Repressed Stories

Kris and the soul talk.

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-

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 👌🤗😂

Sans meets bnha, hopefully, things don't go wrong. (Things went extremely wrong) This has more OG plot than my last sans x bnha fanfic because my last fanfic had tons of plot holes, confusing, backstory makes no sense, holy shit what was that writing.

Repressed feelings can and will make your world fall apart. It's best to get them out ... while you still can.

A redhead, blue-eyed girl's journey into finding her past.

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.

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. 😉

Hyunjin was never meant to fall. A celestial prince, exiled from the sky for breaking divine law, crashes into modern Seoul with nothing but stolen magic and a bleeding soul. Forced into hiding, he joins a K-pop agency where idols shine like gods and crumble like mortals. His cover: a new trainee with dead eyes and a name that doesn't belong to him. Enter Han Jisung too loud, too curious, and haunted by dreams that don't belong to this world. He sees things he shouldn't. Hears a voice calling from the stars. And worst of all, he sees Hyunjin for what he really is. Bound by fate and hunted by creatures older than time, the two are caught in a prophecy neither of them believes in. Love was never part of the plan. But then again, celestials don't fall in love. Not unless they want to burn.

Poetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.

Writers everywhere talk about their muses-those mythical beings that live in their heads, spit out ideas, and take delight in a dripping wet author bursting from the shower to jot down the newest plot. Alice Garden's muse has been with her since high school. They've written best-seller after best-seller, and things are smooth. But now something's wrong with Layne. Something that goes back to a year in high school when they didn't write a thing. And she has to figure out what the problem is before her muse is gone for good. Everyone deserves a happy ending. But not everyone gets it.

What I and a lot of people dealmwith

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.

What happens when a stifled rich man meets an independent woman? What if they then have a magical night that led to an impromptu wedding in Las Vegas that neither remembers quite well? What if the marriage wasn't the only unexpected outcome of said night? Read on as our two oblivious love birds muddle their way into marriage, parenthood and love.

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?