds of summer

She can be anyone. A person you talk to everyday, a family member, or friend. Struggling with emotions and random triggers sending her mind into a downward spiral of negative thoughts and memories she'd rather forget is a part of her daily life. Her mental illness, although not always taken seriously, can be quite debilitating at times. Would you be able to recognize her?

Disconnect By james a. galgano With opposable thumbs dancing across a qwerty limelight stage Searching for each humble word to convey deep feelings. That sends this heart soaring above an internet's unconnected ceiling. Where humble heart is unable to describe remorse even remotely For a past course too often traveled to reach your unreachable star No matter how near or how far it was never intended to be tonight. By each time zone's dawn early light allowing each eye to read Every precariously with held emotion, as love professes devotion. The kind that will not be concealed by word of mouth so designed. As if to clearly declare an enduring passion without any condition. That may prevent the prevailing emotion that flows from silent lips. Like passing ships upon un-chartered sea needing a final destiny Where once upon a time each of your mutual affections arose aligned To extend eternal feelings forlorn across some un-navigable divine In slim hope of profound discovery for upon that stage love is found to be Yearning and wanting for more than a glimpse of what one desired longingly. For there is the place upon the one longing grace you hoped to discover eternally Despite all obstruction too often encountered beyond all shadow of doubt Lingering for that sublime moment when a response is made to scream and shout. As well as easily secure a love that never speak its name though so pure

A compilation of musings to inspire positivity, a love for life, and personal freedom and accountability.

A poem about boredom

Shine and Jerry meet every day in the library for one hour. Shine reads novels aloud with full seriousness, while Jerry roasts the stories with sarcastic comments. Their banter starts lighthearted but slowly reveals cracks in their bond-Jerry gets lost in the tales while Shine begins to disappear, blurring the line between fiction and reality.

Just another story about a boy and a girl...

Technology ceases to exist and society falls into chaos

I remember hearing somewhere that it's OK to feel depressed or 'down' for up to three weeks but if you experience feelings of depression for longer than a three week period you can be medically diagnosed as depressed. I think everyone, at some point has felt deflated. I know I have. This is for all those people who have felt, not quite depressed but like life is a little duller and darker, you can't put you're finger on it but things seem distant and you feel disconnected...

In which two teenagers make a bet to see who can go the whole summer without using technology, becoming very close.

This is my own writing about my emotions. how i feel when the things i love change and i no longer feel connected.

friend zones and lovers.