Notover Stories

"They sold her like she was nothing - first by the one she loved, then by the world that bought her body and silenced her soul. This isn't about escape or healing. This is about surviving when every part of you already died"

Death consumes all that live. The only survivor is Hector, a 24 year old neurologist from England. A virus stalked the Earth. The nickname it was given was 'The everlasting choke' but that'll be explained later. in this story it's just referred to as death.

A poem about depression. How depression can make a person feel lost and empty

Yep My first Leafy Pyro Click bait

she's moved on, you're not. everybody knows.

I might upload on other apps but for now I will only uploed this soon to be series on wappad.

It didn't start as anything. Or maybe that's just what I keep telling myself. Some connections don't feel like falling. They don't arrive loudly or clearly or ask to be understood. They just exist - in timing, in silence, in presence, in moments that don't mean much until they start repeating in ways you can't easily explain. Kai chooses what feels real, even when it doesn't fully make sense. And sometimes I wonder if I trust what I feel more than what I understand. Amara takes her time with what she feels. Quiet. Distant. Hard to read, like she's speaking in a language I haven't learned yet, but still somehow keep trying to understand. At first, it works like that. Simple. Ignorable. Almost nothing. But then it starts happening again. Same presence. Different place. Same feeling I can't fully name. And that's when it stops being easy to ignore. Because coincidence shouldn't feel familiar. And familiar shouldn't feel like it's following you. Until the distance between coincidence and meaning starts shrinking in ways neither of them talks about. Kai starts noticing her more than she means to. Amara never explains anything she doesn't have to. And I'm left stuck in between - trying to understand something that never asked to be defined, but still refuses to feel like nothing. Sometimes I wonder if we're even speaking the same language. Or if we were ever supposed to speak at all. Because not everything that feels real is easy to understand.

You are a ghoul, a monster, shunned by society. He's a demon, an evil being from hell. Two monsters. One love story. What will happen? Only time will tell.

Just a collection of the poetry I've written since the beginning of 2020 to now.

A plot twist about Posion...

A love between two girls who thought it was meant to be

Second chance walang ganun pero wala nga ba?

Quotes, poems, etc. Short and long writings that have gotten me through all the shit #5- notover