Soulsearching Stories

"You can only push a person so far before they break." The dark veil of the Black Prom Massacre still hangs heavy over Chamberlain, Maine. Everyone believes the tragedy's catalyst, Carrie White, is dead, but they are wrong. Barely clinging to life and sanity, Carrie flees her infamous past, alone and hunted for the devastating telekinetic power that erupted from her. Just as hope fades, a mysterious older man finds her and leads her to the only person who might hold the key to her survival: Jago, a Tibetan warrior-monk consumed by a quest for atonement. But Carrie's troubles have only just begun. The same deadly forces that stalk the competitors of the Killer Instinct tournament-those who seek to harness her "cursed" ability-are closing in. With the terrifying, impending apocalypse of Gargos's invasion drawing near, Carrie must master the raw, brutal strength of her power before it consumes her. The journey towards redemption has begun. ------------------------------------------ Cover credited by @Niranju98. Disclaimer: Microsoft and Rare own Killer Instinct Stephen King owns Carrie. *EDITING

"Somewhere Between Forever and Goodbye" This is for the hopeless romantics. The ones who believe in soulmates, even after getting their heart broken. Each verse lives in that space between forever and goodbye. Between the person you thought they were, And the person they actually are. In my world, love is both. It's the best thing and the worst thing. It's hoping they come back, even when you know they won't.

Heart Therapy Poetry , Poetry that heals the soul Hope you Enjoy because it comes from my life and the emotions I live.

Poetry is catharsis of the soul To the person holding this and reading my words Be gentle, for you hold my heart in your hands and my soul in your mind --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will be add more as inspiration hits Like and comment <3

A symbolic story about a being made of Mind, Body, and Energy-struggling under the weight of thoughts. As the fog of mental noise thickens, clarity fades... until stillness begins to reveal the forgotten voice of the soul.

Everett Tornhill died three years ago. Living with it has been... complicated. Ever since that night, he's had a foot in two worlds, and a silent companion that refuses to let go. When darkness takes shape in people's lives-whispers, shadows, things that crawl out of emptiness-Everett finds himself drawn in, whether he wants to be or not. But as he delves into his cases, he finds himself wrestling not just with strange entities, but with questions that linger far too close to his own fractured soul

Some losses don't happen all at once-they unfold quietly, slipping into the spaces we stop noticing. And sometimes, what we find along the way isn't what we were looking for, but exactly what we needed. Lost and Found is a gentle, introspective tale that explores absence, longing, and the quiet resilience of the human spirit. Set against the backdrop of ordinary moments, it traces an emotional journey where memories linger, choices weigh heavy, and rediscovery comes in unexpected forms. A story about what it means to lose... and what it truly means to find.

Unsaid thoughts..... Unsaid words.... Unsaid feelings.... Unsaid adventures of my mind....

Author's Note At first, this text was meant for me alone. I wrote it so I wouldn't forget what I had understood, what I had felt, what I had touched with the tip of my consciousness. I needed to leave a trace. Because once words are written down, they allow us to remember more clearly. And because I know that doubt, forgetfulness, or the noise of the world can sometimes cover everything up. But the more I wrote, the more I realized how difficult it is to put this kind of reflection into words-and how much this journey requires staying both lucid, honest, and open. So I thought: maybe others are going through the same questioning. Maybe some people, somewhere, are trying to connect what they deeply feel with what they've been taught. Maybe they, too, are trying to let spirituality, science, intuition, and doubt coexist. This text does not try to teach a lesson. It doesn't claim to be right. But if it can support a reflection, or express in words what someone hadn't yet been able to say, then it will have meant something beyond me.

I'm a small person in the eighth grade, and I'm bad at poetry. I was inspired by two of my friends to write this. @pepermintsolace wrote: Work of an 8th Grade Poet @darksky03 wrote: Teenage Thoughts

a collection of poems for when your heart is heavy, empty, or half full.

Carwyn have seen many things. The majority of those things are titled the unseen. Tangled with gods and monarchs he discovers that he is the reincarnation of a man behind the scenes, an evil that is still lurking in the dark. He recruits a team that has an effect in history and they all find a way to change their destiny. Until a sudden turn in events happens that changes everything. A villain found among the 7 gods and 12 monarchs, but who? And how many? Do every story only have 2 sides, or can there be more? Dimensions and universes, we believe that we now what's good or bad but do we know who we really are, or is it all an assumption?

When one's entire heart becomes open to the very such "visibility of one's own sense of purpose"... So, does everyone's own sense of self...that brings in ALL the such "purposing goods" about oneself in the "general means too a good ending tale"! The heart then sends out a pulse towards the inner bodily processes. At which time the brain speaks up for itself for the very first time... In like...FOREVER! That's when (also, in the general meantime) the mind...comes and tries too truly complete its own self.

When mental health takes its toll and alcohol fuels a breakdown, decisions and self reflection is a matter of mental sanity is a matter of life and death.

"You're God's beloved!" That's how Princess's mom used to remind her. But how could she believe it nor accept the fact that she's beloved by God if one day she woke up her beloved mommy was already lying on the floor with her blood and was killed by her atheist dad? Will she hold on to those words? Or will she harbor hatred for God? Well, that horrific situation turned her to live a life far different from what she desired. A life without knowing God. It's a story of a lady, a prodigal daughter of God who struggled to find her truest identity by battling over all the dark forces dwelling inside of her. ******************** Therefore, without further ado, I warmly welcome all of you to a journey of finding someone's truest identity. May this story help you find your own and live your life with great purpose and meaning. God bless you all. 😇🙏

A collection of thoughts for the broken, the hurt, and those who want to be felt. Written in an almost diary like style. This "book" is basically just an informal journal of my feelings.

In a fleeting moment between life and death, Adrik drifts into a world where memories blur with reality. As his body battles to survive, his mind embarks on a journey through the most beautiful moments of his life, filled with love, laughter, and the people who shaped his existence. From childhood adventures to a once-in-a-lifetime romance, he clings to these final seven minutes, hoping for a glimpse of the one he loved most. In these last moments, will he find peace in the memories, or will the questions of life and love haunt him until the very end?

There's always a fork in the road. One of those you know well, that you pass every day. And there's always a direction you never take, leaving it shrouded in mystery. An ordinary afternoon, a thought that refuses to stay silent any longer, and a step-or rather, a turn-that breaks the routine. But the destination, sometimes, isn't what we imagined. And what we discover along the way can be as simple as it is overwhelming: the weight of what we don't know, and the emptiness that remains when we finally do. A short and intense story about curiosity and memory, mystery and loss. And one that, in the end, leaves us with a question: is it really always necessary to know every answer?

Your not shallow in love . You're just afraid of how deep your love actually goes. This is for the ones whose pain burns off what's not real .For those becoming more than human.More than hurt. This is "colourless."*