Emptiness Stories

"I never thought that for my life to get better, the one person that gave me reason to live would have to die." Anastasia Quill is heartbroken when her sister commits suicide. But when The Doctor swoops into her life like a madman, whisking her away on adventures far beyond what she can imagine, she finds out there may be more to her than a simple bakery owner. But true to her luck, things may not always be as smooth as they are in the beginning. First book in my Time series. Disclaimer: I do not own any Doctor Who characters. In this story, the only major character I own is Anastasia.

"Four boys. Four wounds." One unbearable emptiness. Aryan, Ankit, Shivam, and Mithelesh call themselves the Hollows - not out of pride, but because it's the only truth they know. Scarred by losses they never speak of, they've convinced themselves that feeling nothing is safer than feeling everything. But one unexpected encounter with four radiant strangers begins to crack what they spent years building. And now, a question they can't silence: What if the emptiness was "never permanent?"

𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞... 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚.. Adhrit#Shravani. No.. No..Love, what are you doing love ?" His voice trembled with panic. "Please, come forward. Look you're right at the edge. You'll fall... It's not safe. Please." He saw his wife in the most shattered state standing near the cliff, her figure trembling, her eyes distant and hollow. "I... I won't," Shravani whispered, her voice cracking. "I deserve this..." Her legs quivered, hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. "No... Please, don't do this," he pleaded, stepping closer. "I can't live without you." Devit#Taara "D...Dev..." she began, voice almost lost . He stepped back, shaking his head. "No... Don't come near me," Dev said, broken. "I'm not worthy of anyone's love." "That's not true, Dev," Taara said softly. "You are worthy of love, of care, of healing." "She... she left me," he whispered, barely audible over the rain. "When I needed her the most... she left. " Ishaan#Khasvi Their eyes locked. Neither blinked. "You didn't trust me," she said, her voice trembling. "You thought I was the one at fault..." Ishaan's voice broke through the storm. "Please, just listen to me once..." His eyes usually so guarded now brimmed with vulnerability. She held back a sob, then smiled bitterly. "Don't worry," she said coldly. "I'll make sure you get the pleasure of watching me marry someone else."

He doesn't kill. He consumes. Loneliness. Pain. The emotions people wish they didn't have. She should have stayed away. But she didn't. And when he touched her, something inside her disappeared. At first, it felt like relief. Then it became an addiction. Because feeling nothing is easier- until there's nothing left of you... to feel at all.

If you can't read the sarcasm behind her smile, then you don't belong in her world -you wouldn't survive it. Her lips have been trained well, holding her world from collapsing in the eyes of the others, even as she has collapsed a thousand times within. The question is-how long can a soul smile before it simply disappears?

poems about life, love, sadness, and growing

What is it that remains when everything is still moving? ~ If the world is full, why does something within it feel unseen? And if nothing is missing... why does the search continue? Two walks through the same light. Two breaths through the same rain. Yet who is the one that changes-the world, or the one looking? ~ Is there a glass, or only the belief of distance? And if the glass were never there... what would be left to notice? ~ A question appears, then dissolves before it can be held. Another arrives, but does it belong to anyone at all? ~ Is understanding something that arrives - or something that disappears when named? And when the search quiets, what remains - quiet, or openness, or something without a name? ~ No answer is offered here. Only the invitation to look again. And again. And again.

A book of poetry about struggling with mental health, from the perspective of someone who deals with depression and anxiety. (*Trigger Warning* self harm, suicidal feelings\behaviours)

A man finds himself in a strange place after turning the page. ----------------------------- Cover created and designed by BoRedding.

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

The sunlight backs away from me and I am glad- LET OUT THE BUTTERFLY is a collection of poetry. © 2023 cursivelun, all rights reserved.

The reality of growing up is hitting me right now .

She's so alone. Always alone. She can't find anyone that's would take her, after what's happened to her. Her parents abandoned her, her so called "boyfriend" abandoned her. She's all alone now. He's done some things he's not so proud of, and he's hoping a new start will erase all the bad, but when he moved he didn't expect to find someone so alone, so scared, so weak. He just had to help her, he had to make sure she was ok, he had to take care of her, no matter what. And he didn't even know anything about her yet!! He just had to keep her safe, but she wouldn't let him. She pushed him away so he couldn't help her. She doesn't want him to help. She hates him, yet she doesn't even know him. She doesn't want to let anyone inside her heart, it's to broken. Is this story just doomed for sadness? Or can they maybe find some happiness somewhere? Read and find out. Up for the Watty Awards, so vote and comment please. Thank you.

This story unfold like petals you have to read more chapter to understand When people betray you, you don't just lose trust in them. You lose yourself. Aiden stopped explaining a long time ago. At school, he's quiet. Invisible. Forgotten. At home, silence says more than words ever did. But online, under the name BellAfterMidnight, his words are everywhere- felt by thousands who don't know his face. Between a past that blamed him, a family that noticed too late, an obsession that won't let go, and a nameless girl on a school rooftop who listens without asking- this is the story of a boy learning that silence can protect you... but it can't heal you. A slow-burn, emotional story about trauma, anonymity, and quiet connection.

Pensamientos Diarios...

Fia Thamara Clemente, a human who love seeing the beautiful blue sky above. It gives her peace and calmness in the middle of chaotic cosmos. But one day she just found herself asking, "What lies beyond the sky?" How would things unfolds for Fia?

War broke out between the Kingdom of Thea and the Kingdom of Elysians since the beginning of time. As a princess born blessed by the Gods, Emris studied hard and was taught at a young age to resent the opponent's side. Both Kingdoms had the same morals, educated to always protect their own Kingdom and to conquer the other. However, the Elysians beat the Theas to it- conquering and destroying every part of their Kingdom. The man who slaughtered Emris's entire bloodline walked up to her and lifted her chin. Tears of frustration and despair flooded Emris's eyes , blurring her vision as the man whispered into her ears. "The only reason you're still alive is because of that gift of yours.. Ha. Or else you'd be as good as dead." Emris bit her lips as the feelings of hatred and resentment grew stronger with each passing moment. Though Emris was blessed by the Gods, she died young in her first life... Who would've thought that she would be given a second life to avenge her Kingdom. Disclaimer: Pictures are not mine Only updating on weekends! Ongoing- 5/18/21

As the title describes The feelings that aren't heeling

There is something wrong with the way her heart continues to work. It beats, but not gently. It drags her through days that feel heavier than sleep, through nights that refuse rest, through a life that no longer feels like hers. Something inside her died long ago, and what remains is only the echo of it, pulsing out of habit rather than will. She is tired in a way sleep cannot fix, empty in a way words cannot fill. And sometimes, the cruelest part is not the world around her, but the thing inside her chest that keeps hurting her from within.

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵." ~ This is just me writing about my feelings living with my mental health issue(s). It may seem boring to you, but if it isn't then please read. You may relate to me. :) I don't exactly know what to classify this as, I don't know if it counts as a poem or not, either way it's not very good or professional. It's written in the past tense on purpose, I was thinking about putting this on my gravestone until it got too long. Who knows, I may still be able to in the future. I have no one to share this with so I'm posting it here. Thank you everyone <3 🏅#3 in imdrunk <3 🏅#46 in disorder <3