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.

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.

She and her do not like to hang out together too often but since she is born attached to it she is trying to improve her relationship, with this significant other.

Harrison finally moved to his new home in Arizona with his parents. Everything's so stressful now that he's going to a new middle school. He just wants to "fit in" and not be the kid that ends up getting bullied. Along the way Harrison meets people that leave negative influences on him. It causes him to start making poor choices, and it makes him change as a person. As he gets older and meets new people, he begins to think about who has become over the years and it begins to mess with his mind. It's basically a constant battle against himself, as he tries to figure out who he really is and who he wants to be.

A short story with a lot of personal meaning. A young man has visions every night of a wide field and a strange, yet playful shadowed creature. Over time, things become different, moods change, the atmosphere changes, the shadow changes.

Chara dreemurr is a thief in a world where monsters and humans are united on the surface. They live an easily life while they steal possessions for a living in exchange for necessity. Not for long, they stumble upon a knife, And learn how to use it.

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.

well...I haven't written in years but I suddenly felt inspired so...I'll be posting my poems here ._.

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*

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

Short story

Not every battle leaves bruises.Some become poems. Whispers of My Soul is a collection of free-verse poetry born from overthinking, anxiety, quiet heartbreak, and the endless conversations that echo inside the mind. These poems don't promise healing or easy answers-they simply exist as honest confessions from someone learning to survive their own thoughts. Within these pages you'll find sleepless nights, unspoken words, fragile hope, self-doubt, longing, and the strange comfort of embracing emotions that are often hidden from the world. Each poem is a window into the moments when the loudest noise comes from within. If you've ever smiled while your mind was falling apart, questioned your own worth, or searched for meaning in the silence, perhaps these words will feel like they have been waiting for you all along. poetry | self composed | inner monologue | thoughts |

people vent when screaming out feels dumb,people vent,when they have had enough tw:there's some slight mentions of SH and nihilistic views are expressed. My advice is not to go for those views,thats life from my pov,not an advice, its lengthy too,considering its a vent Dont expect something great from a failure whos fifteen

I am a daughter, I am a sister, I am a bestfriend, I am the one who loves without a second thought, I am a person with a future ahead of me. So why am I left feeling like a broken instrument? I could play a beautiful tune if I was whole. I gave you everything you wanted and needed. So why did you have to cut out my heart and stomp it into the ground. We could be apart of the LGBT community or we can just be straight. When you read it like that makes it seem like one of us is alienated and one of us is normal....my bad.... The one thing that unites us is our feelings, love, joy, happiness, sadness, depression, bitterness, loss and maybe even some jealousy. This is my story There's a low point of my life, there's the love that helped bring me up, and then there's that same love that leaded to heartbreak and my downfall..currently I've picked up the pieces I'm just trying to figure out a way to stitch them together

Walking through the alley, Eira felt it all-shattered, heartbroken, foolish... used. But was she really used-or did she let it happen, did she let herself be used? Trying to protect... She halted, took a sharp deep breath in the cold night. Staring up at the stars until the moon pulled her in, she asked herself: What was I even trying to protect? What the hell was I trying to protect??? She asked inwardly as a bitter smile crept across her face. What? Just what...?

Just some thoughts I've had as I hopelessly long for the attention of a girl who perhaps never even notice me. Were the signs even real or made up by myself? The love, the story I'll never know.