Repressed Stories

Having to act like you don't really love the guy that you've fallen head over heels for is probably one of the hardest things in the world... This is the story of Avery Clark that has to repress her emotions toward the boy she loves.

A storm, a river, and the moment Giyu Tomioka realises he's not ready to lose you.

and life does go on

What if silence could reveal what the heart has always kept hidden? Julien, a train conductor, carries an unbearable weight: the death of his wife a year ago. Every day, he crosses the same familiar landscapes, trapped in a dull routine-until a mysterious passenger appears in the last carriage: a silent traveler only Julien can see. Intrigued and unsettled, Julien embarks on a poignant journey between reality and illusion. As memories resurface, he must confront his inner ghosts, regrets, and the fear of letting go of the past. The Silent Passenger is an intimate dive into grief, the mystery of apparitions, and the power of forgiveness. A sensitive and captivating story that will lead you through a wandering where every silence holds a revelation. Step into this unique journey, immerse yourself in the melancholic atmosphere and the secrets of the Silent Wanderer. Follow, comment, and share to support this touching and mysterious story!

What I and a lot of people dealmwith

Reeling from a traumatic death in her family, Abigail finds herself revisiting her childhood trauma while caring for her newly disabled father, with whom she has a tumultuous relationship. She finds herself dealing with recently surfaced repressed memories, navigating a new romantic relationship, and stifling feelings of revenge. All she wants is for her life to be simple, but things never seem to come to her easily.

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?

Boredom is a plague. Boredom is a disease. Boredom is contagious. It latches onto the most vulnerable of us. The ones who spend nights alone. The ones who's minds are already riddled with depression. The ones who can't escape, and have no desire to. The worst side effect of boredom is that once you have it, you relish in it. You spend nights alone, with nothing to do and no reason to attempt anything more. Boredom is an ever growing problem in this day and age. We've all lost loved ones to this epidemic, and will all lose more. Just be careful, and don't lose yourself.

A forensic psychologist suffering from recurring blackouts is hired to assess the mental state of a teenage girl accused of orchestrating a series of brutal murders she can't remember. But as the psychologist delves deeper, she starts uncovering eerie similarities between the girl's case and her own buried past. Season by season, the mystery unravels through dual timelines, missing journals, brainwashing programs, and corrupt therapy institutions. The real question: Who's really pulling the strings?

Just a book to appreciate the angel that is Frank

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Possible memes, lotsa spam, lotsa regret. Oof daddyee. Love you.

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

Ella had her life in total control. She had an almost perfect life until the time she comes back to the city she grew up in. When she finds out the horrors of her past, her life is but total chaos.

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Relatable poems from a broken girl trying to find her way to healing.

Hey, when's the last time you read the Bible, the entire Bible? Never you say? Not surprised. That would explain why you never knew the apostles could heal the sick and raise the dead just like Jesus. Or that Moses lead the Israelites on killing sprees to obtain the "promised land". Or that there is actually no such thing as "free will". If any of this intrigues you then you need to take a peek at my book, "He Said It, I Didn't - A Biblical Book Report Brooklyn Style". In short, "Brooklyn Style" means funny, irreverent, rude, informative, sarcastic and will make some of you downright mad. But at some point, you are guaranteed to say to yourself "you know, this heathen bastard has a point". And that's all I can pray for. 😉

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.