Insomniacs Stories

The origin and history of a YouTube group named "The Idiotics" by the eyes of Atticus (Oliver).

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛; 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑡;

The lyrics of Ed Sheeran's songs... (so far)

For them, love is as elusive as sleep.

pour que tout ce passe bieennnn

Can't sleep? Me neither. Come, let's talk. Let's spend the night together, talking about things you wish to discuss, things you wish you could share with your significant other on a rooftop at 2 a.m. Trust me, I've been there. I know how it feels to stay up, over thinking. If you can't sleep, maybe these ramblings will help. No, they won't help you sleep. But they will definitely help you ease your mind. Welcome to my book. I hope I could help.

Six and a half months ago Draven Tyler awoke at 3:33am to find his soon to be wife brutally murdered in bed next to him. Luckily the alleged murderer was arrested by the police. But, ever since that night Draven Tyler has developed extreme Insomnia. But things are about to get even harder for Draven.

Random

Just a collection of poems.

NEW ONESHOT STORY 2/21/2020!!! An anomalous tale of an ordinary, sleep-hungry man being plagued by what he thought was his curse, but turned out to be his key to escape from the shackles that truly bound him. During a frigid, remorseless early morning of winter, he experiences an unwonted and unforeseen encounter that changes his world and his view of it altogether. Read on to witness how he transforms his handicap into a handy cup of coffee to flavor the blandness of mundane normality. Teaser: The coldness of the gales licked at him from every angle. The would-be thieves of all the heat in his body. He shivered, and he swore that he heard the ice demons cackle in delight. The rushing winds whipped at him as they enveloped his sweater in paralytic frost, eliciting another curse directed to the heavens above. By the time he reached his destination, he was half-frozen and half-damned for all the blasphemes he had unleashed. The coffee shop was a welcome change from the unending cruelty of the winter dawn. The hungering scent of brewed coffee hugged every wall and molecule of the restaurant. Relaxingly elegant orange lights painted every surface, giving it a warm and welcoming atmosphere, perfect for such a tumultuous night. "T-this must b-be h-heaven!" Even his thoughts were shuddering. Too preoccupied with his temperature problem, he failed to notice a person in front of him, unaware of the disaster that the human icicle will bring.

LYRİCS

Story du compte x)

Ii have insomnia and I would like to give tips on how to deal with it

the sad hours. the lonely hours.

Various poems I have written over the years, most of them written during those long hours of the night when I can't sleep. I hope you enjoy them. I can't guarantee updates, it all depends on when the inspiration to write hits me. Credit to FallenFangirls for the awesome cover!

Jacob Melder. He's your average high school student. He's sixteen. He's what everybody calls a 'floater'. He's got friends in every clique. When one person from a special group of students confronts Jacob, and chooses Jacob as the next to join his growing group of ten people, what will Jacob do when he finds himself suffering from unexplainable symptoms that will most likely change his life forever? Will he accept his new found fate and stay with the group that want to accept him, or will he try to leave and suffer his fate alone with no help from anybody?