histórias de Sporadic

Clarice struggles with her day to day life. Nights become restless and feel like a never ending Hell. Read to see if she will overcome, or fall at the hands of her Insomnia. (TW- Mention of death, Story is about sporadic fatal insomnia)

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Having a conversation with someone you like and thinking afterwards " Why the hell did I say that?!"

They came to do what was expected: To Seed and Colonise. Billions were scattered - only a tiny percentage would find a viable, fertile home. One such seed fell to earth.

Summation.

i write what i feel // cover by alexandre cabanel

Collection

In a world filled with dragons and vikings at war, one would think romance was not easily found. But for dragons it isn't that hard. Once you find your soulmate all your wounds will heal and you will both be sharing each others strengths and weaknesses. But after Toothless was shot and his tailfin was ripped of, his only hope is that his mate reaches him before something else does.

{Completed} She's the girl with the secret past. He's the criminal justice-majoring barista with a romantic streak. And on the day he finally musters the guts to sit down and get to know her, they both find out a lot more than they bargained for. 1 in #whyamiwritingthis - 12/8/2020 1 in #jaya - 12/17/2020 1 in #ninjago - 5/29/2021 (OMIGOSH TYSM!!!)

-[a collection of poems, prose, and stories written in between moments.] © ana layde (_aochlyea) 2014

This is exactly as the title says. I wanted to use my experiences as a way of helping myself and other people. In the times where I felt alone, it was always nice to read or hear or someone sharing their similar experiences and how they moved through it. I'd posted this book prior, but in one of my really bad mental health moments, I over thought about it, called myself a fool and deleted it. On the encouragement of a friend, I decided to repost, even if no one reads, or if it helps no one, I'm going to post it for me. So I can say to myself that I'm brave enough to share how I think and feel. I wanted to encourage myself to use the outlet that best suits me, I'm a writer, and thats how I express myself freely. Even if I'm not willing to speak it out because it's painful, or I'm too shy, at least I wrote it out and shared it. I want this to be a safe space of sorts, where someone can just vent if they feel like it in comments, or something to read to know that whatever they're facing, they are not alone. I want it to be a judgemental free zone, for all those who expressed how they felt and received judgement for it. ❤❤

"People tend to lay an anchor in a single part of their lives preventing them to move on. Reserving such space in their memories. Clinging on it like it was very important. They fail to realize they are holding on it for too long. For some they only realize it when its too late. When the damage within them are already huge. Pick up that anchor. And move on."

After leaving afterlife with Cal, Skye wakes up with no memory of the last year. No recollection of the fall of Shield, no memory of meeting her parents and no idea of Ward's betrayal. The team don't tell Skye for fear of her losing control of her new powers, instead playing along until her memory returns on its own. With Hydra on the hunt for gifteds and Gonzales on the hunt for Coulson, in this game of multiple cats and mice acting like everything is fine is a lot harder than they thought. Will they be capable of keeping the past a secret when they must work with Grant Ward again? After all, Skye may have amnesia but the rest of the team haven't forgotten anything... Set around episode 18 "The frenemy of my enemy" of season two.

My train of though led off again, guess I need to get that checked? I guess it just happens on the daily now?

Will attempt to write some poetry. Has been a while but here we go. My thoughts will be bouncy

You are everything, I am everything, this is everything It's ok if you don't know what this is, I don't either. You can read this if you want. I am sure you might find value in reading my slow mental decline.

" Into the place I call my home the dome that is my head the sickening strain inside my brain says what needs to be said. " This is a poem anthology. Which is fancy talk for saying, this is my book of poems. -pride

Random one shots