Overwhelm Histórias

......................... What's this void that lingers through my soul and being, trying to see the light yet all around me is darkness, considering if I should unleash this darkness on the world.

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

for my late night thoughts.

lost and broken into pieces like glass that is no longer able to reflect, a young girl finds herself in a darkness that lingers like smoke. oh what countless cigarettes and a blurry mind will do to you after something so wrong. a victim, she is.

She walked without stopping.

It was just laziness, right? (Vent fic)

Hm. Life with a kid is hard. But wait until there's 2 more in the picture...

One Life is a long story Devoted to my Filipino friends, " Blue Dragon Children's s Foundation" and all people struggling with poverty and finding their safe comfortable place and missions in life. Part 1. Just one cute boy. He was one of many boys from one of many poor families with many kids, but born in a beautiful country of eternal sunny warm whether and powerful striking tayphoons that smart and strong people learnt to cope with. The boy was from poor yet loving family and the eldest child. Despite struggles he played hide and seek, with sand and swings on playgrounds, climbed trees and swam in sea like his peers in early childhood. The guy was like the ordinary, sometimes nurtured with gentleness and a little bit spoilt, but only a little bit and rarely. Poverty deprived of chances and temptations to spoil too much so that many kids do not become whimy tyrants who do not appreciate time and efforts of others and abuse them, not a whiny prince, not some childish " bubble boy".One day he was only three when his mom slapped him. Lightly for playing with water and wasting, plus being angry she had more to clean.

Just some little thoughts

Jean Addison, a powerful teenager goes on a quest to find her father after finding out he was alive but encountered the unexpected.

welcome here are some shitty poems made by yours truly votes and comments are extremely appreciated *tw: depression, anxiety, sh, sucidl thoughts*

Throughout this poem collection, I chart a painful descent from the chaotic, dizzying heights of infatuation into the quiet, hollow reality of self-deprecating loneliness and grapple with the agonizing friction between an overwhelming desire for deep connection and a protective instinct to retreat. Ultimately, the poems serve as a raw confession of vulnerability, capturing the exhaustive toll of putting others first, feeling misunderstood or valued only for utility, and patiently waiting on the margins of life for a breakthrough that feels devastatingly out of reach.

A collection of my poems

London has been tormented with one of the worst serial killers in history. The mystery killer has been yet to strike for weeks, and people are fearful that he will soon. John Vail, a 28 year old detective, is assigned to figure out the mystery of who this murderer is. After finding out the truth, John must keep the real answer a secret.

What happens when May a sweet girl with autism has been told her whole life that she is a mistake but will that change when she goes to live with her brothers

this is the story about me feeling depressed and down

Just as the title, i guess you can say this will be like my journal

(I am purposefully keeping the cover image because I think it's funny and I'm too lazy to make one) After reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in AP Lit, my teacher held her own "Spooky Short Story" competition as an assignment, giving us less than two days to come up with something. My story is more of a psychological thriller rather than horror. Hopefully it is, in fact, spooky (I'm too desensitized to it to be able to tell). [TRIGGER WARNING] - Distressing content. If you happen upon this story, I hope you enjoy! I just thought I should put it somewhere and get some opinions on my writing! [TRIGGER WARNING] - Distressing content.