Nightthoughts Stories

There are things that happen at night that do not belong fully to dreams or to waking. Moments when the body goes still but the mind stays alert. When shadows feel deliberate. When voices sound familiar enough to answer, yet wrong enough to fear. When you are certain you are awake - and later realize you may not have been. This book is not about monsters. It is about losing control while fully conscious. What you will read here did not happen once, or in one place, or in one form. These experiences followed me across years, rooms, and stages of my life - changing shape, but never intent. Sometimes they whispered. Sometimes they watched. Sometimes they touched. Every incident in this book is real as I remember it. Some moments are clear. Others are fragments - sensations, fear, stillness, pain. Where memory faltered, emotion remained. Where certainty failed, awareness did not. If you have ever woken unable to move, if you have ever heard your name when no one was there, if you have ever felt fear before understanding why - this book may feel uncomfortably familiar. And if it doesn't, read carefully. Because once you become conscious in the dark, sleep is never entirely innocent again. Content Warning (15+) : This book contains intense descriptions of sleep-related experiences that may be disturbing for some readers. Themes include fear, loss of bodily control, altered states of consciousness, and psychological distress occurring during the night. Descriptions may trigger anxiety in readers with sleep-related disorders. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for readers 15 years and older.

Collection of my poems and night thoughts that I wrote together with the moon and coffee.

As title stated suicide stories that most likely will be based off of how I feel. Writing stories like this makes me cope with everything. Sometimes I wish that that is how I will end it all.

poetry surrounding unrequited love.

"And when she's alone, memories haunt her like ghosts" -Poems, Short Stories- I'll try my best to improve. Please do enjoy reading it :) ~Original work •started on 13 Oct 2016 • ended 24 Jul 2019 (I apologize for any mistakes in the old works I've made. The dates of each chapters I published mean something to me so I'm unable to edit the mistakes.)

poetry I. just a small collection of poetry, thoughts, excerpts and playlists... they get better after a while ☆ please do not forget to vote if you like it ☆ please do not steal

at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?

Night is kinder to me than day. A place where pain doesn't have to hide, and truth can exist without striking back. These writings are not stories. They are whispers born in darkness, written for the heart, not for judgment, not for rescue. If something here feels familiar, perhaps our nights keep the same wound awake.

Eternal Mood: ooof... Oho I knew it Hacker-San I see that you jumped in on this ;0

You lie there, heavy as stone, under the blanket of night. Your eyes, they murmur soft pleas- "Close us now, let the world fade." They flutter like tired wings, begging for the quiet gift of dreams. But sleep? It's a thief that won't come, slipping through your fingers like smoke

These are the words I never said out loud. The prayers I whispered to an empty room. The truths I only dared write once the lights were off. This is a collection of poetry for the quiet moments, the aching spaces, and the soft strength that grows in shadow. If you've ever reached for someone who wasn't there, if you've ever made a sanctuary out of your own stillness- these poems are for you. Let this be a place to rest. To unravel. To feel seen.

My own personal trashy book filled with all of my other trashy thoughts

__Author's favorite one__ #4 - night thoughts #710 - poem

Random things. Daily thought. About life. About love. Myself and you

In the dark recesses of the night, I heard the scribbling sound of woe and pain, Cursing its heart To leave her thoughts and leave her be, To dwell in the past for the future to repast, To rekindle once distinguished kindled fire of Passion and Memories ...

some thoughts might be too private for everyone to know, but i would absolutely love to share those that aren't like that ❤️ most of these thoughts would probably be written at the nights when i can't sleep

Just crappy short stories I think of while I'm sleep deprived :)

A collection of poems written on nights my brain won't let me sleep.

I just write how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking hoping some people will find themselves in it.

Most people don't get past the first page.