Silentscream Stories

Some thoughts are too loud to silence. Some hearts carry stories never spoken. The Echoes of Mind and Untold Story of Heart is a haunting journey through broken memories, unhealed wounds, and emotions buried deep within the soul. As the mind whispers truths the heart is afraid to confess, love and pain collide in a world where silence speaks louder than words. This story explores the fragile line between longing and loss, where every echo leaves a scar-and every untold feeling demands to be felt. The mind remembers what the heart tries to forget. The heart feels what the mind cannot escape. This novel unravels the untold stories hidden behind quiet smiles and sleepless nights. It dives you into the depths of love, trauma, and emotional silence, where unspoken feelings slowly turn into echoes that haunt the soul. A tragic yet beautiful tale of inner battles, forbidden emotions, and a love that was never meant to be easy-or whole.

ᴺᵉʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ 𝐹𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑛 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑔𝑢~ Ia tumbuh dalam lingkungan yang penuh harapan. Keluarganya sederhana dan hidup pas-pasan, namun ia selalu berusaha tampil sempurna di depan orang lain. Sayangnya, di balik sikapnya yang egois, ia hanyalah seorang gadis yang terbelenggu oleh perkataan orang-orang di sekitarnya. Tak menemukan jati diri, ia terus-menerus berusaha menjadi orang lain-ingin menjadi mereka yang menurutnya sempurna - tanpa menyadari bahwa ia semakin terbelenggu dalam pemikiran bodoh yang ia ciptakan sendiri. Sebuah kisah tentang pencarian jati diri, manipulasi, dan pengorbanan dalam persahabatan, dengan latar belakang kehidupan yang penuh tekanan dan tuntutan. Panggil aku cireng! ᵃˡˡ ᵖᶦᶜ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿ ᒍᗩᑎᘜᗩᑎ ᒪᑌᑭᗩ ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ Yᗩ💟

I should be grateful for my hands, without them, my thoughts would be left in the dark. A collection of words made into sentences to relieve my heart from the burning sensation of unwritten thoughts. Raita_san.

Everything seems to be exhausting to me No matter how much I sleep No matter how much coffee I drink Or how long I lay down Something inside me screams to have given up My soul is tired😣😴

Between illusion and truth... there's a thin thread you might not see, until you find yourself having crossed it without realizing. This story might make you wonder : Are you really you? Or are you just another character in a tale you never knew had begun? Read with caution... some roles cannot be escaped. Have you ever felt that you're not you, but... someone else? If your answer is yes, then you're at the heart of this story. And if it's not, then be prepared to discover another world that will reveal you never really knew yourself.

This holds my pain , homage to the evils of life . The birth of the stone heart , my alter ego birthed by my trials .

monsters don't hide under your bed, they simply live in your head and the worst thing Is you can't run away from them

Why do I keep hearing the sound of rain and silent calls for help when it's perfectly sunny and quite? Why is he sitting there again staring at me, begging me for help? Why can I see him and no one else can? None of it make sense. This is not how my first year in college suppose to be. 'Stay silent don't say anything. I have been looking for you. I know you can hear me so please just quietly agree that you will help me. Help me find them. Ask them why they left me. Somehow get them back to me. Please they are the only people I considered family.' - The Boy

one day, bakugou bumps into Toga and she began abusing him recklessly and even works with him at the ice cream store "freezing minds". kirishima notices something going on but he can't get an answer from bakugou. bakugous mom even hurts him and he can't do anything. read in here to find out more!

*My First Country Bears story. Recommend watching the movie before reading. Beary knows how lucky he is. He has two families to look after him. Ted knows how lucky he is. He can count on his family and they can count on him. When confusion, doubt, anxiety and care mix in with the world's most cruel, merciless, careless monster---puberty---this family will be put to the test.

A girl Her Depression Life through her eyes Her story Her fear Her Troubles Her Lies

Abigail is a 13 year old girl who finds out the the greek myth is real and not only that she finds out that she is a mortal yet a god is related to her

I know those are for painting...but words are arts of expressions...and I'm one of a heck frustrated with both...

Footsteps. They follow you everywhere you go. You are the only one able to hear them. People think you are insane. You have to proof you aren't...

Life was like a movie. Some people were interested. Some people weren't. Every movie had a conflict and a character, every story happens where no one looks. Marinette didn't know why she had to be the main character of her story. Stories happened all around...only if you know where to look. Marinette wished she could be the attractive/oblivious love interest like Adrien. Or the popular girl like Chloe. Or the smartie like Alya. But she was Marinette. And everything happened to her. What to do?...other than lose control.

Grace McLovehart is an innocent girl, until... she meets badboy Riley Grey. At the moment, she has no idea that she will come to a love-hate relationship quickly. That is, until he saves her from imminent danger. What she doesn't know is that Riley is indeed a prince, and looking for a wife. Grace, at a mere 16 years of age, is not ready to be that committed to someone. Or so she thinks.

Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe This ward is the first gate in the Chromasylum, and it's not just dark-it's a funeral for your former self. If you're looking for healing or clarity, turn back. The Black Ward is for those who've already broken... and decided to walk anyway The Black Ward | "From despair, something sharp still survives." The Black Ward is not a beginning-it's what's left after everything ends. Forged from grief, forged in silence, this is the first domain of the Chromasylum. A place where light isn't just absent-it's unwelcome. Here, memories rot in the walls and emotions bleed into the air like soot. The architecture feels wrong, like a song played backward or a thought you shouldn't have had. The Black Ward calls to the broken, the bitter, and the buried. It feeds on regret and turns it into jagged truth. Those who enter are forced to face every version of themselves they tried to forget. Not to overcome them-but to become something forged from their ashes. The key to this ward is obsidian and bone, carved by emotion, humming with pain too old to have a name. Some say the Black Ward is a test. Others know it's a tomb.