Fragmented Stories

She writes herself through places, seasons, and fractures. Fragments of becoming - rage and composure, love and absence - blunt lines blurring together, cities too loud and rooms too honest. Not diaries. Not confessions. Just moments that couldn't bear silence.

❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories split, into glowing embers in the night skies. ❞

A poem about ghosts.

My very first Wattpad book! - frag·ment verb past tense: fragmented; past participle: fragmented fraɡˈment/ break or cause to break into fragments. _______________________ Harry is shatter into millions of pieces, he now lives a life full of sorrow. He wants to get better, but for some odd reason he can't seem to do it. All he needs is a little push to get through and over his past. Will Harry learn how to live again? Or maybe even love again?

He's my brother's best friend and that makes him off limits. I fell in love with his smile, his charm, his wits, and his love for speed. He's gentle with me and I was sure he loves me, too. I swore one day I'm going to marry that boy and have my happily ever after with him. Turns out I was too young and naïve. I ignored the risks and jumped head-first into the feeling of loving him until it burned too hot until I realized it was too late. In my life I've made a lot of mistakes. And I realized maybe it's not really a mistake if you learn from it. FRAGMENTED HEARTS #2.5 (Can be read as a standalone) Cover art by Tricia Mabale (IG: @triciamabale)

Poetic style writing and micro stories. Stream of consciousness and fragmented An organic work that grows over time

"He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. This is what it felt like, being heartbroken." A world where love does not exist, the real love, not the chemically induced one you can buy. A love kept alive only by dreams and stories. Humanity, in order to cope with the growing violence in the world becomes dependent on a new drug. A drug that allows happiness and love back into the lives of millions, a drug that covers and does not destroy the evils of the world. A child soldier falls in love, is it genuine? Or is it the product of government experiments? Armed with a handful of outcasts can he overthrow the organisation responsible? What price will he pay and will true love be saved from extinction? Find out now in Fragmented Soul.

In a different timeline, an eternal battle will come to an end in one final bout... (Spoilers for books 1 through 6 of Wings of fire.) 3-1

Having a conversation with someone you like and thinking afterwards " Why the hell did I say that?!"

(2019) behold, the beholder

In an era of unprecedented fragmentation, where the very concept of geography has been shrouded in mystery, two unlikely souls are inexplicably drawn together in a love story that defies the confines of time, space, and reality.

What are we when we're not all that we were?

Hannah is dealing with the loss of her twin sister who perished in a terrible car crash, along with both their parents. Her family's death and her guilt over being the only survivor creates a paradox in which her sister's reflection comes to life. Fragmented is a short story inspired by a profound depression and feeling trapped in the overpowering emotions that can derive from the urgency to crawl out of the darkness. It is intended to provide a view on these feelings and share experiences with others who may be struggling through depression. C.M. Hazel © 2015

ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ [ɴᴏᴜɴ] ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴏғғ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ: sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴠᴀsᴇ. ᴀɴ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ, ʙɪᴛ, ᴏʀ sᴄʀᴀᴘ. - This is an old story I wrote a while back now I feel more positive about things than I did when writing this and making these edits but I thought I'd leave it here

Everything that I write when I can't sleep

A poem to tell the story of a dream, most likely referring to my nihilistic views.

(2019 - 2020) homesick

A girl that knows what it feels like to be overlooked: in friendships, in family, and in love. Because No One Bothers to Listen is a vulnerable collection of letters, dreams, and reflections about yearning for connection in a world that rarely looks beyond the surface. A voice for anyone who has ever felt like a placeholder instead of a priority.