Repressed Stories

Kris and the soul talk.

Here's just some relatable trash about living with Christian parents. Kind of like relatable posts, but more relatable for us repressed people out there 👌🤗😂

Ace Rimmer, an alternate reality version of Rimmer whom everyone loves appears and saves the crew from being stranded on a tundra planet. However, some backhanded homophobic comments from this reality's Rimmer cause Kryten to point out the obvious: if Ace is gay, shouldn't this Rimmer be too? (An alternate reality of the episode "Dimension Jump" in which Ace and Lister return slightly later, walking in on a rather awkward conversation between Rimmer and Kryten) -All characters are from Red Dwarf-

What I and a lot of people dealmwith

Through the thin veils of my eyelids florescent light pierced through. The smell of disinfectant and day old food lingered in the air. My limbs started to wake causing pain to pulsate throughout my body. I took a shallow breath in and tasted warm salty tears. I was finally regaining consciousness.

SEQUEL TO "REPLACED." Read that story first. Quirin is concerned by Varian's worsening symptoms, and past events come back to haunt them both.

La Llorona, the Mexican Bloody Mary, has always been thought to be a myth. People would often speak about the cries she lets out as she wanders the earth for her children's souls. What was once thought to be a folk tale turns out to be more than that as memories of the past bring about the truth of what actually happened to La Llorona.

"I will never be able to love anybody as much as Caroline." "I will marry a man and have children but i could never look at him with the same love" "Dear Caroline...What have i done?" A story between two young teenagers. One out, The other repressed. Will she ever come out or stay closeted till her death?

a dump for some of my work over the years. some are on retrospection; delusion and depression; nostalgia; and repressed emotions.

It has been years since the last time Thomas was on an adventure. But, somehow, out of the blue, someone arrived into his world, on accident. After she appeared into the world, chaos entered, magic slowly disappearing from the face of the earth, and evil slowly rising. Can she, Thomas, and few old and new friends of his find the magic before everything come out of hand?

Do Not Read, messed up due to editing

and life does go on

Short poem that has few consistency but a lot of truth. I wrote it all of the sudden and it was like a quick introspection and description.

An ABC poem sharing my inner thoughts and desires- the bliss and guilt that they provide- and the way that they permeate into my dreams and waking life.

There was a legend around an island where machines had their own personalities and living on an island where machines and humans lived in harmony. But, that legend never came true, and no one ever dared to find the island of Sodor. Until one day, someone came to the island unexpectedly.

Eleanor Morrow retreats with her two children to the ancestral home of her late husband ; a quiet estate nestled among an old orchard in the New England countryside. She's never lived here before. And yet, everything feels... familiar. The orchard behind the house doesn't shed its leaves. Her daughter begins drawing things no child should know. And at night, Eleanor hears a lullaby she's never taught ;but somehow remembers. As the days grow stranger and her memories start to twist, Eleanor realizes this house is more than a relic of her husband's past. Beneath the floorboards lies something buried ;not just bones or secrets, but a truth she's spent her entire life trying to forget. And now, it's waking up

When she was twenty-eight, my mom nearly died of drowning. She broke to the surface of the water seconds away from death. A year and a half later, she went back to the same lake to kill herself. After she was gone, my life was never the same. But my Uncle Julian, a man of kindness and patience, took me in. The Rose Cottage had been my home for many years, but now that I came back, I have to face the truth, the cold reality that I chose for myself. What could be waiting for me?

Just a book to appreciate the angel that is Frank