Hurtinginside Stories

Cassidy Faith always felt like the invisible sister. No matter how hard she worked, her mother only had eyes for Dianne. The golden child who could do no wrong. Even when Cassidy racked up honors at school, it barely registered. Dianne got all the celebrations. Cassidy learned to keep her head down and her feelings locked away, just aiming to finish high school near the top of her class. Then Dianne heads off to her dream university, and suddenly Cassidy turns the tables. She drops the news: she's earned a scholarship to study abroad. It stuns her family. As she gets ready to leave the Philippines, she pours her hurt into painting, using it to build a shield around her heart. But once she lands overseas, things don't stay simple. The new place, the new faces, they push her out of her comfort zone. Cassidy has to decide: does she keep everyone at arm's length, or finally let people in? And somewhere in the middle of all that, there's the question of her family. Can she patch things up, or is it time to stop looking back and start living for herself?

DCI Carl Mork, is a complicated man, a sad, broken but lovable man. After the shooting he gets anxiety and panic attacks, he'll hate it if anyone finds out, so he tries his best to hide it. Here he reconnects with his son strengthens friendships and bonds and learns to love and forgive himself. Full with trauma, angst and love, read to find out what happens with Carl in this story! Based on the new Netflix show! I don't own any rights to the show, only this fanfic! ;) If anyone has any suggestions for the story put it in the comments and I might just write it in!

Effy,she was beautiful,a 16 years old girl with a really hard life,fighting with depression,sadness,stress,people yelling at her,love coming around and fucking her over,school,you know school is a hard theme fighting of cause your whole life depends on your graduation. Making everything good and safe on her mind,trying to put them in order,he came into her life and change everything.

"I hope that I can find my worth in this world cause I am really broken inside.And I am the fragile one."-Ashleigh Winter Wilugh --------- Date Started:August 8,2021

I have a group of friends. And in that group of friends was a guy that I liked. And he liked me too, but something happens....

BEAR WITH MY GRAMMAR, I KNOW HINDI AKO FLUENT SA ENGLISH HAHAHAHA. DON'T JUDGEEEEEEE.

Short story of a girl and a boy

Isang babae na nagdadaan sa isang masakit at mapanirang relasyon sa kanyang asawang si Derek. From the outside, they seem like a perfect family, pero sa likod ng mga ngiti at masayang larawan ay may madilim na katotohanan na unti-unting sumisira kay Maya. Sa bawat pagkabugbog at pang-aabuso, unti-unting nawawalan ng pag-asa si Maya, ngunit may mga pagkakataon pa ring bumabalik ang kanyang lakas at determinasyon. As she journeys through her fears and struggles, makikilala ni Maya ang ibang mga kababaihan na nakakaranas din ng parehong sitwasyon. They will become her inspiration to fight for her freedom and reclaim her identity. Sa kanyang pakikibaka, matutunan ni Maya ang kahalagahan ng pag-ibig sa sarili at kung paano magpatawad, hindi lamang sa kanyang asawa kundi pati na rin sa kanyang sarili. This story is about hope, courage, and the fight of a woman for her freedom against violence.

kisses + marco = KissMarc is not kisses who write it okay i just saying what she feels and say . some phrase maybe wrong just correct me . most of all truely happen .

*Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.* ......but, I just couldn't, not anymore... I was so tired of begging people to love me.

**I am in a silent corner... Where there are things, but there is a void in the heart. I am breathing, but my heart... I have become a road long ago, Towards a city where there is only me... My desires... and my freedom. Sometimes my heart feels like - Leaving everything... Go on those roads where no one is known, Where at some unknown turn I just meet myself. But around every dream, There is some nameless body... Which is only felt, never shown. My path was different from all others... I took some turns by my own decision, And some paths were taken from me by time. The laughter that I never got in the gatherings, I lived it in solitude and with books. And now... A new path is looking towards me. Again the same solitude, the same journey... But this time... I will live life, not just by reading books. I don't want peace... I just want a small heaven... Where I can live for myself, Without hindrances, without fear. I am still here... But my heart is broken. And one day... I will also reach there... Where not only my name will be there... There will be my story."**

Hurt

short story about a high school relationship where one loves the other more, maybe even too much.

Short story..

Waiting for that special day

Some times you just need to write it down to feel it.

Across oceans and hours, little heartbeats were once written in the quiet space between sunrise in the Philippines and sunset in the British Isles. What she thought was tenderness, what she believed was being seen, turned out to be an illusion carefully timed and conveniently placed. These pages hold the voice of a woman who mistook consistency for sincerity, attention for intention. She believed walls were coming down, only to learn that some people don't knock to enter, they slip in quietly, rearrange the furniture of your heart, and leave without saying goodbye. What felt like safety was performance. What sounded like care was rehearsal. Each letter began as gratitude and ended as reckoning. A slow, painful understanding that being chosen is not the same as being kept, and that some connections exist only to teach you how deeply you can feel... and how quickly it can be taken from you. Hello from Your Favourite Time-Zone Problem is no longer a tribute. It is an autopsy of a love that never lived. A record of how easily hope can be manufactured, how intimacy can be faked, and how a woman learns, too late, that she was never a destination, only a stopover. This book is not for him anymore. It is for the woman who survived the truth, closed the door without apology, and finally chose herself when the illusion shattered.