Psychologic Stories

Who are you? Mary said to her reflection I? I am your past... you probably won't remember, and even if you do , fate can't be changed, the thread of fate can't be broken. Don't vanish!Where are you going? I? I'm no longer there. My time is gone. When she woke up, Mary wiped away her tears and said: Well, I had a dream because my eyes got wet. "I wanted to reach infinity just to find my true essence, but in the end I was afraid to find myself in the depths of this world." (TO ALL THE READERS,PLZ TRUST THE PROCESS,THERE'S A BIG DIFF BETWEEN CHAP 1 AND 15 ...)

Life isn't easy for a sixteen years old who must survive on his own in a desolate post-apocalyptic world...

Kematian, Kehampaan, Kepedihan. Semua itu sering dirasakan. Apalagi saat ini. Masa dimana manusia kehilangan kemanusiaannya dan tidak peduli dengan sekitarnya selain ambisi dan nafsu mereka. Di saat itulah mereka butuh pertolongan.

Nothing much to say.

Zbiór samodzielnych i odrębnych opowieści.

100 deep questions to ask if you want to know what type of person you're talking to.

A collection of thoughts and poems inspired by life experiences.

The English version of my first short story Falling. You are falling down and taking me with you.

Andrew seems to lack attention. I'm so fed up of issues. I love him. But do I need to continue this nonsense and absurd relationship? Do I still need to sacrifice everything to get nothing? I know our relationship would be waste if we will end this. But how can I continue if he is nowhere?

𝗡𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻

Note : English is not my first language. Please excuse any strange phrasing, I used a translator for some of it. History records thousands of inventions, yet it has failed to erase one primal instinct settled deep within humanity: the thirst to stand atop the heads of others. ​✦. ────────── 𓏵 ────────── .✦ ​No matter how far we venture from the wild, we carry with us the mentality of a predator hungry for validation. In truth, every insult hurled at another is merely a reflection of the cracks within ourselves. ​Ironic. ​We oppress not because we are strong, but because we are too afraid to appear weak before those we deem "inferior." ​Contradictory. ​The world has created a sick standard, where a person's fate is dictated by the colors attached to their body. ​Double standards. ​To have golden hair is a sacred blessing, yet to have yellow skin is a catastrophe. Likewise, those with dark skin are regarded as unwanted shadows, while powerful men with dark hearts are glorified as strong leaders. ​A curse. ​⚠️ Trigger Warning ⋆𐙚 ̊. ⌗Violence ⌗Abuse #Heavy ⌗Bullying (in all forms) ⌗Mental Health Issues

Hello cuties ! 🥰 This is my first story hope you'll like it hehe 😉 By the way sorry for the grammar mistakes this my first story in English 😅 Here, I don't how much chapter I'm gonna write but all the stories will be about the protagonist's psychology and horror Soooo enjoy it guyssssss (WARNING : Don't read it if u are sensitive thank u 🥰😘)

𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜! 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓅𝒶. 𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝟣6 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝑅. 𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉! 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝑅 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒷𝓎 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶 ( 𝒶𝓀𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓇 ). 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃. 𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈.

"रहस्यों से घिरे शहर के अंधेरे में, रहस्य का एक जाल खुलता है। जब एक प्रसिद्ध जासूस एक भयावह मामले में फंस जाता है, तो उसे अंधेरे की गहराई में छिपी एक छायादार उपस्थिति का पता चलता है। जैसे-जैसे वह गहराई में जाता है, उसे एक डरावनी घटना का पता चलता है साजिश, अतीत के रहस्यों और दिमागी खेल से प्रेतवाधित। प्रत्येक मोड़ और मोड़ के साथ, सच्चाई और धोखे के बीच की रेखा धुंधली हो जाती है, जिससे वह अपनी विवेकशीलता पर सवाल उठाता है। इस मनोरंजक मनोवैज्ञानिक थ्रिलर में, परछाइयाँ रहस्य को सुलझाने की कुंजी रखती हैं, लेकिन क्या लागत?"

Not really scary, not really love.... just the disturbance in her mind An elegant tale of pain, revenge and reconciliation

Sad but also not so sad poems. Welcome to my life

" You'll make it Dust, I believe in you. " These were the last words he spoke before he died some time later. Those were too many words, he was at the edge of the cliff and he fell. The fall was faster than expected, no turning back was possible from now on. It was too late. If he had succumbed, then they would all succumb with him. "We'll show them." (This book will talk about several Oc of mine, Viktor, Dust and Hiro (MHA universe)) (The drawing belongs to me ⚠️)

Two sisters and their father discover an abandoned hamlet in the middle of nowhere.

Isn't it quiet? Too quiet. It's dark outside, isn't it? Too dark. It's late at night isn't it. Too late.