Selectivemutism Stories

Everything gets a lot more interesting when Harry Potter Shows up. He is unpredictable, and every time some one thinks they've figured him out, he shows them just how wrong they are. Now everything's a little different and it started the very second he re-entered the magical world. *Might change name

I didn't come to Westbrook High to make friends. Or enemies. Or... whatever Kai Mercer is supposed to be. People already treat my selective mutism like a quirky personality filter, so I stick to my notebook and mind my business-until Kai, resident guitar menace and leader of the school's favorite noise-collective, starts a rumour about me just to see if I'd talk. I didn't, which somehow made him twice as interested and ten times more annoying. Now we're stuck in this stupid push-pull of tense group projects, accidental band-room encounters, and him staring like he's trying to read my mind through sheer ego. Things I Can't Say is basically silence, sarcasm, and the unfortunate reality of catching feelings for the loudest boy in the building.

Plagued by mysterious dark visions, an African painted dog princess is banished from her home. As she journeys to find where she truly belongs in her world, sheltering wherever the road takes her, scraping for meals and forming a pack of her own out of the most unlikely places, she finds that things are not always black and white when it comes to virtue and sacrifice. Revised edition--originally published in 2021. Co-writer: Ren Beta reading: Fable, Ryn, Tek, Ryder. *Content warning: contains animal injury, death, violence, ableism, strong language and mature themes.*

(This story has not been abandoned it's just being edited and rewritten completely.) Midoriya Izuku was born quirkless and faced bullying by his best friend and abuse from his father due to that. After an unexpected encounter, Izuku gains a quirk(s?) and massacres his family before starting his own path. He is adopted by the pro hero Eraserhead or Aizawa Shouta. He transfers schools and stops talking to anyone other than Aizawa and a group chat that he's in with people he met online. Who are his anonymous pen pals? Are they people he knows? Are they closer than he would have expected? WARNING: This is my first time writing a fan-based story. There will be gay in this leave if you don't like it. All main characters in this story are not mine and belong to mha. All art in this story is not mine. Most of the plot is mine.

"Don't you ever tell yourself you're not enough." ... Hyunjin X Minho Start: Friday, October 25 2024. End: ...? Triggers: Self Harm. Suicidal Thoughts. Homophobia. Selective Mutism. Bullying. Abuse. All those could be just a slightest bit.

The grave dirt still clung beneath his fingernails. He stumbled barefoot across the Gotham cemetery, shirt stiff, skin gray from the earth. His lungs rattled, his ribs ached, and the moon above looked too white, too sharp, like a blade. Every step was agony; every breath, a fight against the coffin that still seemed to close in around him. He didn't know his name. Not yet. He didn't know who he'd been or why the taste of blood felt so familiar on his tongue. All he knew was that he had been dead, and now he wasn't. The boy wandered through cracked headstones and rusted iron fences, until the city's glow swallowed the night. He moved on instinct: alleys, shadows, avoiding headlights, avoiding people. Gotham was a monster, and something inside him whispered that it had already eaten him once. Or: Recently revived Jason Todd is found not by Talia al Ghul, but by Jonathan Crane. And, by coincidence, Jonathan decides that it's about time to go face home.

When I was in middle school, I couldn't talk. I could talk at home, but not in school. When I was in high school, I could barely talk. I could talk at home, but I couldn't talk in school unless someone else talked to me first. I didn't know I had an anxiety disorder called Selective Mutism. So, this is my experience.

Sebastian West, the adopted brother of Jade West. A boy who suffers from major anxiety that sometimes causes him to go mute. Have you ever felt like speaking, you have the words on the tip of your tongue but no sound is coming your lips not moving? Have you ever been ripped of your privilege to freedom of speech? Have you ever been shook by nerves. All of a sudden your body is filled with fear or near and you can't function? Have you ever been... Anxiety Driven?

this is mostly just for myself, but feel free to read if you're interested. i think i'll mostly post my own poems, but i might include other poems that i just like (with the proper credit of course).

We built a home together and destroyed it together. It takes a masked man to piece everything back together. Finally a "happily" ever after, without him...Or so they thought. The ghost of him returns, the truth they know becomes distorted, and it only takes a server-ending threat to rebuild their home. This was supposed to be a one shot , but here we are. I love ghost dream so much. There is not enough stories about him. And yes, I blasted the song (to build a home) on repeat while writing this so I'm sorry if it seems really depressing. Prison arc? Nah, but ghost Dream? Yes. This takes place right after the community house is destroyed and Doomsday is set. Techno is mad at Tommy, but still cares cuz sbi is best. 😌 Update 2022: Techno will continue to be part of the story as a main character. I love his humor and he inspires me in everything I write. I will honor him in future chapters and future works.

Tamaria Leona Johnson was always a smart girl, even if she was never truly a girl. Meet the girl that Tamaria used to be and find out the man that he actually was meant to become through dairy entrys she's written throughout her lifetime. WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS SUCH AS CHILD ABUSE, SELF HARM, ABLISM, SEXUAL HERRASMENT, ASSULT, AND SUICIDE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

🖤COMPLETED🖤 Millie Bobby Brown has had selective mutism since she was born. Selective mutism makes Millie unable to talk to people that aren't immediate family. It's not that she physically can't talk, but she DOESNT want to. When her mother passed away when Millie is eight years old, she stops talking to anyone. When Millie meets Finn, she finally has a friend, and Finn is the only person who can get Millie to talk. But when Finn thinks that Millie betrayed him, he hates her, and Millie stops talking again. Millie can either tell Finn the truth and get over her fear of speaking, or live with the pain of Finn hating her, and stay forever Swallowed In Silence.

I want to talk, I really do...I just can't. They don't belive me and I don't blame them. I often think of the things I could say...I just never do.

A XiaoVen story ʜɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀᴜ Venti lives together with his twin brother Carmen after separating from the Ragnvindr's residents. They're living their lives as average teenagers in highschool. On the day of Yun Jin's announcement in transferring, Ms. Gunnhildr introduced a young boy from two doors away to be transferred in their class. What happen's when two completely different lives meet one another? Will the two call it faith? "Hi! Nice to meet you, I'm Venti." Do remember that this is just fanfiction! It does not relate to the canon story! Average number of words in a chapter: 2000

we're a strange pair, aven and i. we don't act the way you do. we don't feel the way you do. we don't think the way you do. we're coming for you - and you won't escape us this time. welcome to our world. ---------------------------------------------- rena zarin and aven kira. inseparable since day one, feared throughout their small town. feared - and revered. revered and scorned. there's something strange about them, something almost sinister...even aven, who hasn't spoken a word since age seven. they've been suppressed for far too long. they're coming, and no one is safe. --------- rated t for violence and insanity. --------- cover made using canva. --------- #59 in possession (11/27/19) #301 in insane (11/27/19) #13 in selectivemutism (11/27/19)

What happens when a depressed teen working at a Cafe finds interest in a quiet regular?... a lot happens actually.

A story about Selective Mutism and its side effects. 💗

Welcome to the Runaway Clique. On and beneath the streets of San Francisco, armed with spray paint and endless words to shout to the world, live the runaways. The broken. The misfits. All with stories and baggage. They do all they can to survive, expressing themselves in the writing on the walls. Things all change when they meet a rich boy who, at first glance, seems to have everything. But people are complex, and life is hard. How will the runaways' lives and problems mesh with that of a rich boy, his family's business, and an arranged marriage? This chance meeting could either make them or break them.

Just a general probably boring diary of me. So basically I wanted to create a little story that's just a general diary of me. I'm trying to get in the habit of writing more and more frequently often I feel like most of my thoughts or stories are just me rambling on to my friends and perhaps would be better in a diary to stop boring my friends. It's also like the limited amount of words you can put in an instagram post that no one ever reads on my depression account which makes me feel more shitty. So if it's a significant enough event/ story, or a really long insta post then I will just copy every I could have probably used another story for this I hate creating too many books and feeling cluttered but I don't think this quite fits the rest of them. Hopefully I will upload daily, if not, weekly but I don't really expect anyone to read Any of this, but thanks if you do.

Alex has been a prisoner of the Galra for so long that they cannot remember life before the purple ships and arena fights. Upon rescue, they learn what it means to feel safe.. Something that they didn't get to feel, even before the empire captured them. ~this follows the episodes *Very* closely! I don't own the storyline or anything else about voltron, but Alex is my character. None of the art is mine (I believe most have their artists signatures).~