Spiral Stories

In the world of Pac-World, before the Pac-War started there were two Pac-Worlders who were legendary Explorers. They explore an ancient ruin that was long forgotten deep below in Pac-World. They discovered an ancient scroll in the ruins about their ancestors facing an evil spirit that ruled the netherworld... King Y/n, the leader of the most powerful spirits that they ever faced. "The Boos!!!" For generations King Y/n craved to rule their world and bring his reign of terror on Pac-World. But he was always stopped by the ancestors long ago, and keeping him along with his boo army at bay... However, Y/n will return one day and terrorized the Pac-Worlders with his fellow boo army and rule over Pac-World. But by the prophecy in the ancient ruins, that the king of all boos will be stopped by a Pac-Worlder known as... "The Yellow One"

This is my story of becoming myself, of owning myself. I have to stop myself from saying that others have it worse so what i went through wasn't bad, but it was and yes, others will always have it worse but that does not invalidate me. This is a story of validating myself. It turns into more of a daily diary, but the first couple of chapters are wholly what i have done and been through. I'm doing this for me, so if anyone actually reads this, thank you, but this is for me. I'm taking control of my story and using this outlet as my cheep therapy lol.

When Scarlett's neighbour on the run and covered in blood knocks on her door, she shouldn't have invited him in. The consequences could strip her of everything she had worked on up to date. And when a person's life was at stake, it was safe to say things were going to be tricky. In short, life wrecking havoc.

"Remember how you didn't really know how to cope that well with the death at first?" "Yeah." "Well I know how you can cope a little more." She offered me the vodka again I was really confused about how alcohol was supposed to help me cope. I should have said no but I just wanted her to stop forcing it on me.

A simple compilation of emotional poems, which will be posted here, as regularly as possible. Most of them in free verse. Enjoy.