Innermonologue Stories

Read it when you can

Welcome to some of my thoughts because I have no one to share them with. Warning: this is going to be extremely unorganized... they're thoughts.

A poem for anyone who's ever felt unseen, ever questioned if they are lovable, what love should feel like, or ever held onto softness in a world that often forgets it. Read it if you're craving something real, something that lingers.

never-ending‚ never still. the fear‚ like thorns‚ does swarm‚ a fractured mind‚ forever ill. ﹛ scraps from the void ﹜

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A teenage girl, Angie, relives several memories whilst debating with herself over the concept of death.

As war looms in the world outside, one girl's inner turmoil rages just as fiercely. Caught between love, confusion, and unspoken expectations, she navigates the fragile space between friendship and something more with a boy who may not feel the same. While bombs haven't fallen yet, her heart has - and now she must face the question: is it love, or just a beautiful illusion?

Imagine a restaurent where every chair is different, where every table is different where every cutlery is different. A restaurant filled with art, light and music. Colourful food, colourful people, every time you enter it was a new experience. Thats The Ritch, a medium sized restaurent that opened 8 years ago, they started from noting and are now one of the most popular restaurent of the city. and like every year they are employing 8 new people to run their kitchen Ps: I tried to write like I think instead of like I learned to, it a little experiment, just for fun

Just a bunch of sh*t posts about my inner thots, monologues and thought spirals..... no that's not a typo. Starring: Kookie as the only one allowed access to the brain control room Kook-Book as The Horny sack of sht that takes over the wattpad section of the brain. Mando as the struggling art student Amanda as the Gayaotic Dumb*ss Thotimus Prime as the one who likes to randomly quote useless sht Amando Dazle as The psycho Conductor D. as the train-of-tho(ugh)t conductor. Mikey as Mikey, wondering what sort of alternate universe hell he's been trapped in and how he got there. Leo as the poor soul who just wants to sleep and eat all day without talking to anyone. featuring Liz as herself, hiding out in her fortress of solitude eating pretzels and judging everything from a relatively safe distance. Read at your own risk, Sht's about to get weird. You've been warned.

i do my best thinking at night

A bartender's ledger of blood and philosophy, where justice is a blade he sharpens nightly. His mortifying past whispers through the cracks in the floorboards-was it fate or the first sin? Now, in the hush of poisoned glasses and raven whispers, he weighs souls on a scale only he can read. "Murderers," he muses, swirling the ice in his glass, "are such delightful conversationalists. Pity they always leave so soon." Now, in the hush of poisoned glasses and raven feathers, he plays both judge and executioner. "Everyone deserves a fair trial," he chuckles, polishing a fresh glass, "and I always give them exactly what they deserve." The raven knows what he won't admit: there are no scales. Just a man who mistook his own bloodstains for divine ink. To the dead he mocks, for him suicide is something he can't adopt. The one living are the one to tell the tale, the time he swept and wept as nothing sustains. Made it so, so he can live, he endured and made it grim. For whoever fights with monster should see to it that he doesn't become a monster himself. (A fractured mind's manifesto, where morality is a noose, and every execution is a prayer.) (P.S.-The raven watches. The raven always watches.)

why can't you change, you ask? what holds you back and who? true inside of someone's mind.

A notification..... and a heavy day turned heavier.

A scrambled word soup that my phone's auto-recommended texts that is messy but kind of interesting. I did not write these.

What if our own thoughts - the harsh voice inside our heads - and every single person around us was wrong about who we are and the true nature of our experiences? A young woman is bullied, both internally and by the world around her, after one much talked about night she had under the bleachers with the most popular guy in school. Was she victimized or was it something else entirely? Maybe this time, she gets to decide.

Peal, a laid-back traveler, enjoys his lunch under a tree until a stray cat swoops in and steals it. Frustration quickly fades as he watches the hungry cat, realizing it's just an innocent creature trying to survive. Left with a messy, uneaten meal, Peal reflects on his careless vacation mindset in a quiet park, only to realize he's being secretly filmed by a passerby.

We all know that therapy is supposed to "fix" us. Everyone is pushing us to go, but therapy sessions are anything but easy. Being transparent is a lot harder than what social media leads you to believe. So there I sat...

An unnamed, unknown criminal is stationed on an outpost in the farthest reaches of space. Deprived of all human contact, they have one task: Watch The Void.

Inner thoughts of the executioner of worlds.