Distraught Stories

TW: Some stories include: Drug Usage, Alcohol Usage, Suicidal Thoughts and more things like that. When I'm bored I like to write so here is some stories from my little writing book unedited. All raw. Some inspired by songs others by my teachers and others come straight from my imagination.

Forgotten is a haunting exploration of isolation, memory, and the fragility of reality, set within the claustrophobic depths of the ocean. As the story unfolds, it intertwines the dark mysteries of the deep sea with the complexities of human consciousness, leaving readers to question the boundaries of perception and existence.

a collection of pieces leading up to who she is today.

Descent into madness

Twelve-year-old Toby Jennings is going to be late home, his cell phone is dead and he has no lights on his bike to ride along the busy main road. The only way home is the short cut across the top 'Nothing Hill'. A bleak foggy desolate place shrouded in ghost stories. Toby plucks up the courage and peddles as fast as he can up the hill. Reaching the summit he is exhausted and looking forward to the downhill ride, however Toby is soon to discover that he is not alone on the top of Nothing Hill!

The only thing worse than feeling pain, is not being able to feel at all. If you like dark poems and crazy perspectives, read on.

Short Poem // 2am poetry

How should these be described? These patterns. How should they be looked at? Is there really a way darling? Would you show it to me?

Irony at it's finest.

Distraught By james a. galgano Distraught Shame on such misdeeds thoughtlessly committed seemingly without a care. Though no fault was admitted it was apparent where the blame lies prone While parties affected are both far away and alone unable to make sense At whose expense such deeds go invariably without recrimination or penalty For where love is concerned two parties share equally in the accountability Within the unending register which opens and shuts for change never completed Lovelorn emotions so often depleted by the hurt we cause without thought or avenue. There we see our love and life draped before us upon drawn canvas in view. Hoping beyond all shadow of ill-defined doubt where nightmares often occur There is where life and love blend in time yet by misconception too often blurred. Unfortunately incurred upon misbegotten lines extending often out into space Where love is lore and life disgraced upon unending dotted line into unending grace How where were these lips and eyes so often quiver for one moment to savor your loving face? Upon endless lips forever resigned where love holds desire elusive by design demure What love is lost inscription? On written page ill defined upon and within forgettable mind or face Where my fleeting hopes lie deep in the shadow of your endless embrace

It took him a while to find his feet. He just stayed in his hotel.

these r my poems or song lyrics that come to me when i'm emotional

Meet Louise Smith, she's a fifteen year old girl. Who lives in New York, her and her family have just recovered from a loss in their family. Her dad dies from an alcohol intake, two years on into Louise's life her mum gets re-married to a man called Kieran. What do you think happens to Louise when: 1) Her Stepdad starts to sexually abuse her. 2) She has his child. 3) And she falls in love with her councellor? read on to find out.

Was it destiny? Was it Love? Was it a game? Was it out of luck, sometimes we say we love each other because we need that one special person there to fill that void in our hearts. Sometimes it's simply because we want to walk a similar path to one we don't have and feel the need to drag others down in our misery just to fulfill our own happiness.