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A young man's life takes a dark turn after a tragic accident leaves him with a rare and unsettling physical condition. Plagued by social anxiety, he retreats from society, hiding himself away to avoid the stares and whispers he fears his condition might attract. His world is small, confined, and lonely, drained of colour and hope. But everything shifts when a new neighbour moves in - someone whose presence may offer a chance for change. Could this unexpected connection bring light back into his life, or will his unique affliction forever bind him to a world of solitude? Updates will be on Mondays and Fridays. Narrations will be in Tamil + English. -Mahish

Secrets lie buried in shadowed corridors, memories long forgotten clawing their way to the surface. The past refuses to release its grip, dragging everything deeper into darkness. Flickers of light appear, brief and fragile, offering glimpses of escape-but each attempt only reveals the abyss is deeper than before. Every hidden truth, every unspoken moment, waits patiently... ready to consume.

Before I Go is the final chapter in Darvaty Fuller's brutally honest journey through the darkest seasons of his life. This biography opens the door to the silent battles most people never see - the kind fought in the mind, the heart, and the quiet moments when the world expects you to smile while everything inside you is breaking. Through raw memories and unfiltered reflection, Darvaty guides readers through a storm of emotions: anxiety that tightens its grip without warning, the unpredictable highs and lows of bipolar struggle, anger that burns like a wildfire, and the crushing weight of pain that comes from betrayal, loss, and the constant noise of critics and haters. Every chapter steps deeper into the war within - a place where doubt, fear, and darkness try to take control. But this story is not just about suffering. It is about confrontation. It is about staring down the demons that live inside your thoughts and refusing to let them define who you are. Before I Go is a journey through inner warfare - the kind that leaves scars no one else can see. It is the final word of a man who chose to speak openly about the struggles many people hide. For anyone who has ever felt overwhelmed by their own mind, trapped in cycles of pain, or forced to fight battles nobody understands, this book offers something rare: honesty. Sometimes the darkest chapters of a life are the ones that reveal the strongest truth.

The night they broke her, they laughed-because they thought she would never rise again. They were wrong. Pain didn't destroy her; it educated her. Every insult sharpened her mind. Every betrayal hardened her heart. She learned that survival isn't about staying kind-it's about staying alive. She once believed silence was strength. Now she knows silence is only dangerous when it ends. This is not the story of a girl waiting to be saved. This is the story of a woman who learned how to ruin the lives of those who ruined hers. 😈🖤 And this time, she is not asking for mercy.

အောက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ရှောင်းမော့ အထက်ပုဂ္ဂိုလ် - ချူကျင့်လန် Total - 137

200 MPH thoughts. A Siren's song. A heart on the defensive. I've always been better at writing the worst-case scenario than living the best one. This is my digital diary: a collection of late-night entries about trust issues, existential dread, and the terrifying possibility that "forever" might actually be real this time. Welcome to the mess. Try not to get tangled.

They created the monster. A boy grew up in a house filled with silence, pressure, and wounds that no one could see. Every word cut deeper than a knife. Every mistake became a scar. One night, something inside him broke. Blood stained the floor. The house went quiet. But death was not the end. He was born again. Different face. Different family. Same pain. Memories return in fragments - flashes of anger, screams, red-stained hands. He tries to change. He tries to be better. But history has a cruel habit of repeating itself. Because no matter how many lives he lives... The rage follows. The blood returns. And the loop begins again.

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at. She is condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...

A world divided. A bitter love. A deadly competition. And no one knows who'll survive. In a world that's divided into four kingdoms, Drakenholt, Aloria, Caldraeth, and Zarynthia, you're defined by your magic. Melody LeClair is a Null-a person with no magic at all-and yet, she's a force to be reckoned with. Trapped in the brutal illegal arenas of the grimy and poor Zarynthia, she fights for money, desperate to care for herself and her younger brother, Ian. But when Melody defeats a legendary Drak with an illusion-creating ability, her life changes forever. Her victory catches the attention of the rich and powerful Drakenholt kingdom, and suddenly, Melody is thrust into a deadly competition known as The Culling. Chosen as one of the four representatives from Zarynthia, she must face off against powerful opponents from other kingdoms, all while navigating dangerous alliances. One of which is Thorne Craine, a prince from the Drakenholt kingdom and the exact symbol of everything Melody has been raised to despise, who sees Melody's fierceness as both a challenge and an opportunity. But as The Culling progresses, it becomes clear that only the strongest will survive. With lives at stake and betrayal lurking at every turn, Melody and Thorne must fight not just for victory, but for their very lives. Trust no one. Survive The Culling.

She was taught to be small. To be quiet. To hate her own reflection. Amara is a plus-size college girl drowning in shame, bullying, and invisible wounds. Every day is a battle just to exist without apologizing. Ethan never meant to get involved - but when the world keeps pushing her down, he becomes the one person who refuses to let her fall alone. This is a dark, emotional, slow-burn romance about pain, protection, and the terrifying act of being seen. If you've ever hated your body, felt unwanted, or struggled just to survive - this story is for you.

A woman suffering from psychological disorders finds herself in a quiet, dark room. She feels as if it happens every single day, over and over again. She asks herself countless questions, struggling to find the answers. And one day, the time comes for her to open her eyes and discover the whole truth about herself - a truth that will torment her soul and drag her into a living hell...

Trapped in a box of memories, doubt, and the shadows of the past, she struggles to find her way back to herself. The monsters that haunt her aren't just fears-they are reminders of love lost, connections that once meant everything, and the harsh whispers that tell her she'll never feel that deeply again. Through pain, reflection, and fragile hope, she learns that growth isn't about escaping the darkness, but taking steps forward anyway.

Teenage years are supposed to be beautiful. At least that's what everyone says. But nobody talks about the ugly parts. The constant overthinking. The jealousy you don't admit. The friendships that silently break. The way one small incident can ruin your entire self-worth. Rose isn't the prettiest girl in the room. She isn't the most confident either. She feels too much, thinks too much, and compares herself to Sia more than she'd ever confess. Between classrooms, group chats, awkward silences, and the need to be chosen Rose slowly realizes that teenage isn't a fairytale. It's messy. It's insecure. It's dramatic. It's ugly. The Ugly Teenage is not a love story. It's a story about identity, insecurity, friendship, and the quiet battles we fight while pretending we're okay.

"When seventeen-year-old Lyra Thorne discovers a strange machine buried beneath her home, she doesn't just travel through time-she confronts it. Thrown into a horrifying future where she's the architect of chaos, Lyra must journey into her own past, battle the monster she once was, and rewrite the course of fate. But time doesn't like to be changed... and neither does the version of herself she's trying to stop."

"To survive the noise of the world, you must first become its only inhabitant." In a world governed by sensory overload and emotional chaos, the ATARAXIS protocol is the ultimate escape. It is a neural masterpiece-a clinical procedure designed to induce 'The Prism.' It strips away empathy, muffles the screams of the masses, and grants the user a state of perfect, solitary peace. They call it the Prism of the Only Child. To the elite, it is a weapon. To the broken, it is a sanctuary. But for Tatsbita, the silence is a lie. As the third stage of the protocol locks into place, the system begins to fracture. A golden light bleeds through the chrome-plated void. A presence that shouldn't exist-cannot exist-tears through the digital inhibitors.

In a world where goodness is defined by order and cruelty is justified as necessity, children are chosen as vessels-bodies meant to carry power, blame, and responsibility for a system that refuses to name itself guilty. Aven is thirteen when he is sent on his first mission, labeled special and entrusted with a role he does not yet understand. As he follows orders, he begins to notice what others cannot: the silence where people once lived, the stench of death no one else smells, and the weight of a sword that grows heavier not with blood, but with guilt. While the system praises obedience and calls it protection, Aven is forced to confront what it truly means to be "good" in a world that survives by denying responsibility. His awakening is not heroic-it is isolating, gradual, and irreversible.

"Are you going to leave me, brother?" i asked in my childlike voice. "Let go of my arm, kayda. I need to go." he replied, not even looking at me. His face remained blank. "No, no, no! You can't go now! Daddy needs your help! Mommy's too sick to help and i can't do anything!" by now, tears were freely flowing down my face. "I won't say it again. Let go. Now. I'm leaving." again, he didn't even turn to me. "B-but... you can't! You just CAN'T!" as soon as i yelled that, he stood up from the snow covered bench and slapped me, his pointed gloves scratching my face, making me bleed. Instinctively, i let go of him to put my hands on my cheek. He stared at my with his dark green eyes that were once full of hope and turned, not looking back. i have no idea what i'm doing. this is for wattys2018 btw

Three different types of people from highschool reunite after their worlds collide. Kailia & Harley are two soldiers who's personalities could not be any more different. Robyn Cyrus is a successful actress who is barely seen in the public eye but is determined to find her missing piece. All characters are my own I don't own any of the music or pictures #29 military 9/5/21 #38 hoplessromantic 9/2/21

This is an EPIC: The Musical fanfiction! Here is the blurb: The king of Ithaca has finally returned home after his twenty-year long journey, ready to rebuild his life with the family he nearly lost. But home is not the end of the story - it's the beginning of a new kind of challenge. As Odysseus struggles to relearn peace, reconnect with Penelope, figure out how to be a father to a son who grew up without him, and battle against his own inner turmoil and trauma from his journey, the halls of Ithaca become their own unpredictable battlefield. "Ithacantics" follows the chaos, comedy, and heartache of a hero trying to navigate domestic life, divine interference, overcoming trauma, and the strange art of being human after becoming a legend, while also diving into backstories of well known and loved characters and the life of pre-Odyssey Odysseus. So, come along, old friend. I'm sure you know how this story goes - just not this part. (PS: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 400 VIEWS! I'm so glad people enjoy this as I was hesitant to post it here at first! Thank you all!)

An Octoling named Mona hated life. She hated being picked on. Her birth defect made her the most picked on throughout Inkopolis Square. All that changed one day, when Kensa stomped out the only fun thing to do. The Kensa Control was coming, and Mona had to stop it.