Innervoice Stories

[This fic contains elements of dissociative identity and violent tendencies; however, the emotional core and romantic relationship remain unchanged. The story is partially inspired by the original canon.] (You only get to trust someone when I say "stop," Isak.) (Until then-don't be stupid enough to get yourself killed.) Within the silence and control of their families, Isak and Even learn how to survive before they ever learn how to love.

"Choosing myself is not a sin, it's an act of self-love and self-preservation. It's realizing that I am worth fighting for and that my happiness and well-being matter." *** Unspoken Words (Compilation of Quotes) The words I've buried. Written quotes that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they type the words I need to hear. This is my second book so please do vote for the chapters you like.

When did reality fractured?

A woman in her early 20s grapples with the task of rewiring her brain years after a severe mental breakdown. The poems in "tell me how u feel" reveal fragments of her perspective as the healing journey both progresses and retracts.

She was a dancer - radiant, free, with rhythm flowing through her veins like a forgotten song. Then came him - a boy with the soul of an artist and eyes full of promises. She saw an angel. She saw love. But what he painted wasn't love. It was possession, control - a slow erasure of everything she was. He didn't hold her, he reshaped her. He didn't love her, he rewrote her. Day by day, he turned the melody of her spirit into silence. He made her believe she was beautiful only when seen through his eyes. And in loving him, she learned to hate herself. "He didn't destroy her body. He destroyed the way she saw herself - And that was the cruelest masterpiece of all." A haunting story of love that felt like art - until it ruined the canvas.

When a lovable girl suddenly gives up on her interest to live a life, only because of one dreadful incident happened to her... Exactly what are her thoughts, what made her take such a valuable life? All secrets of human nature of people around us, who believe in 'MOVING ON' in their own lives, are revealed one by one along with a shift of 'emotional belief from agony to generous love' towards the helpless beloved ones for that girl. She certainly deserved a better life, a life partner & a kind of love she gives to others... Even after turning into ashes.. Would her soul be able to reunite with her first love --- FOREVER?

Meet, Emily, a gentle soul, drifts through life almost unnoticed amidst the noisy crowd. Her silent demeanor belies a world brimming with thoughts and dreams, yet she struggles to voice them. Amidst bustling gatherings, she finds solace in her thoughts, yearning for someone to truly understand her unspoken emotions. In a world where loud voices reign, Emily remains a silent observer, harboring countless untold stories within her shy smile, awaiting the right moment to share them. Emily's story reflects the essence of introversion, resonating with many introverts' experiences. She carries herself with calm and grace, preferring to observe and reflect rather than demand attention. Her inner world is vast and intricate, filled with thoughts and dreams, yet she finds it challenging to express herself in a world that values extroverted traits. Her longing for deep, meaningful connections echoes the desires of many introverts who crave genuine connections with those who appreciate their quiet depth. Emily's journey captures the quiet strength, deep introspection, and longing for authentic connection that many introverts navigate daily.

The future you has something to say-will you listen? When 17-year-old Aarav receives a letter from someone claiming to be his future self, he thinks it's a joke. But every word written is true-and terrifying. What if your future self warned you of a life you never wanted? Would you change direction, or keep walking with regret?

Weird times we're living. Then again, you could be having several weird years, without anyone knowing... keeping it inside? CAUSE.... AREN'T WE ALL JUST TRYING TO LIVE? If you're lost, I get it. I'm pretty much lost all the time, except when I'm here. SOOO, please feel free to comment if you've ever felt the same or if you have your own snippets of inspiration to share with us! We can be your support group :) ^^ Ahora en ESPAÑOL: Estamos viviendo unos tiempos bastante raros... todos encerrados como pollos en jaula (ya no tanto, pero yo no sé tú... yo sigo sintiendo las consecuencias de esos meses!) Aunque también... puede que ya lleves varios años sintiéndote rar@, fuera de lugar.... perdid@ o deprimid@... no? Solo yo? Ignórame entonces! 8) Pero si te identificas aunque sea un poquito.... que sepas que no estás sol@, YO ME SIENTO ASÍ CASI TODO EL TIEMPO! Excepto cuando estoy aquí, porque lo puedo dejar salir... y ser honesta. Así que siéntete libre de expresar tus propios sentimientos de soledad en los comentarios, pedir ayuda... o compartir anécdotas si eso te hace sentir mejor. Seremos como un grupo de apoyo! Y así evidenciarás que no eres el/la únic@. [Cover Image (Imagen para portada) by Anemone123 from Pixabay.]

A short way to say how important you are to me...

This story is a lot like other werewolf stories on here. Estrella is the mc of this story and she's always hated her birthday, especially the one where she would have to start looking for her mate. Meanwhile her soulmate, Preston, has been looking forward to finding his mate, wanting to get to know her ASAP

I think poetry is a beautiful art to capture one's feelings, to immortalise the heart's beats and to reflect one's soul. So here are few poems for those who know what power words hold.

John is a normal kid. Kind of. {So he chooses to think.} And he thinks a lot. Like... a *lot*. About the world. About people. About things that {probably don't matter} but feel like they do. And he has this voice in his head. [He calls it Spark.] Spark isn't evil or creepy or anything. He's just... him, but slightly louder, slightly weirder, and way more honest. They've always talked to each other. [It's normal. Probably.] Until Spark starts doing things John doesn't remember doing- like catching a dodgeball with zero reaction time. {Now he has questions.} Not just about Spark, but about himself, and the way people carry things they don't always talk about. And about a stranger stranger than him that [keeps popping up.] This isn't a story about going crazy. [It's about letting someone in.] It's about trust, [weird brain conversations], {quiet moments}, and realizing maybe you're not as alone as you thought. [Sidenote: This story is currently a draft and subject to edits/rewrites.] {What?? Why?} [Because the story isn't complete? Jeez, thought you would pick up on that...] {Sorry, should've thought of that.} [Should we be breaking the fourth wall like this?] {Meh. It doesn't really matter; it's just a book description.} [Should we be doing all of this in the book description-?] {...good point.}

Poetry I have written. Growing up with learning difficulties was my norm as a kid. I have always wanted to learn poetry and now it's something I have passion for. It gives me strength and determination and confidence in myself.

Listening to silent moaning of my heart.

Not every raindrop is just water - some carry joy, some echo silence, and some fall with the weight of unspoken pain. This poem explores how rain mirrors our emotions - dancing in happiness, comforting in loneliness, and translating the heart's silence into something the sky understands. A soulful journey through moments we often feel... but rarely find the words to say.

Her Orisons went Unheard.... Ranked ..28/4/19 #6..sadness #21...innervoice #3..rains

This collection emanates the beauty, truth and intricacy of my powerful imagination. I am indeed happy to be sharing it with you. My writing style may vary but everything is poured from my mind, heart and soul. Can you imagine whisking all three in ink? Its magical!✨

Lately a couple of atom bombs have been placed into my life. Ahh now you must be wondering what are those? It's getting personal but here we go. Have you ever been lied to by somebody whom was so precious to you? Like a ride or die partner but somehow something happened and triggered the explosion. That's okay because we humans are byproduct of our own environment and there are times where you would receive some unexpected guests into your space. The only difference it makes is how you deal with it. Here's the wisdom gained out of the situation: You can't deny what you're feeling at that very moment so please feel whatever you're feeling. Let it all out from your heart, mind, body and soul. Express your feelings and emotions openly without the thought of "what the other person would think." Place yourself first in this situation.

For those healing from their childhood trauma, and trying to protect themselves and their inner child I see you I hear you I'm with you