Psycosis Stories

"Ah shit, here we go again" The camp fam's getting back together. From California, to Texas, to Colorado, to Wyoming. After the Allosaurus attack, things are on edge with someone wanting them dead (again) On top of all of that, Chris thinks that she may be losing it.

Ten Dragons, One Hundred Clowns, One Thousand Weirdos... and everyone else . Gaura is a cybersecurity student who notices things other people miss-QR codes baked into band logos, binary scratched into toilet stalls, empty friend requests that vanish the moment he taps them. His ADHD brain is wired for pattern recognition, and the patterns he's finding around Melbourne are getting harder to dismiss as coincidence. Dragging his friends Shanti and John along for the ride, Gaura follows a trail of cryptic codes through city streets, networking events, and alleyway smoke spots. The clues lead him to a shadow network that moves through the city like a second operating system, its members disguised in adversarial makeup and 3D-printed accessories, communicating through Markov-chain gibberish and rickrolls, calling what they do "the game." As the boundary between cryptographic puzzle and psychotic break starts to blur, Gaura is left holding one question that won't let him go - What isn't a computer? And if he keeps pulling at the thread, will he like what he finds on the other side? The Mirror of Shards is an ontological cyberpunk mystery about hidden grammars, the compulsion to find a pattern, and what happens when the pattern starts looking back. *Disclaimer* This is a work in progress, I have almost not edited it at all. Also, I have a little bit of brain damage that affects my memory, so if this hasn't been updated in a while I have probably forgotten that I wrote it. If you want more, you can email me at griffyn@sandhi.com.au to remind me it exists, or you can just wait, I rediscover it every 6 months or so.

Night-terrors sure are fun. Time has gone on, but Mello's guilt hasn't left his side.

This is the story of Black Forest Cookie who was raised in the St. Pastry Order as a devotee. When chosen as a bride for the witches, Black Forest Cookie couldnt be more delighted. But her false perceptions hide the truth of religeous psychosis that was brought upon to her by the order, choosing to sacrifice her for the good of cookiekind while tactfully manipulating the naive young Black Forest Cookie to fulfill their own needs. Lol this is a cookie run fanfiction about black forest cookie and her past. Some events may not be accurate but im trying my best. Mostly wrote this for myself but I wouldnt mind you reading :)

Life of a schizo The mind, a shifting landscape of thoughts both profound and perplexing, carries me through a world that never settles. Moments of clarity flicker like crossing stars, only to be swallowed by the clouds of uncertainty. I stand at the edge of reality and illusion, where whispers weave themselves into the fabric of my consciousness, echoing truths I struggle to decipher. But there is beauty in the chaos. There is meaning in the shifting sands. To exist in this space is to navigate a reality unlike any other-to be both lost and found in the same breath. God bless Xian i love uuuu

A vivid and explicit look into how suffering can break a persons ability to understand reality. A journey through torment and self loathing bestowed upon you by a broken mind that is doing all it can to articulate its thoughts.

Lucien Vergara has everything the world envies-wealth, power, and a future already written for him. But inside the gates of International School Manila, he is just a broken boy hiding behind expensive silence and dangerous habits. Drugs keep him numb. Parties keep him distracted. And pain... he buries where no one can see it. Until the night of his eighteenth birthday. When the lights go out. When the guests start screaming. When his entire world turns into fire and blood. Lucien wakes from the ashes with only one thought left in his mind: Find the killer. And make them suffer. But the deeper he falls into Manila's criminal underworld, the more reality begins to fracture. The messages guiding him. The enemies he destroys. The revenge he builds from nothing. None of it may be what it seems. Because sometimes the most terrifying monster... is the reality you created to escape the truth.

Kaia Ahuja doesn't fall in love,she fixates. Diagnosed with borderline psychosis, her mind turns desire into obsession the moment she lays eyes on Atharva Singhania. Atharva is ruthless and untouchable, running an illegal weapon empire behind a flawless public image. He believes control is power,until Kaia enters his life and refuses to let go. Incredibly jealous and dangerously possessive, Kaia will sabotage, manipulate, and kill if it means keeping Atharva for herself. Every woman near him becomes a threat. Every rejection fuels her madness. As obsession collides with criminal power, Atharva realizes too late that the most dangerous weapon he's ever faced is love,twisted, unrelenting, and willing to destroy everything in its path. Tropes: Stalker romance Obsessed fl × Possessive ml Love at first sight She fell first and harder.

This piece describes a period in my early twenties.

This is a journal on depression, its depths, its deceitfulness, its cruelty, its imprisonment. An attempt to understand how and why it starts and if, when you are inside it, you can escape it, suffocate it, deny it, hide it. Or accept it and live with it. Like a deep wound that never seems to heal in spite of the mending. Whether you can stand up although it feels like you are dying. Talk although it feels like those are your last words. Feel alive although it hurts. And understand that only by accepting the pain, can you eat, sleep, work, smile, love, have fun. Never forgetting the pain. Because only when you accept it, you will grow stronger every day. Few people you meet on your short path will be able to bear that pain when they start to grasp it. Most will let go. And when you find that few, you will cherish them, for their hearts are beating for you. To those who have lost their loved ones to depression. Oh, humanity! If only you tried to fathom the depths of the sacredness of the soul that annihilates itself! "1 Better is a good name than good oil, and the day of death than the day of birth. 2 It is better to go into the house of mourning than into the house of feasting, for such is the end of each man. Who is alive, let him take this to his heart. 3 Anguish is better than laughter, for a worried face makes the heart better. 4 The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, and the heart of the fools in the house where it is cheerful. 5 It is better to hear a reproach from someone who is wise than to listen to a song of the fools. 6 For like thorns crackle beneath a pot, such is the laughter of the fools. And this is vanity. 7 For oppression can lead the wise to act like fools, and a gift can spoil the heart. 8 Better is the end of things than the beginning."

COMPLETED! ;) 🄰 s Mary slowly develops a severe case of Stockholm syndrome. "Hey Bloodchugs, smile for Me-Crazy." 🄼ary Bloodchurch knew how to remain calm in stressful situations, but when she gets hauled away in a car in which her mother had just been murdered she can't bring herself to do the things necessary to escape. The longer she stays in the hands of her captor, the more she falls in love with her. Trigger warning: Abuse, kidnapping, vomiting, fast fashion, Me-Crazy romanticisation/worship sprinkled with liminal spaces

I am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach from far outside of us. In this faith i have recovered little by little that was left of my sanity. I hope this book finds those who are similar to me. Who have found themselves in the abyss of madness. Who deserve these lessons ive learned to recover a little of their own. To know that they are not alone. We see you in the dark. Trust no one but yourself is what they say but listen to me now. Even if the voices lie always speak your truth. Even if it feels like a lie. Even if its just to yourself as you pace your homes. We have been left here. So together lets get through this. Always remember that even in the darkness we have friends. Let your intuition be your guide. With love to all those who read this may you find rest in peace. So mote it be!

A quick writing prompt about my view on reality that I wrote out of boredom

Wren Calloway moved to town to start over. The house is quiet. The job is steady. The walls are level. Until they aren't. Cracks appear where she doesn't remember damage. A music box plays when it isn't there. Her phone records things she doesn't recall saying. The rooms tilt. And some things are coming back.

Jared has always struggled socially which has made it difficult for him to fit in, sometimes even isolating himself from friends and family. As his dissociative behavior increases Jared finds himself consumed by "The Void," a never ending space of dark and emptiness, only to be guided by a shooting star. As Jared travels through the void he must choose to either participate in life or be consumed by the never ending darkness.

Sydd is a junkie and Leon is his cop brother who is constantly at odds with him. Watch their story unfold, as well as the people in their lives stories. Intense drama and conflict all throughout. A roller coaster from start to finish.