Sleepless Stories

Maybe in another world we could be together. Maybe in another world I would be truly fine. Maybe in another world there is real peace. Maybe in another world my mind is quiet. Maybe in another world you can be here. Maybe in another world life goes better. Maybe in another world they will care. Maybe in another world I am strong. Maybe in another world I won't die. Maybe in another world I survive. Maybe in another world I live..... ...just maybe. My last wish, while falling. ⚠️ TW: su¡cide, selfhärm, self blame, bulling, voices, death, blood Please, if you do selfhärm or think about k¡lling yourself, you probably shouldn't read this story. But please, listen to me just for one more second. Even if you think nobody is caring about you, I tell you, there is. There are people who'll cry about the loss of you, there are people who'll never be able to move on, and there are people who'll blame themselves for not being able to help you. So please talk to someone, sometimes it's just a stranger, a call emergency services or helplines. Please don't hurt yourself in any way. Just take a deep breath and then do one small step, the first one is the hardest. But always remember, you have the control, it's your decision what you choose to show, and when. You decide how fast the things will go on. Take care and stay safe! Sometimes we don't see it, but no one is alone. You're important and you're strong! You and your feelings matter, always! 🫂 Don't like it, don't force yourself reading it. 🔔 Updates: once a week: Monday -Past then it where three times on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday- ✨️ Best Rankings (05/10/2026): #1 voices of 4.48k #96 sad of 349k #74 hurt of 93.7k #11 triggerwarning of 17.3k Started writing: 04/21/2026 Breake from 05/14/26 till 06/06/26 Finished writing: ??? Publishing started: 04/27/2026 Paused: 05/26/26 till probably 06/25/26 Updates completed: ???

When Player is sick and all alone in Medbay, he thinks that it can't get better... But when an unexpected visitor comes, could that be the thing to make it better??

What if.. what if our dreams aren't just an Imagination or our subconsciousness? ( Content warning ⚠️ ) *I should say this fanfiction, might be good for a fans of backrooms and some kind of weird core??? ** ps. sorry if I make some mistakes but I'm dyslectic. *** It's my own idea - if something contains someone else's work or content, it's not my fault = I would delete that. (in case if it would be the problem)

Thus the stone tumbles... To where fate has prepared its fall. And perhaps its ascent. Just so my poems do not get lost in time in Tumblr posts, this is my collection of published poems on Tumblr. These poems are at least 2 months old, so please do check out my Tumblr page at https://swayzeraekyoz.tumblr.com/ for up-to-date posts! ;D Please enjoy~

Sitting on my table I have a laptop in my hands....writing the story of why I can't love another person even after 5 years of separation and hurtful heartbreak. While that man is living a life with his new partner whom he promised was ME..... But Do I still Love him or do I love the memories of him?

Just a really small story I was given as a challenge from my English teacher to only write with exactly 100 words. This story was written from personal experience. Enjoy.

Eviena is your normal girl. She goes to the coffee shop in the morning to write her books. She hopes that one day, her books will be published and thousands of people around the world would read them. She lost her mother due to cancer and the only person that she's holding onto is her father. Jax has Insomnia and that's keeping him away from doing the things he love. He just wants someone to accept him for who he is. His parents divorced when he was seven and that all started his Insomnia. He needs someone to be there for him and love him for who he is. Jax and Eviena shared the same past, loosing someone they love the most. Will they find love or loose another loved one?

Welcome to thee world of poetry. Explore the world of poetry with this book of poems! Yea, I need to come up with a better description but it's too late and I can't be bothered. Anyway, you are near the end of the description. Decide weather you are going to emerse yourself in poems yet. Ps. The poems get better the further along you read Anyway that's my opinion. Why don't you read them and decide for yourself?

To connect or just be weird is the purpose of this little "book." Talk to me if you want. I may rant in here or write little short stories. If you like a short story, please, give me feed back.

A collection of poems from a sleepless teen. Its my way to cope with daily emotions. Read it or not , these poems are how i feel.

A poem i wrote. feedback is appreciated (:

Ever since I was a child, I'm fond of watching horror movies especially those movies that has creepy twists and an incredible suspense. Exploring the portal of other dimension is what I like the most! I just want you to know that I'm not a weird individual. Being different is unique! For me, it's exciting to explore the other side and it's fun to articulate the subliminal puzzles formed in mind. The stories contained a terrifying phenomena because it really happened a long time ago. Encountering things beyond what a man could ever imagine is actually frightening. Feeding the hungry souls of the readers make me full and satisfy them with intense fear. For their own privacy, I intend to change the characters' names and settings involved in the stories. Remember, these stories are based on my experiences which I encountered an extraordinary entities. GET READY TO FACE YOUR FEARS!!! P.S. ... I'm an avid fan of Stephen King (The King of Horror)

Just a bunch of poems I write in the middle of the sleepless nights.

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I keep the wars inside the depths of my mind...

Expressing my Feelings through Sleepless Nights

sky full of stars has inspired me

Life is hard and sad. Stressful. Full of mysteries. My life journal.

Hey Rose petals. I'm starting this new book, more of a journal. It's going to be called " My night visitor ". I call it this because almost every night I'm visited by a monster. This monster that I call my thoughts keeps me up pretty late at night... and writing helps calm me down. I'll write as much as I can. Have a good day Rose petals! Stay Awesome!