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Sickening. That's how they live their afterlives. In an insane, twisted and vile manner. We killed him. The one who did this to us. I thought it was over, but they... they changed. From the friendly faces I once knew, emerged monsters. Can I blame them? No. Not at all. It doesn't change who they are. But beyond those acts.. it... it's still them. Their hearts just rusted, time claiming their insides, and their wonderful selves. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Foxy, the pirate fox, now the only semblence of humanity left in this damned place, sits in his cove. fabric moldy, curves basically engraved into the curtain, each of them telling their own tale through the journey that is afterlife. How they progressed after their lives were claimed by a maniac. They say after death you see darkness, but Foxy didn't expect that kind of darkness. One corrupting your soul, blooming flowers of hate at each passing moment. Escape is not an option. Go out into the public and you'll get rewarded with containment and experiments. Golden Freddy's words, no one questions them given how pissed he was that day. That corruption in his soul now spread to his body, sending agonising reminders at every step taken. Then there is the other way of escape... but death is long overdue. Finding inner peace is impossible, since you feel EVERY SINGLE THING whilst deactivated... or dismanteled... you name it, you'll still feel everything. The only escape Foxy had, was walking through the forest at night. No people, no problem. Staring at the nights sky, looking at how peaceful everything looked was that tiny puzzle piece foxy wanted in his life. True peace will never come, but hey, no matter how dark it gets, the sun will always rise. Little did he know that he would be the one to rise to the ocasion, and save someone who was never supposed to see the sins of humanity. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Art by Myinsanebestfriend on deviantart, placeholder till I draw my own cover ;w;)

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAOTIC ASS BOOK... This book is NOT for: • crybabies, • fake deep Facebook philosophers, • people who start drama then post "protecting my peace ✨," • or grown adults still acting like emotionally damaged raccoons in a Walmart parking lot. If you opened this book just to laugh and continue making the same dumbass decisions... PUT THE BOOK DOWN. Riku is staring directly at you right now. Disappointed. Holding coffee. Probably judging your ex too. ⸻ LET'S BE REAL FOR A SECOND This book got: • profanity, • roasting, • aggressive life lessons, • emotional damage repair, • and enough sarcasm to send your toxic ex into cardiac arrest. If you READ this shit... USE this shit. Because if you finish 17 chapters and STILL: • chase messy people, • ignore red flags, • argue online at 2AM, • text people that clearly hate you, • and keep returning to toxic situations like a confused movie character... THEN CONGRATULATIONS. You are now a Certified Premium Deluxe Dumbass™. ⸻ Riku kicks open the office door dramatically. "LISTEN HERE YOU BEAUTIFUL DISASTER." Lightning sparks behind him. "This book ain't magical." "It's not gonna fix your life while you sit there eating microwave noodles texting people named 'Taequan 💔'." YOU gotta: • set boundaries, • heal, • walk away, • respect yourself, • and stop letting goofy ass people ruin your peace. ⸻ SIDE EFFECTS OF THIS BOOK MAY INCLUDE: • finally saying "hell no" • blocking toxic people • self-respect • laughing aggressively • emotional growth • random confidence boosts • and realizing half your stress came from entertaining idiots ⸻ FINAL WARNING If you get offended by profanity... Leave now. If you hate accountability... Leave now. If you think every toxic person deserves "one more chance"... OH YOU DEFINITELY NEED THIS BOOK. ⸻ Riku takes one final sip of coffee. "N

Intense poetry from a destructive black Caribbean native without a filter.

My wild freindship with my own thoughts, the pain of unspoken abuse and the woman who gave me this nightmare is the same person i desire to be with the most.

This is something my friend and I wrote after school. I brought up the subject that if you say a word a lot of times, it starts to either sound like a different word or you think that you are pronouncing it wrong and the same thing goes with writing the word. My friend came up with "chair" and why we call it that. so I present to you, MANGO'S EVOLUTIONARY THEORY OF CHAIRS!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I could tell you that there are no problems. That having my dream job gave me a perfect life. That it's all going to be okay in the end. But I can't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"No Kaycee!... you need to stop lying to yourself " "No ... you! ... you're the one who needs to stop lying to me okay!" She said pointing her finger at me angrily . I took a step closer to her erasing all the space between us ... making her finger poke my chest. She immediately lowered her finger with a sigh . "This isn't me ... I'm not a cheater" she said shaking her head before looking down at her bright pink Jordans. "Its not cheating if you guys are on a break " I said before cupping her cheecks with my hands ... making her look at me . "But what about your brother? " she said hesitantly looking at my lips and back at me clearly thinking what I was thinking ."What he doesn't know won't hurt him and what doesn't kill him makes him stronger ... so he'll also benefit from this .... in the future "I said right before i leaned in and kissed her ... fulfilling both our thoughts ,giving her no time to even think of replying.

A story about me and my life Only from tisbyear so far

Twenty Eight Days is a raw and unfiltered journey through grief, struggle, and resilience. It chronicles the heavy weight of loss, the isolation of life on the edge, and the small but profound moments of human connection that spark hope. Written with brutal honesty, it captures the emotional turbulence of living through hardship while searching for meaning, stability, and a reason to keep going. Every line reflects pain, vulnerability, and the quiet strength it takes to survive-even when the world seems to have forgotten you.

I right about all my crushes so buckle up

this story is about how my so called bestfriends used me !!!

This collection of poems began in 2014 and is still unfinished. Take it as you will.

Don't stress, just vibe

After losing Jeremy, a group of friends take a vacation in mountain cabin. In search of closure they confuse in one another as they mourn the death of their friend.

honestly there's no possible way to fully describe how everyone feels. we're all different and I'm just writing out how I feel... if you relate, then awesome, if not, then....