Spiraling قصص

Short Poe-esque stories and poems because we're all a bit deranged inside. Edgar Allan Poe is one of my biggest writing inspirations. It's poetry with a mix of madness. Which pretty much sums up the world. I'm not sure how much I'll update. I'm in school, so I'm really busy at the moment and I don't update much. I wanted to share some of my writing and I thought "what better place than Wattpad?" so now here I am. I am not a professional by any means, but I've loved poetry and writing since I was young. Feel free to give me suggestions or DM me with some advice! THIS IS 100% MY OWN WORK. I DO NOT USE AI AND BELIEVE IT IS A DISGRACE TO LITERATURE. Now, enjoy your peak into the twisted madness of my imagination ;)

Void, who lives among the people of Tnemele is a goddess who had recently forgotten every single thing about her previous life and have been separated from her siblings but as soon as strange things start happening her memories return to her. Her power is lost, her siblings and her must reunite together and return her power before the throne of Tnemele goes into the wrong hands. Yet Void decides to fall in love, will she be able to save the world and have her true love? Or will she have to choose one? Will the world crumble or will her heart shatter? Time has yet to tell as her journey has only begun.

I wake up, but my body moves before my mind can catch up. My soul lingers, still laying down, while I stand. The world is foggy. Wavy. Disorienting. Weed, meant to calm me, only amplifies the chaos. My heart races. My thoughts spin. Panic rises, creeping into every corner of me. Shaking is my first warning. Once it starts, I am on a path I cannot control. Language shifts. My Jamaican and Haitian sides emerge. Patois spills out with urgency, a red flag for anyone watching. The panic is loud. Overwhelming. It has been with me since my 20s, and now, in my 30s, it strikes randomly. Blackouts happen mid-fight, mid-thought, mid-breath. I move faster than my own mind, yelling, swinging, shaking. Friends grab me. Hugs, words, even the smallest gestures slowly pull me back. This is more than anxiety. More than stress. It's panic attacks, blackouts, trauma, and the consequences of substances mixing with a fragile system. Every heartbeat is a warning. Every breath is a battle. I've survived chaos, fights, fear, and moments where I barely recognize myself. This is my reality. This is my story. 💔 Trigger warning: panic attacks, blackouts, substance use, trauma

Short Poem. Overthinking.

This is the story of how loving too freely can lead down unpredictable roads; Roads that we cannot turn back from.

Satoru Gojo loses Suguru Geto twice. The first time, Suguru walks away. The second time is much more complicated.

Falling into the pits of darkness

The idea of the "Death Note" appears but the object itself doesn't appear in the poem. That aside, to put it candidly, if such existed, I'd write my own name in it. Little to no reason to do otherwise.

Now, let it be said that Francis knew that his owner was strong. Rue Nyx, labeled as a mistake by not only name but shitty parents as well, had been through a lot. And as cliche as it may sound, he has only seen them cry a select few times. Which begs the question, why the fuck did his owner have tear stains on their face? --- Everyone has highs and lows. Angels sin, devils scream in pain. No one was that pure. ...But what if they were?

BIG TW(depression, ed, trauma, etc) Had to get my thoughts on paper so here ya go

Anxiety and intuition haphazardly sprint to graduate the dots like an inflamed double-helix...

This is a story dedicated to my childhood and the changes that have happened throughout it. Enjoy.

**DEALS WITH THE TOPICS OF SUICIDE IDEALIZATION, SELF HARM, APPETITE LOSS, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY ABSOLUTELY NOT ROMANTICIZING ANYTHING EITHER*** Nicole makes her way through senior year. But when college regular decision deadlines come round, she begins to struggle with the basic skills needed to juggle school, Speech Club, and college application requirements. And slowly, she watches everything she has built this year crumble before her eyes as she realizes that she can't do shit. Slowly, isolating herself from her friends and shutting out family, Sawyer, forcefully sticks to her side like glue, despite her displeasure.

the jagged, frantic thoughts of the anxious, sleep-deprived teenager, arranged into somewhat of a poem. i was having a particularly awful night, so i turned it into art. suck it, brain.

Looking in from the outside, people sometimes get the misconception that your life is perfect, but for Winter she knows that nothing is perfect. See what happens when she gets to the end of her rainbow.

Rachel has always been a lover of dogs, but her demanding career and life have kept her from realizing her dream of owning one. Now in her mid-40s, she finally adopts Benny, a small black dog who quickly becomes her closest companion and source of happiness. Benny fills Rachel's life with purpose, and together they navigate the peaceful, if somewhat indifferent, neighborhood they call home. But their bliss is short-lived when a violent encounter with a hostile neighbor changes everything. The man, known for his erratic behavior, brutally assaults Benny one day during a walk, leaving Rachel heartbroken and desperate. Despite her efforts, the legal system delivers only a slap on the wrist for the man responsible, and Rachel is left grappling with anger, guilt, and a thirst for justice. As her grief festers, Rachel's pain turns into a dark obsession. No longer content with the law's ruling, she embarks on a dangerous path of revenge, determined to make Benny's attacker suffer. But as her plans spiral out of control, Rachel must confront the monster she's becoming-and the price she's willing to pay for her beloved dog's justice.

i write to process difficult emotions and these are the results of some late night spiraling thoughts and times when i've lost control.

// format was inspired by milk and honey sad things w/ a sexuality crisis, what more could you want?

some small stories I write of my character Pers Stella! more of an info dump and personal project if anything, but the thought of being able to share my creations with others seems appealing to me! I hope someone out there is able to enjoy the melancholic comfort of Pers as much as I do <3

It's a story. Predictable and probably cheesy, but it's on you to find out.