Distraught Stories

in a desolated stretch of a highway, lies beneath a broken-down car under a harsh glow of just a single streetlight. beyond it, being a pitch Black Forest within a red pulsing glow-unnatural, alive, as if a heartbeat was leaking through the trees The driver Elias Warden, a washed up detective, pulls over spotting the red illuminating glow pulsing within the woods. At firsthand he himself seemingly thought it was a fire but the silence within itself was wrong. No wind. Just a low thrum of something calling with inside the forest. As Elias warden steps closer, he sees a silhouette standing amongst the trees-motionless and stiff,waiting. When he calls not a word was said back the figure only tilting its head as to be listening to something Elias can't hear. However that night Elias warden discovers something unexpected learning that the red glow within the forest had been appearing for decades upon decades, which ties to a long string of disappearances along that mysterious stretch of a road. Locals calling it the "The lantern man", a figure that lures travelers in the woods where they're never to be seen again. Elias soon discovers the truth behind this far worse folklore-the light isn't just a phenomenon now Elias must decide should he escape while he can....or step into the red forest and uncover what has been waiting in The silence all along?

A compilation of my works in poetry that focus on capturing raw emotions deeply in the moment

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.

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

She only feels three emotions: irritation, self-pity and mostly... depression. It's not long till she discovers a particular personality that radiates reassurance off him ,she can't help but finally search for happiness all before she receives her long awaited birthday gift.

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

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.

Have you ever experienced the love that strikes at the most unexpected place, like the arrow of cupid went haywire, or like the love potion you made for someone landed in someone else's hand. How Columbus must have felt when he started in search of a sea route to the East Indies, but ended up discovering America? I mean, it was even better, isn't it? That's what going to happen to our Jia Davis, a 23 year old 'full of life' girl. Her life revolves around her friends and her adventures. Her friends love her with their life. So is she ready to face the world of love after her first unfortunate experience, or she will do what she is been doing, that is 'staying away from the mess' and as she always says 'love is waste of time'. But that doesn't stop her from crushing on the most handsome man she had met. Is he the one who will make her believe in love, or maybe someone... #1 - corporate - 08/02/2022 #1 - distraught - 24/04/2022

Omegaverse, Iwaoi. Oikawa, being the omega, is terrible at hiding emotions. His pheromones give it away. But he can keep a stone cold face. Iwaizumi, being a purebred alpha, is one of the strongest alphas that don't fall for their instincts so easily.

waiting for you... Listen to Simon Daum's - A New Life whilst reading. Truly inspired me.

SUMMERY: Steve is suffering in grief at the loss of his husband, Tony Stark. The rest of the team worries about him as sadness and depression take over the great Captain but soon, Steve is about to be thrown into shockingly new, but familiar world. AUTHOR: Kyli Hart Jones RATING: PG-13 for some violence. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to these characters. The characters are the property of Marvel.

"You looked up at the moon, and what did you see?" "I saw my reflection," "What reflexion of yourself did you see?" "I saw a grey wolf," "And what was he doing?" "It was standing on a high cliff admiring the horizon," "Where was its pack?" "It was just standing by itself," "A lone wolf?" "Yes," "Is that what you are?" "Yes," "What's a lone wolf called?" "An Amaruq, it has no pack, it just has itself and his vulnerability," "That's true..." "His vulnerability is his pack to guide him through the dark and harsh winds of the night..."

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?

Poetry about longing, loving, and being raised by refugee parents as part of a diaspora. Non rhyming pentastich poetry and prose.

Poetry that I have written from time to time. Feedback is highly appreciated because I am trying to improve.🖤

~Self explanatory~ •Talking from own personal experiences•

A late night look into my brain. Maladaptive Daydreaming. Present obsessions. Absolute nonsense.

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!

(Enjoy!) Write. No One Can Stop You, But You. -_- ;) -_-

[May 2020] "Why would I ever be scared of you?" The female held a genlte gaze against his own, a worried facade slowly crumbling down her walls as she showed her most vulnerable self. "Is there a reason not to?" Was all he could think, what else could it become to be? . I do NOT own Haikyuu!! Shortstoy fanfiction - xOC