Skitzophrenia Stories

He was the best and worst older brother. I thought I'd never be able to say, "hey, you turned out to not be a complete douche". His smile was the best, his influence changed my world. His death knocked me off balance. he died for a monster named Heroin, and I'll never forgive him completely for it. Yeah, miss him? Tons. Never forgive? Possibly. At the moment, I don't know what to think. That's why I'm trying to sort this shit out. I'm going to find forgiveness somewhere, but he'll have to work for it. Dead or alive.

Talutah is a little strange, but the only one who cares about me. Unlike my mother who takes out all of her drunken rage on me. Like me, Talutah had enough of her. Unlike me, Talutah is not afraid to kill. She is insane, but she is still my best friend. No one belives in her existence. Nobody understands. Text in bold- voices in head Text italicized- Talutah talking (Text in bold and italicized is Talutah's voice in head. Same for Sully. y/n- your name h/c- hair color e/c- eye color f/s- favorite candy My first two creepypasta x reader books had a picture on each chapter. They are pretty time-consuming and difficult to make. If you all want me to still do them I will. Just let me know :).

I felt her presence she was here I new it, but the doctor said that she was dead, but she is here with me holding my hand as I speak

Sporadic poems that I find(or write) that I like. Please enjoy! Feel free to comment if there's anything you'd like to tell me about my writing this far. :)

once a year I got shipped off to boring Delaware. My grandma who I am forced to stay with, lives in the tiniest town of Bridgeville. At her house their is no Wi-Fi, no TV, no Computer or any sort of electronics. Everything there looks like it jumped out of the 1970's. Every summer I get to spend 2 weeks at home before my parents fly me to Delaware for the rest of summer. I mean it's not that bad. Like the highlight of my summer is going to the fair. I get to hang out with my mom's friend. My parents used to live there, until they moved to California. Everyday I went down to the library. Reading books or using the internet. Everything in that stupid town was of biking distance. On Sundays I had to go to church with Granny, and her friends. This town literally holds no people near the age of 15. You probably think this sounds like an incredibly boring summer And you are exactly right. I am thinking of calling it the Boringest summer ever. I may be a little exaggerating.

Some thoughts on how to instruct phytzophrenia

“Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.” ― Bram Stoker, Dracula Alicia Manor, the girl known as "crazy" not in a joking way. Alicia's crazyness started on the day she turned 16 having be gifted with nightmares, and insanity. At the age of 17 she is suicidal, she regularly visits a therapist, her medication not helping at all, worst of all her own family is tired of her, except her stubborn brother Tommy who doesn't want to give up on his dear sister. Being antisocial Alicia has no one to talk to as her nightmares start to get worse. But when her insanity becomes reality, Alicia's life will take a strange and horrifying turn. One should not be afraid to sleep.

"raja el barak apa acha ini gila ?" "acha ko ngomongnya gitu" "iya, temen-temen sekolah acha pada ngeledekin acha, kalo acha ini gila" "acha, acha ini gak gila ko, hanya ada kerusakan pada saraf otaknya doang" "raja el barak, apa bunda maria akan ninggalin acha, sama kaya papah ray yang ninggalin acha" "acha bunda itu gakan ninggalin acha, asalkan acha jangan pernah nangis dan sedih" "raja el barak apa cincin yang dikasih papah ray untuk acha masih ada?, tapi cincinnya kebesaran banget dijari manis acha" "acha cincinnya masih ada ko, suatu saat nanti acha yang akan memegang cincin itu, ini udah malem sekarang acah bobo ya jangan lupa cuci muka, kaki dan tangan dan gosok gigi supaya kuman-kumannya tidak bersarang dibadan acha" "iya raja el barak" acha mengangguk patuh lalu pergi menuju kamarnya, tidak lupa untuk cuci tangan, cuci kaki dan gosok gigi dan bersiap untuk tidur. ~terkadang aku hidup dipanggung sandiwara, hidup yang tak pernah nyaman, seperti anak lainnya. Aku cape hidup seperti ini, hidup dengan penuh teka teki dalam panggung. Hidup yang lebih banyak saling membunuh, hidup yang lebih banyak disiksa oleh ayah tiri dan kakak tiri, mereka jahat. Ini bukan kisah seorang psikopat yang membenci keluarga ku, ini juga bukan kisah cinderella yang disiksa oleh ibu(ayah) tiri dan kakak tiri. Tapi ini kisah acha, kisah yang penuh sandiwara keluarga dan sahabat. Dimana lebih banyak konflik bertengkar karena aku. Lebih banyak kisah lucu, disini mengajarkan kita untuk bersabar seperti aku, mengajarkan kita arti kehilangan kasih sayang. Mengajarkan kita apa arti rindu dan cinta. -ACHA

ok by crew I mean the crew me and my friends made like Lizzy Elizabeth Ellucy lara and then some normal like tord pat Paul B. L. Tom and some more read to find out and comment your questions to ask any one of them

"It will all be over, Izaya. The fear, us, your love for Heiwajima Shizuo, it will all be gone. These stupid emotions would not exist anymore. You'd be free, Izaya." "Who's to say there will be an end?" Izaya tried, attempting to push back his previous thoughts because 'monsters are stupid monsters don't know anything.' Just like Shizu-chan. But that was brute looked more human than ever compared to these monsters.

There is a palpable sense of struggle and inner turmoil conveyed through the narrator's dialogue and private reflections. The unseen "companion" seems determined to keep the narrator in a place of self-doubt and loneliness. Exploring their motivations and origins could add an interesting layer of mystery. Perhaps in a moment of clarity, the narrator begins to suspect this voice does not have their best interests at heart. Some of the key elements that point to this: - It explores complex questions about identity, loneliness, and the human psyche. The narrator is grappling with who they are at a deep, introspective level. - There seems to be an element of uncertainty about what is real vs. what is a product of the narrator's troubled mind. The unseen "voice" could be imagined or could be external - this leaves the reader questioning reality alongside the protagonist. - Mental/emotional distress and interior conflicts are central to the plot and character development. The narrator appears to be suffering from loneliness, self-doubt, perhaps other psychological issues. - Mystical/supernatural events (the voice) are left open to interpretation. They could be literal, or they could be symbolic of the narrator's internal struggle personified. This psychological/interpretive angle is common in this genre. - Prose has a subjective, stream-of-consciousness quality that draws the reader into the narrator's fragile mental state and highly personalized perceptions. So in summary, I think this blends psychological complexity, questions of reality/identity, and interiorized storytelling to qualify it as a work of psychological fiction. Of course, other genres may also apply as it continues to unfold. But so far the focus on the narrator's psyche seems the defining element.

Nova struggles to understand what is real and what is not. Nobody ever really let her know the difference considering she never let people know how much of the world she could see. She avoided people for the most part. Never knowing who was a hallucination. For some reason she couldn't seem to avoid Mason. The constant run-ins lead her to believe she is only imaging the beautiful boy with green eyes and curly brown hair.

♥ Inspiration ♥: My dad. My dad has schizophrenia. ☺ ☺ ☺ “So, ever kissed a rabbit between the ears?,” He asks her. “No?. . .,” She raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to?,” He chuckles and pulls out the pockets of his jeans. It takes her a few seconds to realize what he had just asked her, and scrunches her nose up in disgust, she struts away, trying to get the image out of her mind.

Demons. Monsters. To most they can't be real, but what if they were. What if there was someone who could see them. Nate Jackson can. This is his pov of his for say ability.

Have you ever done drugs? So badly you enter the drug world? Here's to a true story about what that leads to...

She thinks that someone is following her, everywhere she she goes there is that same, torturous voice. No one else can hear it. Only she can save herself, she just needs to find out how to escape her reality and find her way to everyone else's.

Based on the true story of Anatoly Moskvin. Moskvin was charged with a dozen crimes, all of wich dealt with the desecration of graves. The Russian media called him "The Lord Of Mummies" or "The Perfumer". [article from allthatsinteresting.com]

another original creepypasta by your friendly neighborhood trash can.