Selfconflict Histórias

The Author writes out his life from when his childhood was for a lack of a better word... perfect? Only to enter his downwards spiral into reality.

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He was different but people never realise it. He had his own identity but people never realise it. He wanted to be treated better but people never realise it. He didn't want to bonded by the fame but people never realise it. He wanted a normal life but people never realise it.

A girls dream. A life she wants, or at least, a life she thinks she wants.

Beware there will be swears. If you dare to continue, there will be sensitive subjects. This book is not suitable for young children or those easily disturbed. "You shouldn't underestimate me." Obsessed with success, drenched in fears. Summarises me pretty well. But I'll do whatever it takes to be cared by others. To hope for a better tomorrow. No matter the cost. Nothing is more valuable than love. That, I want. And I'll pay anything. Anything.

Seventeen year-old Amethyst Oppel is a perfectionist. From valedictorian candidate of her class to being the center of her friends, life seemed perfect. But with the darkness of her mind and her secret abuse at home, how can one cope with so much? What makes you who you are? Where is the fine line between illness and reality? In Rainy Blues, the tales of mental illnesses, self-harm, and societal pressure unite together for an unforgettable and haunting journey. (Triggering and some cursing)

A spiritual short story I made as a project for my yoga class in my sophomore year of high school, it deals with overcoming and understanding each individual chakra in a very literal sense. I was hopeful that I could faithfully portray every individual Chakra in not only its physical attributes but its metaphysical ones that the protagonist has to understand and adapt himself to. Chakras are not something that you overcome, they aren't roadblocks, you are the roadblock. This was something I wrote at a time where self-harm and depression were a daily struggle, even though this story itself does not deal with these aspects of life, it is something I wrote (partly as a school project) but partly as a coping mechanism to internalize all the lessons I had learned from the past year. One of those being that the greatest threat you can ever face is looking right back at you in a mirror.

It's just a harmless test. Until it isn't. Harry, after taking the test and passing it, ends up kidnapped. For months with no news people are beginning to lose hope. Until they find him with no memory and out of control magic. How long until the ministry deems him dangerous? Especially when he's not sharing the whole story.

"...The poison had run through my vein But I know what I'm doin' This is my cure, antidote Pouring unspoken fury into a poet Which may sound like casting a spell For one to return or fall." Across the sad years, we become more and more acquainted with heartbreak. They come in the form of losses, isolation, and self-hate. Don't let them stay any longer, or your heart will be blackened. Each person has their antidote, and as for me, sharing is. I hope this collection of poems could untangle the intricate minds and resonate with you. Text copyright © 2021 by Sinta Kusumawardhani (@sintamkusuma). All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of OUP.

Evealyn having a long awaited return to her grandmother's estate. Though she feels that might be too late having now become the inheritor of it due to her grandmothers passing. While going through some of her grandmother's belongings, she uncovers the secret as to why she had been kept away. With pieces of what has been happening to her starting to come together. Will she ever come to accept it and be able to move on or will it leave her in more questions than answers?

A short story about a couple that didn't work out but had an impact on both of them.

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?

pointless free-writes about the big man upstairs; the puppet master

Could a devil live an angel's life?

those who know will understand this longing to be loved

𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝙰 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍. ....𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙰 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝. (Slightly inspired by the Mimic by MUCDICH)

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!)

[will continue the story at a later date] Ryan, upon receiving a text from his mother informing him he'd have to walk home from work, makes his way down the block to find a taxi cab waiting for him. His sister is visiting for week and he needs to be on time. On time to where? Ryan buckled his belt and gave the driver his address, only the driver didn't make the right turn. ☆ ONC2023

Welcome to Nicks Messed Up Diary. The main goal of this is to not only introduce readers to the kind of person I am but for people to enter my mind and express my emotions, for readers to be able to connect with what they fear the most by speaking what others cant put into words. I not only tend to share my life which was full of constant affliction at some point but to also share a peace of my genius, a part of my scuffle with the not only the outside world but my inner self.