Noises Stories

Are you a nosy person? Do you enjoy Facebook stalking? Would you read someone's journal if given the opportunity? Well here is your opportunity. Life is a journey and one that should be enjoyed. Follow me in mine and feel free to tell me more about yours! "Fine joy in the journey - now." Thomas Monson

A mystery/thriller.

idk what to put 🤷‍♀️ (pls enjoy :> cause I'm using my last braincells 🥲) (NOT COMPLETE)

challenge 24 - weird fiction

It's a mix of great events that lead up to a shocking conclusion. It shows a girl deciding what to do. That could possibly change her life.....forever. She knows what she has to do, but doesn't know how to do it. She seeks help, but will it be enough?

It's a short poem. My first attempt in writing one

two submarines named Beth and Olly

⚠️TW: Sexual content, rape, prostitution, suicide, absurdity⚠️ Misophonia is a fairly unknown disorder in which a person is emotionally effected by certain noises, like chewing, eating, smacking, kissing, and water running. These sounds trigger us and give us anxiety, depression, hopelessness, thoughts of suicide, and even sexual arousal. It can also make us want to harm the people triggering us. This book will just be about my personal experience with misophonia. I'm not done writing this book, but I'll be sure to write more soon along the way :)

My name is Cecilia Moore, I'm 16 years old. I come from a family, that pretty much makes me feel like the alien of the family the weird one, despite the fact that I'm adopted of course, and that I have Mexican roots. My biological mom gave me for adoption in the USA because she got stuck in prison trying to cross the bridge with me. I was only 2 years old when that happened. I remember crying for months. What makes me even weirder is my weak eye. Basically my right eye is misplaced, and its just a mess. To this day I visit my mom once a month and she always tells me stories about my "abuela"(grandma) and that she used to say that my weak eye was my powerful eye. It had sometime of power yet to discover. I used to believe that but I stopped believing it when I was ten. Even though last week something strange happened at the living room. A vision as I describe it. Something hazy but yet that something was willing to be seen.

what the heck! This is not a prank! This just happened to me! I'm kinda scared because of the door slamming shut but when i checked everything but one was the same! The door was a little closed but now almost all the way closed! And i just heard two noises in my room right now! I'm terrified!

A woman wanders down a vast stairwell. Her destination is unknown and irrelevant for something was after her. Following her down as her heart pounds and her head spirals. What is after her? Will she reach her destination? Read to find out! Comments and feedback are encouraged!

A poem for anyone who's ever been bullied.

It was the night of her Shining and she leaves the house and doesn't come back. The government says she's dead, but he knows. He feels her. They think he's crazy. Or paranoid. Except that he hears her. He hears her voice in his sleep, but when his eyes open, she's gone. His Shining is a month away, but he can't let go.

Yuma has been lonely for around 2 years due to the final Duel between him, and Astral. But what happens when his cousin comes 1 day, his friends go to another World, and figured out there was more than 1 of them besides Earth, Astral World, and Barian World! (I only own the ideas)

We been in this house for 5 months and nothings really happened that was out of the ordinary. The only thing that has happens was cold air blowing with nothing on. No fans, no windows open. After awhile, things started to change... (Cover by ShakeNBake101)

HORROR HILL This is a scary horror text story. I have enjoyed writing the first part so much and hope you enjoy it. I am busy writing the second part. I would love it if you could comment some feedback and rate when you're done! Thanx Leaves201