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31 Stories

  • Carousel of Destruction - II: The Pullback by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    There's a moment in recovery when everything goes quiet- your hands steady, the floor stops tilting, and the reflection in the mirror finally looks survivable again. That's when the past pulls hardest. "The Pullback" is a haunting look into the gravity of relapse temptation- friends who didn't make it, memories that won't let go, and the dangerous comfort of the life you walked away from. A brutally honest entry in Barbed Wire Psalms about resisting the orbit of addiction and choosing life, even when the pull feels impossible to escape.
  • Roadside Jesus by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    When the highway ran out and the sky split into three moons, I found Him standing past Navo Road - part vision, part memory, part hallucination with a cardboard sign. This is Psalm VII from my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms - poems about faith, relapse, family lies, And the strange places grace still shows up. Read more from the series: Happy House (Psalm I) Levi Garrett (Psalm II) In One Year (Psalm III) Half Ass Sober (Psalm IV) Our Unknown Allergy (Psalm V) Family Façade (Psalm VI) Roadside Jesus (Psalm VII) Were You Invited? (Psalm VIII - coming soon)
  • Void by Ehaematoma
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    In a bleak and surreal summer, two friends-chaotic dreamer Major Havoc and fast-talking hustler Spike-plunge into a whirlwind of reckless adventures and strange experiments. Navigating a world of abandoned spaces, fleeting highs, and philosophical musings, they fight boredom with every ounce of rebellion they have. But as the void they're running from closes in, their search for freedom begins to unravel. "Void" is a raw, darkly humorous tale of self-destruction, fleeting euphoria, and the quiet ache of lost innocence.
  • Left The Circle by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    Leaving the drinkers was the first brutal step, not towards healing, not towards clarity, but toward staying alive long enough to have a chance. This is the opening piece of *Carousel of Destruction*, a prequel cycle to *Barbed Wire Psalms* about the gravity of addiction, the people who kept spinning, and the moment you stepped off the ride.
  • Downward Spiral by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    Some cycles don't break quietly. Some hit the ground at full speed. Downward Spiral is the third entry in the Carousel of Destruction series - a raw, unfiltered look at addiction, relapse, the lies we tell ourselves, and the moments when everything feels one step from collapse. This isn't a story about heroes. It's a story about survivors. About the wreckage we wake up in, the voices that drag us back, and the relentless pull of a past that never seems done with us. If you've ever felt the spin, the numbness, the "one more won't hurt," the crash that always follows- you'll feel this one in your bones. Welcome back to the ride. Hold on tight. The ground is coming fast.
  • Our Unknown Allergy by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    We share stories in rooms without doors. The world outside doesn't understand - how a word, a memory, or a drink can undo years of healing. This one's for the quiet ones, the coffee drinkers, the night watchers. A short story about addiction, recovery, and the strange comfort of the fellowship that never truly ends. - from the collection Barbed Wire Psalms (Part 4 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)
  • The third signal by Serenity160332
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    📘 Title: The Third Signal Genre: Mystery / Drama Reading Time: ~1 hour - 1 hour & 30 mins. Chapters: 3 Elizabeth receives a cryptic envelope from her estranged friend Jerome, her quiet life unravels into a web of secrets, symbols, and shadowy warnings. A single red thread left in her apartment marks her as a target-and possibly a legacy. As she digs into her mother's mysterious past, Elizabeth uncovers ties to a secret society known only as The Third Signal, a group that manipulates lives through coded messages and bloodline initiations. Jerome claims he's protecting her. But the deeper she goes, the more she questions who he really is , whether her mother's death was ever just a accident. time running out and trust wearing thin, Elizabeth must decide: escape the truth, or confront it head-on. Perfect for readers who love: • Slow-burning suspense • Emotional twists and betrayals • Secret societies and hidden legacies • Strong female leads with a sharp edge
  • Shattered Chains by jaelwarrior7
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    In the forgotten corners of a crumbling German slum, four teens live on the edge of survival ,Lukas Becker, Julian Wenzel Richter, Dominik Alaric Zobel, and Lea Maria Stollberg. Bound by hunger, loyalty, and mischief, their days are a blur of pickpocketing, hiding from authorities, and sharing stolen bread under flickering streetlamps. But survival comes at a cost. Each carries their own broken past: Lukas, the unofficial guardian of the group, raised by a soup kitchen cook with nothing but heart; Julian, his sharp-witted cousin, grieving a father and a mother who's never home; Dominik, the abandoned boy with a fire in his soul and no papers to prove he belongs; and Lea, the lone girl among them, hiding bruises no one sees and a rage she can't tame. When they plan a high-stakes heist to rob a money drop, everything changes. One gets caught. Prison isn't the end ,it's the beginning. The gang life starts whispering promises of power, revenge, and everything they were denied. But at what cost? Loyalty will be tested. Blood will spill. And childhood will end. This is the story of four lost kids in a world that forgot them and how far they'll go for freedom, revenge, and a name that means something.
  • JUST ONE CRIME by JessicaDuru
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    One crime was supposed to be the last. One hit, one payday, and then freedom. But when the blood of a powerful man stains her hands, Anne's world spins out of control. Betrayals. Death. A city on high alert. Now a fugitive with nowhere to hide, haunted by the ghosts of her past and the face of a dying best friend, Anne races against the clock, battling guilt, survival - and the crushing realization that no one outruns their sins forever. From the cold streets of New York to the hidden cabins of strangers, danger lurks at every corner. Will redemption find her first... or will justice? One crime can change everything. One choice can cost it all.
  • Were You Invited? by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?
  • Carousel of Destruction - Series by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
  • Lena Winters: Dawn And Dusk by PhoenixCameron
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    Book One In Lena Winters: Dawn and Dusk, a guilt-ridden father's desperate plea drags the PI eye into a web of secrets underneath an upstanding hospital. What starts with a missing person's case, deepens, and darkens into a deadly conspiracy where silence is the hardest thing to hide. Weekly update every Saturday.
  • The Garden by ProudMommy0321
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    She only wanted to be loved. When sixteen-year-old Ruthie Bell disappears from her small Arkansas town, all she leaves behind is a single daisy in a mason jar and a haunting message: "They promised me peace." As Detective Lena Ward begins to investigate, she uncovers whispers of an isolated group hidden deep in the Ozark forest. They call themselves The Garden-a place of purity, rebirth, and blind obedience. What begins as a missing person's case spirals into a harrowing descent into spiritual manipulation, ritual control, and the devastating power of one man's twisted faith. Camille Hart escaped The Garden. Ruthie didn't. Now, Lena must piece together the truth before more lives are claimed-and confront the chilling reality that some roots don't die quietly. A gripping and emotional novel about belief, survival, and the scars cults leave behind, The Garden asks: What happens when faith becomes fear-and who will speak for the lost?
  • Camille: The Thread of Light by REDbesmonte
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    Camille: The Thread of Light Genre: Manila Noir | Tactical Survival | Cyber Dystopia Camille Taguinod was supposed to be dead. She wakes with broken bones, wired jaw, and zero signal-buried by a system that once trusted her to clean up its mess. But Manila doesn't forgive, and it never forgets. Now off-grid and off-script, Camille rebuilds herself in the shadows. No handler. No backup. Just fragments: a glitched payload, a fake alert system, and a crew of ghosts stitched from paranoia and purpose. She's not here to fight back. She's here to end the pattern. Survival isn't enough. Someone has to rewrite the rules."
  • Joe Was Here  by backgroundmusik
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    He woke up in the dirt, out of time and out of breath. The forest was wrong. The silence was listening. Joe Rogan-comedian, fighter, skeptic-wasn't supposed to be here. But now he's deep in the world of Earth's Children, where spirits walk, signs matter, and survival is never solo. He's carrying a baby. He's walking beside a man born of two worlds. And he's doing his best not to break before the next cold night. There are ghosts that don't forgive. Magic that doesn't care what century you're from. And sometimes, what the world needs... is a dad. Joe was here.
  • Path of the cartel king by Mirnes1337
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    The story follows Ivan Malin, who arrived in America as a child from Belgrade, growing up in the harsh streets of New York's Ironclad neighborhood. Dark, intense, and atmospheric, it emphasizes gritty realism and the psychological depth of the protagonist. The story carries a cinematic aesthetic, featuring elements of nightlife, underground fights, illegal races, and conflicts with organized crime. Ultimately, this is a tale of survival, power, revenge, and the inevitable consequences of life in the underworld. It is not yet finished but is intended to be a novel..
  • Family Façade by CP2PRODUCTIONS
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    Every family has a story. Ours just happened to unravel at the funeral. One mother's truth. One son's disbelief. One sentence that tore through silence: "Paul was an asshole." Family Façade cracks open the polite rituals of grief and exposes the raw, unfiltered honesty hiding beneath "thoughts and prayers." A follow-up to Happy House - this poem stares straight into the mess we inherit, the laughter that leaks through pain, and the sacred chaos of finally telling the truth. - From the collection "Barbed Wire Psalms" (part 6 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)
  • Armorborne: The Lies We Wear by VerseWarrior
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    In Stonebrook, survival is the only rule. Fifteen-year-old Ezra Thomas knows how to stay invisible-at home, at school, in the streets. But when a classmate is violently attacked and Ezra sees something no one else does-a shadow curling from the bully's mouth, whispering lies that feel alive-he's forced to face a truth he's not ready for: The war isn't just in the streets. It's in the spirit. Drawn into a hidden battle between darkness and light, Ezra begins to uncover secrets buried in scripture, echoes of ancient truths, and a calling that could break him-or save everyone he loves. With a frayed Bible verse in his pocket and fear gripping his chest, Ezra must decide: will he keep running from what he sees... or will he stand and fight? Even if the first battle is in his own soul.
  • The Family I Never Asked For by TwinkSmasher300
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    Ponyboy isn't a Curtis. He doesn't even know the Curtis folks. His name is Ponyboy Mitchell, and his mom just died recently. Events lead to others, and Ponyboy is placed in an emergency foster home by the state. He is stuck with the Curtis family: People he doesn't even know at all.