Selfdestruction Stories

In the depths of Purgatory - a massive Nether prison ruled by NULL - Spoke is supposed to become just another broken prisoner. But after a failed escape attempt and weeks of surviving inside the violence, fear, and psychological pressure of the prison, something inside him begins to change instead. As guards tighten their control and prisoners slowly lose what makes them human, Spoke becomes obsessed with understanding how Purgatory works. He studies patterns. Learns manipulation. Adapts faster than he should. And the more he survives, the more the line between survivor and monster starts to disappear. The prison was built to destroy people slowly. The terrifying part is that it might be turning Spoke into someone far worse.

I've wanted to write a story for as long as I can remember. And honestly, my life has always been unpredictable enough to become one. This book is dedicated to every beautiful girl who was judged before she even spoke. To every girl people envied, misunderstood, desired, hated, or turned into an idea instead of a person. People rarely talk about the darker side of being extremely attractive. The jealousy. The assumptions. The toxic relationships disguised as love. The friendships that slowly turn into competition. The constant feeling that everyone thinks they know you just because of the way you look. If I could go back to high school and read this book, I know I would've felt less alone. Inside these pages are pieces of my real life - messy friendships, complicated love stories, heartbreak, obsession, betrayal, healing, and one love so toxic it changes the way you see yourself forever. This is more than just a story about being "the pretty girl." It's about surviving everything that comes with it. And to every beautiful girl reading this: if you've ever gone through even half of it, I am so sorry. But more than anything - I am so proud of you.

(Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? And Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow. Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

Elvira Clifton wanders around between the real and spiritual world, as she's doomed to forever search for innocent lives to steal. Once a dreadful, cynical soul now cursed as a soul eater after committing the unforgivable sins due to her uncontrollable spiral of insanity and depression upon confiding in with the haunting terror of the devil. Is she truly sinful or was she so lost she saw no way out of her "visions"?

Danger. Stay away." ​For Axle, those words aren't just a warning-they are a survival mechanism. Buried beneath a past defined by trauma, Axle prefers the predictable numbness of isolation to the unpredictable threat of letting someone in. ​Enter Rowan. Easy to read but packing the relentless determination of a gladiator, Rowan sees right through Axle's armor. Instead of running from the crushing darkness that consumes Axle, Rowan recognizes a kindred spirit worth fighting for. ​Now, Rowan faces a choice that could shatter them both. Breaking down Axle's walls means confronting his own deepest vulnerabilities. In a fierce battle against deeply ingrained self-destruction, Rowan must decide how much he is willing to bleed to pull Axle back from the edge-before the same flame consumes them both.

Riley's guaranteed to be a Caregiver, but what Little would want a Caregiver that has no time for them? None, of course. So, what does Riley do to solve that? Lie and pretend to be a Neutral, a new upcoming Classification open to all those who don't lean into any of the standard ones. However, when her Caregiver side gets out of control, and she starts to get judged for her decision, would there still be a chance to turn around? Or, will she be stuck where she is due to the consequences of her actions? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This can be read as a stand-alone even though it's a sequel to I'll Never Be Little. There will only be spoilers for the first book. However, if you've never read a Classification-style book before, I suggest you read I'll Never Be Little first. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

An encounter with Dr. Freakshow accidentally sets off a self-destruct protocol in the Transformatrix. The Autobots arrive on Earth, and tells Braedey that, in order to stop the countdown, they must find the one being who knows the inner workings of the device: the creator, Alpha Trion himself. Optimus Prime takes Braedey on an interstellar journey that's anything but leisurely, and that's before considering that not just the Decepticons are hot on their tracks... A/N: Transformers belong to their owners I only own my OCs. Others belong to their creators.

The Case Study of a Sun-God I. Observations on the Physics of Heat - They tell you not to look directly at the sun. They say it will ruin your vision, but they never mention how the darkness feels twice as heavy once you've glimpsed the gold. - The wax doesn't melt all at once. It weeps. It's a slow, stinging brand down the spine-a reminder that you are made of earthly, fragile things, and she is made of the celestial. II. A List of Sins I Have Gulped Down 1. The way her ink-stained thumb looks against the white of a page. 2. The number of freckles dotted along her face is 23 and In the right light you can connect them to my constellation. 3. The realization that I would rather be a handful of beautiful ash than a mountain of marble. 4. The fact that I don't want to be saved. I want to be consumed. III. On the Subject of Theology I am told that I hate her. I tell myself the same thing when the sun gets too hot and my skin begins to blister. I say I hate this as the feathers tear away, as the sky turns into a furnace, as the gravity of her existence pulls the marrow from my bones. For what was the purpose of a religion, if not to drown in the god you've chosen? IV. The Anatomy of the Fall Icarus didn't fall because he was a fool. He fell because he finally tasted the air outside of the labyrinth and realized that a life spent running is no life at all. He looked at the sun-at the terrifying, radiant heat of it-and decided to stop apologizing for his hunger. I am late to my own life. I am a ghost in a house of silver and shadows, trying to remember what it feels like to be warm. I'm sorry I called it hatred. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I'm getting blood on the gold. I just wanted to see if you were real. I didn't fly too high by accident. I offered myself up. V. Footnotes - The sun doesn't actually make a sound, but in my head, it resembles her laugh. - I think I might be dying. - How lovely it is to burn with you. - Are you even listening?

The Old Church is a raw, darkly comic literary series following Didrik Dahl - a Norwegian photojournalist turned state-sponsored wreck - as he washes up in a small Arctic community with nothing but a broken camera, a floor full of beer cans, and a finely tuned talent for self-destruction. What starts as a story about a man determined to disappear slowly becomes something else entirely: a community pulling him back to life whether he wants it or not, two sisters who upend everything he thought he knew about himself, and a darkness buried under the frozen marshes that won't stay buried. Sixteen chapters. One epilogue. Zero redemption arcs - or so he keeps telling himself. For fans of dark Scandinavian fiction, morally complicated characters, and stories that make you laugh in places you probably shouldn't.

A legendary invite into the private life of a brown girl. Who is she? That's not for you to know but join her anyway as she swims against the tide of life and the tsunami wave of sadness it brings with it. Will she drown in her self destructive habits or rise above it all and thrive? Join me on my glow up journey and read all about it the good, bad and the ugly. Besides who doesn't love the drama?

In Shadows of the Past, Sam and Bobby wrestle with the devastating revelations Dean shared about his years of silent suffering. The once indestructible Dean has been reduced to a man haunted by his mother's final words and the weight of his lifelong burdens. As Dean's inner battles intensify, Sam is torn between guilt and the overwhelming need to be the brother Dean can lean on. Bobby, too, is shaken to his core, recalling the day he talked Dean off the ledge, now understanding the depth of Dean's unresolved pain. With Dean no longer fighting to regain his mobility, it becomes clear to Bobby and Sam that Dean is on the brink of giving up, his will to survive tethered only by those he loves. But the words from their mother continue to haunt Dean, and the family must figure out whether this haunting is an omen or simply the last echoes of a lifetime of protecting others. Sam and Bobby must navigate a path of healing, both for Dean and themselves, but the shadows of the past loom larger than ever. Will they be able to save Dean from the ghosts that threaten to pull him under, or will they lose him to the darkness that's always been lurking just beneath the surface? Told from alternating perspectives, Shadows of the Past explores the emotional and psychological toll of family, loss, and the lengths we go to protect the ones we love-even from ourselves.

Children aren't the only ones prone to fear, take someone as powerful as the Queen of Arendale for example. Everyone is aware of her history. Today, there is a certain evil returning just in time to use it all against her once more. The Guardians have been summoned, again, for the sake of the children of Arendale and of the whole world. To protect those who need to believe they can be saved. After all, the only thing strong enough to kill someone is themselves. ranks: #17-selfdestruction #66-olaf #90-newyear #93-answers #135-pitch #152-wonder #273-selfdiscovery #310-riseoftheguardians #516-elsa #546-frozen #555-jelsa #656-questions #740-winter #830-christmas #871-olaf

In the city of Wrextral, magic is no longer alive. It has been harvested, refined, filtered into the air itself and sold back to the people as breathable stability. The old gods are dead. Wild magic has been flayed into infrastructure. Every miracle is regulated. Every heartbeat measured. Every citizen expected to remain predictable. Eira Marlowe used to help build the systems that keep the city alive. Now she lives alone in the rotting mid-tiers, surviving on too little sleep, recycled air, and the violent clarity of a mind slowly consuming itself. Haunted by trauma, dissociation, and the lingering ghosts of a world that refused to stay buried, Eira begins sketching impossible geometries that should not exist. Designs that whisper back. Designs capable of making the city remember what was stolen from it. As strange distortions begin spreading through the lattice networks beneath Wrextral, the line between engineered order and living magic starts to fracture. And somewhere deep beneath the city, something ancient is finally waking up. The Pressure is a dark science-fantasy novel about trauma, systemic control, memory, survival, and the terrifying seduction of becoming useful enough to survive. Perfect for readers who enjoy emotionally heavy character studies, decaying cities, unstable narrators, and lyrical dystopian worldbuilding.

Want to escape reality? Or become a God? We have all wanted this at some point but have never achieved it. Except Sebastian. Meet Sebastian, a boy with vivid dreams, a confused and broken heart, and a chance to live a godlike existence when he sleeps. But the dream world isn't what it seems. Follow Sebastian's journey as he grapples with power, sacrifice, and the price of playing God. Will his dreams become a refuge or a nightmare? Discover the mesmerizing tale of wonder and self-discovery in this thrilling adventure.

Juhoon's best friend is an angel. Or maybe a demon. He doesn't care what Martin is, though. He just doesn't want to be alone again. [I want attention so I'm posting this hear hahaha]

"I'm disappointed in you." "I disown you." "You are a murderer." "You were better off dead. Why did I even give birth to you?" "Look at your twin. You should be as good as ..." "Quit crying like a girl. You're a man, so behave like one." "If I had a child like that then I would have killed her with my bare hands." "She is such a shame to her parents." "Things would've been different only if your parents had a son instead of you." "No matter how hard you try, you can never be an heir to this family. You'll leave them one day on their own, believe it or not." "Aren't you ashamed?" "Do you want me to kill...." "Just die you bastard." "Having you brought nothing good to me." "You were just a mistake of my youth. Nothing more nothing less." "Help me."

Recently, Lance has been struggling to grapple with his own self worth and insecurities about himself. This Cuban boy gets so caught in his mind that he almost forgets to move when he sees a gun pointed at him... After that mission, one specific paladin, Keith, mentally takes note of Lance's behavior. The red paladin starts stringing together theories and has to soon take action fast to prevent the blue pilot from doing anything he might regret... Arguing, thats what the subject becomes when approached. A certain boy tries to avoid it- and instead hurls insults back. Nerves are struck on both sides of this unfriendly interaction. Both leave crying and upset- but for one of the boys; it cracked him a little much. A fragile piece within takes its final hit and shatters onto the cold bedroom floor. One shard is picked up, and next thing you know- The red paladin is searching for bandages. *** "Lance are you okay? Lance, Lance! Can you hear me!" I glance toward the panicking raven haired man beside me. Keith immediately looks me over for any signs of injury and immediately stops when he looks over my stomach. "Shit-"

It all started when my uncle, his girlfriend, and their three kids moved to Chicago. At first it was great but now it's a living Hell. I mean, sure they moved out of my house and are in their own but they're almost always over here. Most tell me to be independent but she's not so why should I?

This are some letters/things I've either written or have been sent, suicide notes and feelings.

This honestly more like a journal than a story. But I do like to write some poems and just statements and some free verses. Please do enjoy, most of I write is just struggles with alcohol addiction, depression, self identity issues and just other stuff. When I was younger I used to look at the world very corrupted and just gloomy but I feel me expressing how I feel would help with my problems. Thank you, A.