Истории Insomnia

They say the deepest conversations happen late at night, when the sky is dark, the stars are bright, and the brain is too tired to hide feelings or filter what you're trying to say. So what happens when the blonde beauty with insomnia and the cowboy who stays up all night start texting every night? Read to find out!

Charlotte is a quiet academic, she keeps her head down and focuses on the jobs that she is forced to face. No-body knows her secret, and for good reason, it's not their business. She's too tired for many friends, for people who she actually cares about, instead she buries her face in her desk during the day , and at night she simply dives into coursework. Finley is a fairly popular guy, he's in a few of her classes, but doesn't know much of her since he's new, in fact nothing at all. That's her specialty, staying hidden, hiding from others and the spotlight that continues to circulate around uni. Until one day Finley and Charlotte find themselves closer together than ever intended.

These stories are a full transcript from each episode of my "Melody's Ambient Sleep" series 4 podcast. Each podcast episode features soothing ambient music and either a short story or poem read in my calming voice. All produced to help you drift into a deep sleep. I release new podcast episodes and stories every few days. Enjoy listening or reading the transcripts in this book. 🎧 To find all my Podcasts, such as 'Melody's Ambience Meditation', just search for 'Melody's Ambience' in your favourite app. 💌 You can get in touch with me @melodysambience on Facebook and Instagram or email melodys.ambience@gmail.com Melody❤️

Sanam doesn't believe in love - only in choices. But her dreams and her obsession with a name saim never let her feel that love doesn't exist. So when she agrees to marry Raza, it isn't for romance. It's for stability. For control. For the life she has carefully planned - a future built on ambition, not emotions. But some things refuse to stay buried. Her dreams begin to change. A name she once whispered at thirteen. A name her heart never truly forgot. As the lines between dreams and reality begin to blur, Sanam is forced to question everything she believes in. Is she living the life she chose... or the one her soul has been trying to remember all along?

As you can probably guess from the title, this is a sans au oneshots book. I'll have a requests page so you can put in requests for a story, or a ship, or really whatever as long as it is sans au. I'm down to write about all kinds of things, fluff, angst, or whatever. I'll be writing from multiple multiverses, so if you have a multiverse you want me to write from i'll be down! Not all of these oneshots will have ships, but if it does, i'll put the ship at the beginning of the chapter. My favorite ships are insomnia, dreammare, swapxerror, errorxstarsanses, and errorxdreamxnightmare, but i'm still willing to write about any ship you might request. The only ships I won't be doing is fontcest ships, papyrusxpapyrus ships (bc this is a sans au oneshot book) and sans x anyone who isn't a sans. Also I won't be writing any smut, bc first of all, I find it to be weird for skeletons to be fucking, (like how would they even do it?) and i'm shit terrible at writing smut too lol. But I may have implied smut in there idk though. so if you were looking for smut, you this book isn't for you! lol. but ofc there will still be lots of kissing and cuddles and fluff, And i'm a big fan of angst so the first two stories will most likely be angsty lol, but i'll still write a lot of fluff! And if I have any grammar mistakes, or typos, please don't be shy to tell me. sometimes i'm too lazy to edit, or don't catch all my mistakes, so it'd be a big help if you can make a comment about it, I won't find it rude. Last but not least, my upload schedule is whenever I feel like it, or whenever I'm bored or just in the mood, so don't expect consistent uploads also bc life and school. But i'll try to upload at least once a month lol. Though if i'm gone for to long, or you just want an upload, don't be afraid to spam my comment section and dms, if I have enough spam clogging up my notifications, maybe i'll find the motivation to write and leave from the shadow realm lol. Anyway, enjoy!

insomnia. /inˈsämnēə/ noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.

She cannot sleep because her body is in another time zone. He cannot sleep because sleep has long since abandoned him. In the streets of New York after midnight, a jet-lagged woman and an insomniac man collide and fall into a fast, feverish romance lit by city glow, sleepless wandering, and the dangerous feeling that the night belongs only to them.

A fantasy western about a mentally ill but physically strong man on a journey of revenge exploring wide open deserts as he battles monsters both external and internal. Occasional art. Feel free to hate im trying to get better at writing. Please read it I need the feed back 🙏 It has an interesting magic system i promise 🙏🙏🙏

Meet Aiden. A 13 year old surface boy. His life was pretty messy. In his life, he ad a set of rules. Feelings suck, always on look out, never make friends. He was pretty brash and harsh and was never afraid to show sarcasm. Never make friends. His number 1 rule. And one thing about him...He's a half-mute. He has the DNA of a spider inside him. His life was messy and was basically the rudest thing there was...But what would happen if he met a certain purple jaguar girl who is the exact opposite? How would he change for the better? How would he unlock the full potential of the spider? And most importantly...could he connect again with a feeling he lost long ago? And will he help Kipo with her journey as she helps him?

It's back bitches! That's right! IVE BROUGHT BACK AN OG! If you don't know this story and why I'm bringing it back then u genuinely haven't been a long time fan(no problem with that) just know if you did read the original There will be some changes...wait what? *looks at script*oh fuck thats about it...Anyway, fuck it we ball. Enjoy the shit show and MEMES!!!

A Dog in Yogtowers was a crazy idea for many of the Yogscast Members but now they couldn't live without her. This little stray will bring them all together and join the Yogscast as they grow. From video to lifestream, E3 to GameCon, their new four legged friend will be there. (All Names and Series' are Yogscast Property, This Fanfiction is just for fun not for Profit) (This was my first WattPad fic, so it isn't prefect but I will be doing I huge edit of it soon, due to my improved writing skill)

On March 30th, 2022, my friend @Undecided_404 and I were at a sleepover when one of our friends randomly deemed me the "purest of the group" and went on to talk about how innocent I am. This went on for a few minutes, and once I got a chance to speak, I said, "I'm literally the one who roleplays smut with strangers on Omegle." The room seemed to go quiet. Later that day, I was bored at this friend's house, having grown tired of attempting to watch Heartstopper while a certain loud mouth of the group was raging over something, hell if I knew what, but he wouldn't shut up. So we ditched it, watching all but two episodes. I sat on the recliner, my laptop open as I begged everyone around me not to bump it. (If you bump it, even slightly it reboots and I lose everything.) I was making a Gacha Club character I was super proud of (Don't judge, it's therapeutic to me) when Undecided asked if I could get on Omegle. She decided she wanted to roleplay one of my MHA starters, but wanted to match with me on her phone. 2nd try, we did match up, and this is what we created. The beginning was on Omegle, but after I had to go home, we decided to save the log's link and continue it on a shared doc. This story is far from finished, and while this version doesn't have any smut, a new version I'll later write, will. (We both decided we were uncomfortable doing such together.)

They said Joyce Lin never hurt anyone. She was quiet, unreadable, and known for smiling only when angry. But after crossing her, people lost friends, secrets spread, and sleep became impossible. Then she disappeared. Now stories of a girl with dark eyes and a cold smile appear everywhere. They call her Ice Smile. And if she smiles at you... it's already too late. Some monsters are born. Others are made. Her smile doesn't kill you. The truth does. They feared her heartbeat. They should have feared her grin. A human entered the mansion. None of them left unchanged. Pinterest pics are not mine, credits to og owners!

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we build altars from the fragments of a fractured world - raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. These poems draw from noir nights and Catholic introspection, unearthing resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions even as it clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulation, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, the collection favors practical gratitude over grand illusion - inviting readers to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than chaos. For readers who crave poetry that bleeds honesty, resists the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. A collection that listens for one blood's cry - and lingers like a half-remembered dream.

In the heart of an elite, tradition-bound Haveli, a miracle was born into a lineage of iron-willed men. For five years, she was their "jaan"-a girl worshipped as a living deity by her father and four protective brothers. But in this house, love is a double-edged sword, and "Honor" is the only law. ​One unexplained tragedy, one silent witness, and one misunderstood moment turned the family's crown jewel into their greatest shame. To preserve their pride, the men who once swore to die for her chose to erase her instead.

During an incident, Prowl, a Cyber-Ninja, runs into Bulkhead, a space bridge repairbot/aspiring artist with a similar problem. When they learn that they can only fall asleep when next to each other, Prowl realizes it may be more meaningful than he would like to admit.

The voice of those who struggle to express themselves...

An alternate universe where A Hat In Time [by Gears For Breakfast] is set in a psychic ward and anyone non-human in the game are human now.

When she was denied her Reign, he gifted her Hell. *** This is my first story... So be warned. Also I suck at descriptions so please check out the prologue if you can't decide.

Ever since the incident, Vance hasn't been the same. He wants to tell Bruce everything but he doesn't want to worry him. So he keeps to himself. (I will possibly add more chapters but I'm still thinking about it)