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.

People stay up late and start thinking about their life. What could have been, why they didn't say something at a specific moment and the problems they are facing. This results in being crawled up in a corner crying to your heart content. This small notebook will describe some feelings which can run through our mind.

Sometimes we lay awake at night, thinking. Sometimes the voices in our head won't quiet down once the noise of daily life has gone away. Sometimes all our emotions feel like bursting out of our heads. That is when I write. I write to try and calm the voices. I write to try and find peace. I write in hope that maybe someone else will understand. And maybe that someone will be you. So take a read. Listen to a couple of my late night ramblings. See if maybe you understand, maybe you feel something in my writing. I don't know. Maybe you will. It's up to you.

A collection of abstracts, and free verses; a sequeal to Paperclipped Poetry. Thanks to @Yandere-Smile for the amazing cover.

in this book, I'll collect all my poems, songs, and such. So let's see where creativity takes us!

A hurt girl letting her mind wonder Poetry Short stories One nerdy boy One emo girl A could've been love

It's just me talking.....finally telling truthfully about who I am and what I think

johnny is the exception (to the numbness). © JUGULARS 2019

those thoughts and feelings that you have to yourself but never get spoken and are casted away, they're here. words flowing through my mind in a form of poetry. TW⚠️ eating disorder, self harm, suicide, abuse, relationships

TW Collection of poetry all written by me:)

This will be some of my thoughts and i really hope im not the only one that thinks this way-

"Some people aren't strangers the first time you meet them... they're unfinished sentences from another life." Elara never meant to fall for Leo-the quiet, distant boy who wore his silence like armor. He wasn't supposed to matter. He wasn't supposed to make her feel seen in ways no one else ever had. But he did. What started as innocent messages turned into late-night calls, soft laughter, shared wounds, and unspoken promises. They built a world between them-a fragile, hidden one where hearts learned to trust. But Leo has secrets, and Elara has scars. One wrong move, one painful misunderstanding, and everything begins to crumble. Now she must decide: hold on to what almost was, or let go of someone who never fully stayed? A story of quiet love, emotional chaos, and the heartbreak of almosts. 💔 Will love be enough when the truth unravels?

Midnight thought are the worst

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

litterly as the title says

poetry surrounding unrequited love.

just a thought by me because I don't have anyone to talk to

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

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.