Repression Stories

Elara Cross had a life of rules, control, and fear-until Mara came into it. A protector. A temptation. A secret. One night changes everything, and the truth becomes a dangerous burden. ALIBI is a dark, emotional story of desire, sacrifice, and the choices we make when freedom comes at a cost. #1 in alibi - 01/02/2026

(please overlook my shitty scribbling I'm just bad at drawing) It all started when the SCP foundation found evidence of Playtime co's experiments on orphan children, Epsilon 11 was sent the factory was raided and all knowing about the bigger bodies initive were disposed of and all living toys were contained . For the tiny smiling critters and the tiny nightmare critters this felt like a cruel joke played by God himself they thought they were finally being saved only to be thrown in another damn prison trying its best to pretend its not a prison (I do not own Poppy playtime or any SCP portiade in this) (also please overlook my shitty scribbling I'm just bad at drawing)

The epic love story of two people melting into one. #18+ Mature content #Past lives #agressive #true #repression #shy #history I'm just telling you a story which is not mine but ours, we lived together once upon a time and you and I were lovers and we decided to multiply our love and we did. No one in the history of humanity has ever defined love in its entirety neither can they can. It is smaller than the tip of a needle and vast enough to embody and absorb the unending universe into it. Poets have indeed try to define it but fail failed with satisfaction every time. However, it is inevitable, one day will come when your heart is ready and fire is burning, it will unravel and travel without stopping to unite its lover. This is not a story of two people loving each other, it is the souls. Prologue ***2000 years ago** Tatia, the daughter of the most famous fishermen in the town is betrothed to an uncouth, athletic six and a half feet tall Man who lives in the valleys of the Southern part of the globe, 4000 miles north from Tatia's home. It is seven days from today, everyone in the village is ready to witness Tatia and Shiraz's amalgamation. Their marriage is sacred in the town; as bestowed by the Lord of the Venus, It is said only when the divine feminine finds her masculine they can intertwine and take part in a union ceremony. Such unions are not rare but hard to find; the average life of a human here is 1000 years. They find love as soon as they realize they are complete and then yearning to unite begins.

Tis where I write my emotional shit! also you see the cover...it ain't mine, but I made it look better The genre is humor because my life is a joke haha

Two men bound by routine and invention find, for a brief moment, a shared rhythm-until the fragile machinery of life falters, leaving one haunted by the echo of what might have been.

Does anger cause damage? If Georgia Ellenburg still believed in coincidences, she'd disagree. But George knows better. People get hurt around her, and now that her sister doesn't want to go to a college--a dream George gave up so that it could belong to Maeve--George is forced to stare down her past, and, in the meantime, protect her budding relationship with Sam, who she knows her anger will harm if given the chance. Since having assumed guardianship over her sister, George has one goal: to keep Maeve safe, and, at twenty-four, she's done so by creating a life with minimal unpredictability. In her efforts, George has given up nearly everything so that her sister can have the life that was supposed to belong to George. Maeve, however, expresses other ideas, ideas that don't involve college or anything that George gave up for her sister, which pits George against the choices she's made and the anger she's buried because of them. George has a secret, a secret that can no longer be considered a coincidence, and when Sam enters her life and begins to chip away at the pain she thought she'd let go, she must face the ultimate test of unpredictability: either confront her past or risk hurting Sam. Because her anger always hurts those around her. xxx tags: slow burn, romance, family drama, feminism, trauma

This poetry and prose collection is for all those who have ever felt repressed, restricted to be themselves by any form of entity or, even, by their own selves. This is for all those who once, twice, or have ever felt broken and the courage it took to admit it and move forward. I hope this collection relates to you in your darkest moments and lead you out to rays of hope. Here's a sneak peek: "I just wanna tear you out, dispose of you. Never see you again. You tear-jerker." ---Untitled 1 "The piano playing and the singing at long last enters a halt, during the prayer I am not thankful. I ask: when? When will I be set free?" ---When? Some of the material may be sensitive to some readers; so, reader discretion is highly advised. I hope you enjoy them and if you do, please vote and share with others! I'll hopefully be uploading new material once a week. Thank you and happy reading!

How can you say you're fine when you're not? Skylar knows how. Skylar Sanders jets off to a different country in hopes of finding where she belongs. With a ton of suppressed insecurities, how are you able to find where you belong when you don't know who you are? But that's just the beginning. When she gets the opportunity to kickstart the life she always wanted, will she be able to handle it? Will she be able to handle the attention of working with One Direction? Especially when things get a little intimate? No matter how hard you try to run away from your problems, they always catch up to you in some way, shape, or form. Bulletproof glass may keep you safe from the bullets, but who's to say that's what's going to kill you? You know what they say, to get to the top, you have to start from the bottom. (This story takes off in 2013) All rights for songs go to the writers, all characters however are mine. I suck at writing blurbs, there's more to the story than what it seems. Please check it out.

In a country ruled singlehandedly by a twisted royal counselor, a girl runs into a mysterious yet handsome man. The counselour has set his eyes on this girl, and will stop at nothing to make her his.

James "Jamie" Archer is a rising star in conservative politics, the perfect golden boy groomed for power. He's also a liar. A liar who kisses Charles "Charlie" Bennet in secret. A liar who wakes up in Charlie's bed and then stands behind a podium preaching against everything he's ever wanted. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And the deeper Jamie digs himself into his own grave, the harder it is to pretend he doesn't know exactly what he's doing. The question isn't if he'll break. It's when.

A critical study of the transformation of the Russian Orthodox Church into an ideological instrument of power. The author analyzes how the 2022 "Prayer for Holy Russia" became a symbol of the rejection of the Gospel commandments, traces the history of the integration of the Russian Orthodox Church with the state since Stalin's era, and documents the repression directed against anti-war clergy. The book reveals the systemic nature of the crisis within the modern Moscow Patriarchate.

Poetry and drabbles, existential questions and some stuff about LGBT struggles. Enjoy.

Who is Alexander Dvorkin and why is he called the "architect of hatred"? The story of the creation of a persecution machine that destroyed thousands of lives under the guise of fighting sects. Real people, real pain. An investigation into how hate speech became law and witch hunts became state policy.

This is about a girl who faces neglect to find herself amd piece in the face of war

After witnessing a lifeless woman staring at him during a late-night train ride, a young news reporter can't shake the feeling that something sinister followed him off the train. When he's assigned to cover a suicide case from the same train, he's horrified to learn that the victim matches the woman he saw - except no body was found, only blood and deep scratches near the train door. As he digs deeper, the chilling truth unravels - she never jumped... she was pulled. Now, haunted by her cold stare and the eerie feeling that she's still watching him, he must uncover the terrifying mystery before it consumes him. But the real question remains - is she still on the train... or already standing behind him?

Sometimes emotions are light, floaty things, like clouds in an everlasting sky. Yet too much and it drags you down like an anchor towards a cold, tumultuous sea, suffocating and numbing you until all you are is darkness. (5/26/18)

Eyes of the Devil Why do you gaze at me? Everything I did wrong I couldn't I see Eyes of the Devil That interrupt me And call me into the dark And with burning light, mark me So I won't forget All that I commit. But I don't see my mistake I only carry the weight Of your stare. Don't hate me, don't relegate me For now I can do it right And carry on. Eyes of the Devil Why do you have me with you? Why does your light burn? And I never see myself, Beyond your pupil and companion Of a life I didn't live myself. Leave me simply, I don't want to do anything for you. Just leave me, For you don't see me. Eyes of the Devil Who sees you today is me. I don't have your faults, I don't have your luck. In my hands I only carry your story. And a rehash of my pain Is just the lullaby That rocks me to the dream Of people I never saw people who disappeared before burning eyes Cold as I'd never asked you to make mine.

This is a story about two teenagers. Unconventional circumstances bring them together and threaten to tear them apart. It's a story about how love changes you, and how loving someone can change your perspective. These are my characters and would appreciate it if you gave it a read <3

Clara Grey's past is a shadow she can't quite escape, until a mysterious letter arrives, shattering the walls she's built around her memories. Hidden secrets. Old friendships. A summer long buried. And a haunting that won't let her forget. When Clara receives an anonymous letter that simply reads, "I know what you did," her world tilts. The cryptic message forces her to confront memories she's spent years trying to forget. As she digs deeper into the mystery, strange objects appear : a red box containing photos, a handmade bracelet, and a newspaper clipping about a missing boy. Each clue drags Clara back to Camp Eloise, a summer camp from her past where everything changed. But the deeper Clara digs, the more elusive the truth becomes. The more she uncovers, the more she feels the weight of something she can't quite remember, but she knows it's important. Something tragic happened at Camp Eloise, something that cost the lives of those who tried to escape their past. In a race against time, Clara must face the darkest parts of her memory. The truth, however, may be more horrifying than she could ever imagine.