Innerbattle Stories

just some one-shots regarding my actual story.

Broken Arms (unORDINARY x OFA! Male reader). Will have inappropriate language and references. All rights reserved to Me @Hmoraisfilipe and of course UrU Chan. Read start...

Meet the woman that inspired me to be who I am. And who am I? I'm the niece of the best aunt.

She lost hope of living. She didn't understand that this all was gonna be better soon. She was gonna do it, and end her life. She just didn't know that there was light a...

Can you imagine a world where the sun doesn't set? Where no wind blows, and where no birds sing, You wake up to find yourself in this seemingly empty, lifeless world. An...

____There may need to be a possible trigger warning for this piece ____ Mirrors aren't the mere reflections of our own self. They portray images that we may see, others...

Petrah O'Brien has trained for years for this day. She has dedicated many years of her life in order to join the best of the best on the skating rink, but will she make...

Aura is a girl but not just any girl. A Hockey Girl. She's tough, Feisty, wild and Mysterious but when it comes to her close friends she's sweet, kind and goofy. But s...

Some small poems that I wrote. These are the feelings what I felt were killing me from inside constantly.

Two years. Two years has pasted for Hydroik. His life was finally turning out alright. Until his family had to visit. With no idea how to react Hydroik decided to give h...

What happens when a girl from a third world African country goes to Canada for the first time? Read on.. This book is about the adventures of an Ambivert (definition in...

IA, the new girl in town stuck in the past, and Yuuma, the local bad boy, an unsolved mystery. Both misunderstood, both always grieving, both broken. One meeting and the...

It has been months since I have new friends. No, they are not ghosts. Nor are they apparitions. Rather, they are voices. The one that would exist in the mind of a schizo...

An internal dispute between the voices within us. A constant battle we all go through. Some decisions that these constant battles may lead us to and some mistakes that m...

My heart speaks My hands type My mind races My words strike. Raita_san Instead of stealing others' works, let your soul speak and steal our hearts. Raita_san Cover by: me

I should be grateful for my hands, without them, my thoughts would be left in the dark. A collection of words made into sentences to relieve my heart from the burning se...

"I used to feel everything. I used to feel the breeze in my hair, her touch on my skin, the hold she had on me, my own heartbeat. Then she left me. Now all I feel i...

A simple poem to those who fight for their inner freedom.

Hi this is my first story ever Here is the start of the Prologue I could only sit and watch as it took her. Paralysed by fear I watched as it destroyed her, drenching i...

A collection of poems