Nomorescars Stories

Happy July everyone!! I know for some this means sparks and fireworks especially for all those Cancer/Leo children around. Happy birthday to all!! But in tune with celebrating life and all that it has to offer we would like to take this month to talk about suicide awareness and self harm. Self harm has been an issue that is either whispered in hallways or romanticized in media so much so that its often portrayed as art, beauty. But pain isn't beauty and neither is suffering and this month we take an in-depth look into what it really means to live with scars. We also join forces with @no_suicide for our monthly competition as well as lots of interesting interviews from our Wattpad campaigns where they share their stories with us and what drove them to start their campaigns. From all of us at TheSafeZone remember you are never alone and your life has a purpose! Link to the petition: https://www.change.org/p/roman-prezioso-west-virginia-education-budget?recruiter=486806834&utm_source=petitions_show_components_action_panel_wrapper&utm_medium=copylink Warning: Due to this issue's sensitive topic, the magazine may seem a little biased to not give the wrong message. We definitely do not condone the use of self-harm as a coping mechanism or suicide as a way out. If an article is heavily opinionated, we put a warning. Thank you for reading!

It's hard to live with yourself when you hate your own reflection. Alyssa was always the fat girl and after a series of unfortunate and uncomfortable events, she vows that she will be no more. But you can't stay fat if you don't eat, right?

Seventeen years, ten months, two weeks, three days... Each moment is agony. Every second of every day, George Beaumont is reminded of his young wife's untimely death. With every glimpse of that painting up on that mantle, with every glimpse of his only son. By this point, he is addicted to laudanum and half-mad with guilt. In his deluded mind, he is her murderer. Following the aftermath of his closest friend's attempt to end her life, Raymond Beaumont finds an old journal belonging to a woman who he barely had gotten to know- his mother. Who really was the farmer's daughter who became a duchess? He chases clues of a possible murder with an heiress whose wounds have not yet even closed. As they race through the countryside, everything begins to fall into place and the big picture is much darker than they ever could have imagined. A choice. A mystery. A betrayal. Secrets have a horrible way of revealing themselves... Highest Ranking: #10 in Historical Fiction

UPDATE 2020 I'm thinking of editing this book, I have the rest unpublished, to finish it. So here is the unedited and unfinished version. Beware I wrote this when I was 16 lol. It was for the campaign NOMORESCARS, that being said this is your TRIGGER WARNING! Story will deal with addiction, self harm, suicide and a lot of other hard topics, . This is a short story I wrote for the campaign #nomorescars . . . . I would just like to state that the character in this book is not a reflection of myself or a situation that I am in. I know a lot of people who have written for this campaign have pulled from their own experiences but that's not the case for me. I know y'all are like but Dela why do we care? Well I just want to let you know because I don't want people to think I went through this and so they can share their experiences with me based on the fact they think I go through this. I mean of course I want you to share your experiences with me and be able to talk to me about your experiences and thoughts and feelings but not under false pretenses. This book is based off people I have known who have done self harm and have gone through depression.

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Nothing can cure me... can it?

A contest collaboration between @official-visible, @ProjectWomanUp, @nomorescars and @Project-ED. You can enter starting July 15th, 12:00 AM [UTC], and until August 15th, 12:00 AM [UTC]. The information is inside.

Everyone knows the story of Cinderella. All about the glass slippers and happy ever after where Cinderella didn't have to ask one question: when going against bipolar disorder and ADHD can love really win? But Aurora Winters does. Beautiful cover made by theworddealer

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

Featured in list STYGIAN SKIES on @wp_poetry//My second poetry book //Because what we do, who we are, however great and kind one can be, people can forget. mortal things only stay for a while in this world... but words are Timeless.//----- {current poem count: 16}

Ashlynn Frathurt is a teenager who knows the definition of pain. After going through the worst, she is sent to live with her estranged mom and begin a whole new adventure at her new school. There she meets a trustworthy best friend, an amazingly sweet crush, his not so welcoming girlfriend... and to top it all off a teacher... a special teacher. Will Ashlynn learn to overcome her obstacles by rising above them all and believing in herself, or will she allow herself to be defeated, yet again and sulk back into a world of misery? * TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains depression, anxiety, substance abuse and self harm. * __________ ©BEHIND A SMILING FACE 2019 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical without permission from the writer. xripthatgirlx.

Being skinny isn't all that important to fifteen-year-old Rosamund Parker. Even though she's surrounded by a horde of Barbie doll lookalikes, she's happy with who she is. With her best friend, Sage, by her side, she's perfectly content. But when Sage abruptly exits her life, it's all too easy to let the whispers destroy the fleeting self-confidence Rosie has put up over the years. If everyone thinks badly of you, are you really worth anything? Or are you just a series of stretch marks, and nothing more? Cover made by @Nau2014 highest rank-- Poetry: #351 - 07/25/16 © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

(Winner of the #TheBigCollab2k16) Negative thinking. It's become an unfortunate habit for some and an endless cycle for others. Either way, it is a problem. But every problem can be solved. Defeat of the habit overcomes everything. Louise, born with albinism, struggles with an ever looming anxiety, while also doing everything she can to keep her friend Warren afloat in the wreck that was once his self confidence. Only through breaking the cycle of fear and doubt will she find a way to help both him, and herself see that nothing can hold them back. ------------------------------------------- Prompts and plot points used: Prompt: ProjectED A friend close to your MC has been diagnosed with an eating disorder. Plot point #1: official-visible Your MC realises their disability doesn't hold them back. Plot point #2: nomorescars Your MC gets angry scrolling through social media glorifying self harm Word count: 3500

Broken pieces are inevitable. We all break, some more significantly than others. Draco Malfoy wasn't just broken, he was shattered, fragmented, fractured. His soul was beat down and broken. Returning to Hogwarts was the only form of escape he had. He needed help. Harry was that help. DRARRY FANFICTION!!! (contains a lot of swearing so be warned!) Highest Rankings : #3 in lgbt #6 in mentaldisorder #1 in nomorescars #4 in deamus #20 in drarry #1 in mentalhealth #8 in pride

What did we do to deserve this? Why does the world wrong us so bad?

[COMPLETED] ❝who knew a coffee spill could lead to even more❞ © ericka | 2016

Nobody cares if you're hanging by a thread or trudging through life completely bruised and swollen. Nobody is going to stand by your side when the first devastating wave of a tsuanmi hits. Everybody staring in fascination at the beauty of destruction. They are awe-struck or they are caught up in their own delusional lives. They come after its over, when only broken fragments and missing pieces are left. You cant ever fully repair what has passed to the beyond because trust is an a major social issue no one talks about. You either a hollow sociopath or a sunken skeleton with disorders so who's going to take you in? Your blessed life has collapsed into the oblivion and the new one sprang straight up from the fiery pits of hell. You can't differentiate between reality and your dreams because both re equally bad if not slightly worse. You are waging a mental battle against an opponent you created. And in it all, you are surely ready to be institutionalized. Where everything is a fabrication. Every whisper a painful lie. Every sight a distortion. And every friendship a psychotic one. Can yousee beyond a real nightmare infested with hallucinations? Can you survive the pull and safety the drugs offer? Can you embrace the adventure of life and come out unscatted? -------------- ABYSS Asylum is built for the specially gifted and is home to some of the most dangerous beings to walk this world. Because imagination and creativity is the key to disaster. But it understands the indestructible and helps them to rise to the occasion. Contact us for more information WARNING: DARK HUMOR

My whole body paining like hell. I crawled weekly towards the wall and rested my back on it. My breathing unsteady, the marks on my body giving me the pain, the same pain which I am getting I don't remember from when. Tears, I think now I am short of them. With difficulty, I crawled towards the side table to drink the water, my throat burning ,tongue dry. I grabbed the jug with my shaking hands fear raising in my innerself. What if the jug fell down? I drank from it, getting the taste of my blood from my busted lips. Full of grammatical mistakes.