histórias de Innervoices

**"Red van parked. Numbers standing out - 555888. Old man steps, glances, shadows moving. I sit. I watch. I breathe. Every detail tells a story. Every moment matters. The world swirls around me, yet I remain grounded. Quiet strength, presence, and observation - Seeing what others miss. 🌸 Do you notice the small moments that speak the loudest?"**

In the shadows of memory and the whispers of the unseen, Endless Echoes dives into the raw, unfiltered essence of life-where flesh and bone meet blood and spirit. A journey through grief, power, and the unspoken truths that linger long after the world has moved on. Dare to look closer, linger longer, and feel the pulse of every word.

A fragmented dialogue between color, confusion, memory, and madness - "It's Pink" unravels like the last recording of a black box. It's a descent into the psyche of someone caught between reality and hallucination, truth and denial, fire and flood. This piece echoes the haunting realization that some truths are too heavy to carry - yet once uncovered, they change you forever.

Then I take a step forward-one foot on the road- And that's when I hear the blaring horn. A woman screams like she's seen a ghost. Tires screech. The next thing I know, I'm on solid ground. My books are scattered. I feel disoriented, numb and confused. A strange scent hits my nose-warm, sharp, metallic... like rusted iron under the scorching sun. It's blood. My own. Everything spins, like I've been put under a sleepy spell. *** Keisha only 18 hears voices in her head. Her self split into three. To keep her surviving in this unfair world. Michael only 19 hears his father's expectations. Having to be the next successor, a lot of pressure has been loaded onto him. She hides behind silence. Not ready to be open or vulnerable to anyone. He hides behind ambition. Trying to prove himself worthy of his father. When an accident throws them together, neither expects to stay. But through tutoring sessions, quiet meals, and unspoken glances, something fragile begins to grow. In the silence of herself, she found him. And in the mess of her world, he began to understand his own. *** 💌 Hey reader, why don't you follow the journey of Michael and Keisha. You may find out that their story is quite relatable to you. Thanks for reading and your support! Chapters drop everyday now since school is closed. Hit that star and follow to keep up 🧡 One question: Fo you have voices in your head? - With love, Winifred (a.k.a thequiethealingpen)

In "Whispers of Silence," Noah, a reclusive sound engineer, and Mira, a deaf artist, form a deep connection as they explore the unspoken emotions of life through sound and art. Their bond is tested when a mysterious radio frequency reveals haunting melodies that mirror their personal fears and unexpressed feelings. A moment of vulnerability leads to misunderstanding, but ultimately, they discover that love transcends silence and words, as they confront their hidden truths together.

Bound by ice. Hunted for his blood. Inside him sleeps a god that once defied the heavens.Yuki After surviving the massacre of his clan, Yuki discovers a monstrous truth: a dragon older than time slumbers within his soul. As empires move to erase him, and ancient powers stir from beneath the world, Yuki must decide if he'll fight as a man - or rise as something far more terrifying.

In a world where shadows breathe and sanity fades, a man awakens to the curse of his own rebellion. He is haunted by whispers that call his name, by echoes of memories he never lived, and by reflections that want to consume him. As reality fractures and madness takes form, he must face the darkest version of himself - the one that hungers to be free. Between the lost light and the devouring void begins a descent into the unknown... A journey of madness, identity, and rebirth. The Rebel's Curse: Awakening - where the mind becomes the battlefield, and the soul pays the price. #TheRebelsCurse #DarkFantasy #PsychologicalThriller #SupernaturalHorror #MindAndMadness

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Dark thoughts causing trouble for soul and mind ,but hope then whisper "You can do it".

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

In a town too quiet and a house that hums when no one's speaking, a man returns to a life he's been told is his. The journals say he's healing. The therapist said he was ready. The pills have stopped. But the static hasn't. When a forgotten file surfaces, and a name-Raymond Shelton-rattles loose from the past, the voices return. Whispers tucked in margins. Red ink where blue should be. Pages that write themselves. As he dives deeper into Raymond's fractured legacy, guided by torn coordinates and buried confessions, the man begins to question whose memories he carries-and whether the self he trusts is even his at all. Some minds don't break all at once. Some tear thread by thread. This is the story of a descent.

Hello internet, I'm Bedelia Saint. there is nothing special, extrordinary, or likable about me. This is just my view about the world through a series of rants. Enjoy my realistic view on the shit-storm we call life.

Falling into the abyss I've created for myself no one can help

𝑰𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆: In a world ruled by power, secrets, and psychological scars, two broken pasts begin to unravel-one obsession at a time. A dark psychological romance of memory, madness, and murder. He's not just her past. He's the danger she never saw coming.

Teens have different feeling which lead them to good paths, bad paths or confused paths. Which path will the D'Mello cousins go to?

Wella has always talked to herself. Not just in passing, not just when she's alone, but in the way people do when the silence feels too sharp. What she never realized is that something, or someone, was always listening to her shpeels. After a brutal heartbreak and a season of bone-deep silence, the air around her begins to change. Rooms begin to breathe. Shadows hold still. And the dead start speaking... but not as the ghosts you and I know them to be. These dead come as mirrors. They echo Wella's thoughts, finish her prayers, and feed her a power she doesn't fully understand. A magic born from profound grief. Imagine having the power to force someone to confront the pain they've caused? Wella learns to summon that pain... to pull it from others and show it to them like a reflection they can't look away from. But what she's not prepared for is how her own pain fights back. The voices that taught her to shrink. The boys who bruised her spirit. The parts of her that still ache to disappear. None of them go away quietly. And then there are the ones watching. The ones who desperately want what she has... To survive this awakening, Wella will have to stop pretending. Stop performing her weakness for other people's comfort. She will have to claim the voice she once gave away. Because magic born from grief does not wait for permission. And Wella? Babygirl... the universe said, "Step it the fuck up. The ancestors are cosmic side-eyeing."

A long time ago, three deities joined together to make a power that controls and balances all of the universe's elements. Gaia, the Goddess and creator of all lives, represented Earth. She brought the power that creates the plants, food, and animals. Poseidon, one of the twelve Olympians, God of the seas and other waters, brought the power to balance the waters. Finally, Hephaestus was invited to help. He was the God of fire, metalworking, forges, and sculpture. These three powerful beings brought their powers together only to learn that they were missing something. One last element. Air. Gaia asked for the assistance of Aeolus, the God and Keeper of Winds, but he was too busy, and did not want to personally contribute to their plan. Therefore, he sent the Anemoi. The Anemoi were wind Gods who each had respective seasons, conditions, and points of the Earth that they had to control. And so, the Anemoi, the Goddess of Life, the God of Fire, and the Protector of the Seas created an orb. This orb maintained all of their powers and balanced the Earth. Any one of the gods could use the orb's full powers in case of an emergency as a weapon. The plan had worked for years. Only once did they have to use its full power when Olympus was under attack. The deities realized that they couldn't keep the orb from being abused by the gods, and couldn't protect it on their own, so Gaia created a new species. Almost human, but this species had powers. Powers much like the Gods. These people either had powers to control the earth, water, air, or fire. Gaia wanted to keep the groups separate, but allow the people to feel like they had a place where they belong. She made eye color an indicator for each clan. Gaia, trying to be open-minded, allowed interbreeding, however she didn't allow their DNA to mix different powers together. You only get one.

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