Истории Innerbattles

Rily is running-yet he doesn't know why. At twenty-five, full of potential but haunted by fear, distractions, and self-doubt, he finds himself trapped in the battle with his own mind

A story born from tangled love, unspoken wounds and the kind of pain that refuses to stay quiet. It's messy, honest, and brutally human.

She was a girl who wrote her feelings down-because saying them out loud never felt safe. In a world that called silence strength and tears weakness, she learned to bleed quietly. From growing up unseen in her own home, to surviving betrayal, rumors, and the almost unforgivable-this is her journey. A journey through pain, shame, strength, and survival. She never asked for pity. She just wanted to be understood. "And She Learned to Bleed Quietly" is not just a story- it's a confession. Of all the things she could never say out loud. If you've ever felt invisible in a room full of people, if you've ever broken quietly while the world moved on- this story is for you.

They say the worst chains are made of steel. But the real ones? They're stitched in silence, guilt, and invisible scars . > Behind every quiet smile lies a storm no one ever saw. This isn't just a poem-it's every silent scream, every invisible wound, every chain we wear with grace. For those who never cried out loud. For the ones who kept breathing through the fire. You are not weak. You are the wildfire they failed to silence . "Chains You Can't See" is a journey through invisible battles, unspoken pain, and the quiet fire to break free.

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 sensation of unwritten thoughts. Raita_san.

"Guys what are we going to do?" Ray asked with a panicked expression on his face. "I don't know," Carter said in a low voice. "Chase this is all your fault," Ray yelled. "No," Mason defended Chase who hung his head low." We're all to blame." Just then a knock is heard at the door. A silence engulfs the entire room. None of them dares to ask the question that will lead them to accepting that nightmares do come true. Who's behind the door? *************** Follow the lives of four friends(practically brothers) as they deal with secrets from their past.

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 their whole life is changed. That one meeting....that one song....that one feeling...that one fear. Don't judge me for being cliche. And I don't own the cover, I just cropped the image and added a few effects and filters!

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

They say "it's get better" but what if it doesn't? This is my story __ raw, messy and unfiltered . written by someone who's still trying to find a reason to stay.

Everyone thinks Ava is okay now. She laughs, she listens, she shows up. But behind her quiet smiles and steady presence, she's still carrying wounds no one can see. Invisible Wounds is a deeply emotional story about silent struggles, quiet strength, and the ongoing journey of healing when the world believes you've already recovered.

just some one-shots regarding my actual story.

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the story is about an individual who has an inner battle that they must survive

A journey through silence and shadows, where strength is forged in solitude and power rises from the unseen. This is a tale of resilience, of battles fought in the mind and spirit, where crowns are earned through pain, and the voice of the unspoken reigns supreme. Darkness meets light, betrayal meets destiny, and every word bleeds truth unfiltered."

Celestina, a once-powerful angel with chaotic abilities, loses control of her powers, and casts her memories into oblivion. Centuries later, on Earth, her shattered mind struggles to piece together her fragmented past. But salvation arrives in the form of Michael, an enigmatic figure who recognizes the lost angel. Their connection is immediate, but Celestina's mental agony persists, manifesting as haunting nightmares that embody her deepest self-hatred. As the two embark on a journey to restore Celestina's memories and heal her fractured soul, they discover that her chaotic powers were drawn away to a mysterious realm. It's a world where spirits wage an eternal battle between light and darkness, and Celestina is destined to play a pivotal role. With each step, their bond deepens, while the line between their struggles and the destiny of the spirit world blurs. Will Celestina overcome her own darkness, find solace in love, and fulfill her role in the battle for the spirit world's fate?

A selection of short, quick poetry that I write daily and will be uploading frequently!

I grew up in a house that looked whole from the outside but inside, it was built on silence, fear, and unspoken rules. My father left without goodbye, running from the consequences of his own sins. He left us with nothing but broken promises and a quiet storm. And when he disappeared, my mother changed. Soft hands became strict voices. Gentle hugs turned into curfews and warnings. I wasn't punished with bruises but with limitations. I could go out, but not too often. I could speak, but not always be heard. I could live... but never on my own terms. To my mother, it was protection. But to me, it felt like punishment for something I didn't do. And in that house, being the eldest daughter came with expectations: Be strong. Be silent. Be perfect. Don't talk back. Don't ask too many questions. And whatever you do don't be like your father. Every day, I learned to lie. I smiled when I was hurting. I agreed when I wanted to scream. I stayed even when all I wanted was to run. Because in our home, emotions were unsafe. Dreams were too risky. And wanting more was... forbidden. I wasn't looking for love. I was looking for space to breathe. A life not ruled by fear. A place where I could finally say: "I am not my father's sin. I deserve to live freely."

This is my story, about loving the wrong people, the birth of a son.., and the darkness in all of us...

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.