Realexperience Histoires

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian had bought an apartment together and had started to build a home for themselves. And a good home needs to have a living room with a comfortable couch to snuggle on. This is a story of how the two of them are getting one. Inspired by real events - this fic is basically a description of my own experience while buying a couch. I leave it up to you if you want to follow the same path. If not, I hope this will serve as a warning of what can go wrong during this mundane task. English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I am also not very familiar with chinese culture, customs nor naming conventions so this work may in some places not be 100% accurate. I do not own any characters I have used in my story, this is purely a work of fan fiction. Hope you will enjoy reading :)

Fifteen-year-old Amara always suspected the truth. With a diabetic mother and a younger sister diagnosed at just seven, the monthly blood sugar tests in their house were more than routine - they were warnings. And when her own results finally tipped too high, the quiet fear she had lived with became her reality: Amara has Type 2 diabetes. But what should have been a moment of care and support turns into something quieter, heavier. Her little sister's Type 1 diagnosis had changed the entire family dynamic years ago - insulin shots, alarms, daily check-ins. Amara's own condition, less dramatic but just as life-altering, becomes a secret burden she carries alone. Her mother, long silent about her own struggles, expects Amara to adapt - to be strong, to be stable, to be the one who holds everything together. And with her grandparents still in the dark, Amara is forced to pretend she's fine, even as she quietly mourns the life she had before. Through blood tests and heartbreak, small rebellions and quiet revelations, Prick by Prick traces Amara's journey toward acceptance - not just of her condition, but of herself. It's a story of invisible strength, unspoken love, and what it really means to grow up when your body betrays your expectations. Because sometimes, the path to healing isn't loud. It's slow. Measured. Prick by prick. ©June 2025

Some days she remembers my name. Some days she remembers only the warmth of my hand. But every day, I remember her. When her mother no longer recognizes her, a daughter faces the slow, heartbreaking reality of Alzheimer's. The woman who once held a family together with love, strength, and grace is fading - memory by memory. This is a story about presence over recognition, about love that survives even when the mind cannot. Through moments of laughter, brief flashes of clarity, and the quiet ache of loss, she learns that real connection is measured not by memory, but by devotion, compassion, and the courage to stay. "When Memories Fade, Love Remains" is a journey of grief, hope, and the unbreakable bond between mother and daughter - a reminder that even as memories slip away, love persists.

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This is a true story about my sister that died of SIDS. It happens all so quickly, too quickly. I never got the chance to say good bye. But you do.

They went to bury the dead... but ended up facing the living legends of fear. In the pitch-dark heart of a village haunted by myths and whispered warnings, a group of mourners finds themselves stuck after a burial. What begins as a simple mechanical breakdown turns into an unforgettable night filled with ghost sightings, spiritual prayers, stolen maize, comedy, fear, and a chase that almost split their souls from their bodies. From half-assembled coasters to fake cannibals, confused wigs, and heroic prayers, The Night We Buried the Living and Walked the Dead captures the chaos, unity, and absurd laughter that only Ugandan village nights can deliver. A true tale of faith, fear, and friendship under a full moon. If you've never run from your own shadow or prayed for a car's soul to be healed-this story will take you there.

An actual experience I had years back when I was trying to sleep, I felt this pressure on my torso and I couldn't breathe while it was on me, it was like someone was sitting on me, but nothing was in my room and I was terrified to move, all I wanted to do was keep my eyes open to make sure nothing was around me, but I still felt as if something was still lurking in my room.

A night of silence, a journey of strength. A young IT professional's late-night walk home during the COVID-19 lockdown becomes a quiet battle of resilience. Ek Raat Ka Safar is a true story of courage, isolation, and the unexpected strength found in the darkest hours. One night. One walk. A lifetime of strength.

How can someone explain The rush that love gives you Tingling in your nerves The smile on your face You make me so happy. If only you knew.

WOP DE DO BITCHES! SCARY STORY TIMES BY RD AKA YOUR AUTHOR!

Jessica is 14 years old when she realises she's trans and tells her parents about it little does she know that that single sentence will ruin the rest of her entire life forever her father falls into a major depression that ends into suicide and her mother won't ever accept her as her daughter. Luckily Jessica has amazing friends but what if one of those friend turn out to be more than just a friend.

This little youngster "raj" who was simply 9years old , was a dedicated kid who was brimming with boldness Nothing... literally nothing would scare him yet he has a paranormal involvement at his end to share

"Growing up in someone else's shadow taught me one thing: finding myself was the hardest-and most beautiful-journey of all." School was supposed to be easy-a place to learn, laugh, and grow. But for her, it quickly became anything but simple. 🌿 Everyone around her seemed brighter, bolder, better. Every whispered compliment, every small success she didn't have, made her question herself. Slowly, the shadow of comparison began to follow her everywhere. Then college arrived-bigger, more dazzling, and full of surprises she never saw coming. Friendships that challenged her, choices that tested her, and moments that made her heart ache in ways she didn't expect. Could she navigate this new world without losing herself? From quiet school corridors to late-night reflections, from self-doubt to self-discovery, this story is about growing up, facing unexpected twists, and finding the courage to step out of the shadows. If you loved "The Goodbye We Never Said," you'll recognize the familiar struggles and heartfelt moments-and maybe even find yourself rooting for her as she learns to shine in her own light.

the fun and the sad of a man that girl dont know

A realistic story based on the writer's life experience drama,school story,love,etc

Hey! Hey! The Aliens are here! There must be someone normal, please appear!---- .......... I'm the only normal! The only normal among my friends.

Collection Of Poems... Make arts, writing... A diary of nothing...

How I felt when I was living in South Africa .

This story started in March 2011, in one of the provinces of the tropical country Indonesia. Miss Jane was a strong, bold, fierce yet kind personality. She did not believe that softness with get you ready to deal with life. She dreamed of becoming a mother to her own kids, yet marriage was out of the options. She had seen too many broken marriages, starting with her own parents. She taught English for professionals, yet had a side hustle of tutoring elementary school students, especially the difficult ones, the ones many other teachers and tutoring institution had given up upon. Pretty tough for a petite woman. Chia was Miss Jane's friend. She taught Mandarin Language. She owned and lived in the building where Miss Jane and she shared the classroom for their tutoring classes. She had two teenage sons. Mr Han was a tall, chubby Indonesian Chinese man who came to the province to manage his uncle's business, while at the same time, being the single parent for his son Donny. Donny, when this story started, was 6.5 year old boy. He was to become the most challenging students Miss Jane had ever encountered in her career.

A short story I wrote about one of my experiences. In other words, a vent.