Self-conflict Stories

Dovian, the last messenger of the Gods, must join forces with a longtime rival kingdom to rescue Mia from the Dark Gods' followers. The Gods are leaving the mortal realm. Most see it as a chance to finally stand on their own. Others see an opening, a chance to crown themselves gods in their place. They kidnap Mia, the youngest princess of Varland, and enslave the mountain villagers of Aucera, demanding the divine relics in exchange for their lives. Dovian is left with an impossible choice: lose the princess he hopelessly loves, along with hundreds of innocent lives, or hand a band of self-proclaimed gods power enough to destroy the entire Hundred Tribes. Whichever he chooses, Aucera is waiting. A longtime ally or a looming threat, the neighboring kingdom keeps its blades sheathed behind a smile. When the last gifts the Gods entrusted to mankind become bargaining chips men massacre each other over, one wrong move could be all it takes to turn the last divine messenger into the very ruin he was chosen to hold back.

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He was judged. He was forced into a place. He didn't want it. He wanted to be good. But he was a demon so how could he be free? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A short story

A mysterious girl, a town called Storybrooke, an uncanny friendship, a lost boy bent on power, and a hidden evil bubbling under the surface. Lily lived for as long as she could remember in a town called Storybrooke. Strangely enough, she has no memories of her past life in the Enchanted forest and people in town cannot seem to remember or recognize her from anywhere. When she befriends Henry Mills she can finally start to uncover the secrets of her past which is soon disrupted by a pesky fae named Peter Pan. Will Lily be able to muster up the courage to save Henry despite not being able to find herself? Find out in IDENTITY OUAT. I hope you guys will enjoy this fan-fiction based on season three of OUAT. It's kind of like an alternative way the season could have gone while still sharing similar plot points. I don't claim ownership of any copyrighted characters or concepts from OUAT. I do however claim ownership of any original concepts or ideas found in this story.

She was tired of it. So she just decided to runaway but never will go back home. Or can she really ever find a place called home. Picture is mine

"You know the phrase life gets worse? Yeah, that's become my new motto." Welcome to Surrounded By Walkers, a story of how Emily tries to find a way to get out and protect herself and what she has left, which isn't much. She basically travels through hell and back for her family and safety and won't stop unless she's dead. In her case, with the amount of shit that's piling up on her, she might as well be dead until... she finds a few reasons that are to good to be true. Especially for this hell that is the earth now.

A single connection. And one choice that bends time just enough to ruin them both. Was it meant to be, or did time take the revenge. Was it foolish, or was it to protect own self?

The next paragraph is the description, the next line is some backstory. Something I cooked up trying to find my style in writing, also to deal with writing burnout from my wip, I would've kept this to myself but I think I've really cooked some good stories attempting this, I'll upload the rest if I even see one comment, this is just to test the waters. Weird. (the image used for cover is from gond tribal painting, idk copyright stuff so if im posedd to take it down, lemme know!)

Nindi, a girl a part of the superhuman race called the Rotolae, finds herself with a new task: Kill Sene Etur, the infamous 'terrorist' that stops any and all plans that will help those that the Government sees as unworthy of being helped. Yet when she finds herself seeing that maybe the government isn't doing what's right, she finds herself fighting on both sides of the battle. Yet she can only fight for one. The true question now is: who will she fight for? The Government that made her become the warrior she is now, or the terrorist that reminds her that while she may be super, she's still human?

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: ❥ #6 𝘪𝘯 ꜱᴇʟꜰᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ #27 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 #71 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 #95 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 #95 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 #184 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 ..................................................................... Joanna Hale has been hiding behind a mask for a decade. The facade of her life shatters when an unexpected event causes her to confront the truth of a covered murder. The secret that buried it all. ..................................................................... *A short Story*

I'm a 20 year old girl in a world full of misogyny, exploding technology and an increasing amount of self-worth being decided by other people. That's basically what this whole book is about.

A young girl loses her mother due to cancer after growing close to her in the very few months that she had left. Years after her mother's death Jessie still dreams of the day of her mother's funeral and how heart shattering it truly was for her. Suddenly, one day she is discovered in her car by a teacher that she has. She's overdosed on high amounts of her medication and is thrown into a coma that takes her to a place in which is unfamiliar and feels real, though it's more of a dream... ... Will she make it out alive?

Dear readers! I wonder, who am I talking to now? Who are all of you? What lives do you have? Do you feel happy and peaceful? You show on social media only small parts of your life, whhich are visible only with small parts, like a concert from dark hall whose light and electricity system has severe impairments, like a blurry vision from wet window due to snow or heavy rain, like only eyes of a person are visible when he or she looks in very small mrror. Oh, I enjoy all of those comparisons too much...To be simple. you demonstrate only part of your life on media., rest remains unknown because you do not manage or do not wish to present. Will some of experiences described here resonate with you and seem painfully or blissfully familiar/ Will some monents seem like nightmarish, while others - like impossible dream, like beautiful distant fairy tale? Many of you will dream of life like this family. characters of this book, although not so few of you can pitty and be horrified as well.Because our worl are both wonderful and violent. changeable and constant at the same time. So I am trying my best not to confuse you, not to make you want to sleep for a short time and not to bore you. I am collecting my thoughts, but sometimes they just carry me away...I am sorry for writing from myself using the world"I" so often, it might seem to be arrogant and selfish. So I wull try to use "they".,"Those people", "this perosn", "the boy", "the girl", "the child", "the lady", "The gentleman", "the guy", "the girl", "the woman" "the men"/ "guys", "ladies", "girls", "boys", "kids", "adults"

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A suite in progress. Some movements are written in certainty and others are written in the middle of the storm. This is not a story with a plot, nor a memoir looking back with crystal clarity. It is a collection of movements composed in intense yet complex feelings at the moment, each preserving a season exactly as it was lived. A prelude of identity, a scherzo of pressure, a fugue of unraveling, a lament of unanswered prayers, and whatever comes next, hence modulations... Written without the privilege of hindsight, these pages explore ambition, faith, grief, perfectionism, music, family, financial hardship, and the quiet fear of becoming someone you no longer recognise. Each movement remains a snapshot, a timestamp of a mind trying to make sense of itself while life continues to modulate around it. Perhaps there will one day be a final movement. Until then, the suite remains unfinished. P.S Look out for the stylistic contrasts between the different movements, some are more poetic and prose-like, whereas some are lyrical or perhaps descriptive.

The thought that started it all. The self hatred and the loathing. Confused and out of options, I don't know if there is any way back

Long ago, a story was told and since then has echoed in the hearts and minds of many. The story goes a little something like this... "One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, envy, jealously, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed." There is a wolf within us all. It is up to us who we decide to let win. Shall it be the wolf who hides in the shadows, or the wolf who dwells in the light? In order to truly decide, we must face our fears and acknowledge that both wolves are a part of us. Just as good is a part of who we are, bad is as well. Therefore we must come face to face with the part of ourselves that hides in the shadows in order to prosper into the light. This is closure, the shadow work journey. Join me, as I come face to face with my own wolf that hides in the shadows. Through my journey into the light I hope you too find inspiration to embark on your own.

In this world when males hit the age of 18, they are viewed as matured. Their creator bestows a power upon each for the better. But what if you can find no good in you're supposed blessing?

A Flying Pass is a slice of life story about middle schooler Homura Robin who goes through his life with two battling sides, one passionate about arts and the other passionate about sports, but the question is, which one is truly him? Which side will he choose? How will they shape him? Or will they come together and compromise?