Dissociation Stories

Noa wishes he could erase everything. And he succeeds. After a near fatal accident leaves him with no memories of who he is, he's given a second chance at life in a new place with new people and relationships. But of course, good things aren't meant to last forever. He realises that as he's forced to confront a past that maybe should've stayed buried. Sometimes, losing everything isn't the tragedy. Remembering is. 🏆Best rankings🏆 #3 Depression #1 Dissociation

"You're just like Dad," Toby said. The silence that had followed had been so heavy. Ethan had stood up from where he'd been hiding behind the open refrigerator door and peered over at Toby and his face paled. Francis, without his hearing aids, had caught the harsh words that formed Toby's lips and he stared, eyes wide, at his second-oldest brother. Jasper froze. Toby stepped closer. "That's right, Jaz. You're just like Dad." Jasper looked up at Toby. Their eyes bore into one another. "Fuck you," Jasper said and he'd pushed up from the table - tripped over his own two feet - and gone down. Edgar's dead. Jasper's in AA-after being told by Toby that he doesn't want to see him until he smartens up. Now, with just him, his two younger brothers and their Mum, Ethan and Francis will barely even look at him, and Toby feels like his life is falling apart. Again. [Inspired by the chapter 'Talk Later' in The Marauders by Pengiwen Order Of The Phoenix Part 3]

Mate Madness: The name given to a mental disease that afflicts those who are mated, in which the victim becomes increasingly doubtful of their place amongst their pack/with their mate. There are five observable stages, each one more severe than the last. While Mate madness is treatable, it is often ignored until it is too late. Or: The stages of Mate Madness as they appear in Leo's life, from the perspective of its victim. (Originally uploaded on ao3)

After spending the Summer at camp, 12 year old Robert comes home to find something odd about his family. They look the same, but are they really his family? Later that night he finds a strange boy hiding in his basement. It can't be a coincidence. Could it? While Robert tries to discover why the boy is there, he need to find out what happened to his own family. Is the Boy in the Basement the key to getting his family back? Or is he the Cause?

The Fracturing is a collection of 13 poems about rebirth through isolation, exile, demoralization, and indignity.

In the depths of Purgatory - a massive Nether prison ruled by NULL - Spoke is supposed to become just another broken prisoner. But after a failed escape attempt and weeks of surviving inside the violence, fear, and psychological pressure of the prison, something inside him begins to change instead. As guards tighten their control and prisoners slowly lose what makes them human, Spoke becomes obsessed with understanding how Purgatory works. He studies patterns. Learns manipulation. Adapts faster than he should. And the more he survives, the more the line between survivor and monster starts to disappear. The prison was built to destroy people slowly. The terrifying part is that it might be turning Spoke into someone far worse.

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

What if Naruto is depressed? What if Naruto have a split personality? What if Naruto is turning mad? Will someone help him or will they leave him alone like always? Will they make it worse....?

Collection of poetry The pain in our heart. The war in our head. The tears, the kisses and the punches. The love for you And all the things I want to tell you but I can't out loud. This collection of poetry is sad and full of love. A hard relationship with oneself, with life itself. Hoping to learn how love the right way.

A short story about happiness.

Language is a reflection of humanity. Chaos that veers into organization Just to spin away again with a giggle and a grin. Random poems that I write. I will update sporadically. Constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want to see my best poems, head to the back first as I will (hopefully) improve as I write. I also encourage you to check out SpeakerForTheFrost's book Two Shades of a Shattered Heart, which has their own poems as well as our joint poems. Enjoy!

You don't get a will, you get a duffel bag. At 2:04 a.m., Brie is 18 when a phone call ends her college essay and starts the rest of her life. Her brother, Kent, goes to the river and doesn't come back. What comes home isn't closure but instead a worn denim bag: zipper closed and still warm from yesterday. Their family starts measuring time in coffee mugs, pill organizers, and the quiet after. This isn't a book about how grief ends. It's about the days after it arrives. If you've ever loved someone enough to be afraid of losing them, this book will find you on the floor at 3 a.m. It won't tell you to put the bag down, it will ask what you're carrying it for. ════════════ Updates: Friday 2 A.M. ET Some bags are just hard to put down, so let's carry it together.

a poetry book where i rant and complain and also am happy sometimes

What dreams are made of.. The answer seems to escape him, as his sleep patterns are going through unforeseen changes. Grasping at straws, getting stuck in those webs of the dream state, he desperately tries to navigate his way out of. But how come, no matter how hard he tries, he still can't identify the catalyst for such a radical shift that has sent his equilibrium into a spiral? A dreamer who dreamt of a dream once slept inside the dream while contemplating yet another dream.. How does it go again?.. Aren't we all just a tad bit drowsy? Unbelievable scenes and unconnected fragments are flashing before your proverbial eyes. A vibrant parade, you're honorably invited to join, yet having a hard time keeping up with, gradually falling behind. Maybe, it's a good time to pinch yourself, you know, just to be sure. Scared yet?

To the person whom my plant shares a name.

Inheriting a kingdom on the brink of total annihilation, King Luciel is driven by the dying words of his mother. She begged him to protect his siblings at all costs, yet pleaded with him to keep his innocent smile in a world full of monsters. But as the war intensifies, Luciel realizes he cannot do both. Honor and innocence will only get his subjects killed. Making the agonizing choice to bear the sins of his nation, Luciel becomes the very monster his mother feared. Through decades of cold, blood-soaked pragmatism, he secures his country's survival. Yet, the deep-seated trauma of his past leaves him trapped in a haunting psychological mask-a ruler who executes horrifying choices while desperately clinging to the ghost of the innocent boy he used to be.

16-year-old Ronan Conti was never meant to be anything. That's what he believed. He lived with his abusive stepfather for most of his life, the man that made him believe that every golden wing was meant to be fake and every tear shed of pain had to be deserved. Ronan lived on what felt like the ledge of a cliff for his entire life. He hides his secrets within the cracks between the past and present, never letting anyone ever get too close to see them. But what happens when all of that changes? When he's suddenly surrounded by newfound family - five older brothers - who want him to be happy? Who want him to believe that he's worthy? Will he accept and finally admit to needing help? Or will he continue to fall into his destructive rabbit hole? Updated regularly. *the cover photo was found off pinterest, i do not own it*

A trip into my mind

A collection of spoken word and prose poetry exploring what it means to break and to begin again. These are the fragments we collect after the storm: the moments of pain, clarity and quiet strength that form the long, imperfect act of healing. Each piece is a confession, a reflection, a reminder that sometimes survival itself is an art form. These are not perfect poems. They are fragments of thoughts, echoes of pain and quiet confessions written when the world became too heavy to hold.

Your heartbreaks when you realize life is not enjoyable anymore. Nothing excites you, nothing can surprise you. Mara Spencer is mostly just known as that one smart kid who is best friends with Jason Opender, so no one notices when her usual smiley attitude dims. No one except Jason. He wants to help her, but does not know how. Mara herself does not know what is wrong, only knows she has a growing obsession with sleep, dreaming, and drowning in her subconscious.