Stagesofgrief Stories

Flatline Intransitive Verb 1 a: to register on an electronic monitor as having no brain waves or heartbeat b: to die 2 a: to be in a state of no progress or advancement b: to come to an end ----------------------- Han Jisung has agoraphobia. He never thought he would make friends or fall in love. Then he met Lee Minho. Minho had a heart condition, something with a fancy name that made his heart work too hard. They were a match made in heaven, two kids that no one wanted to be friends with over something they couldn't control. But how will Jisung cope when Minho isn't there for him anymore? How is Jisung supposed to go on without the person who was always there for him no matter what? Or Minho dies from his chronic illness and Jisung is forced to move on without him. (If you're looking for the alternate ending it'll be posted separately)

Sally Andersen and Jae Kim were your typical teenagers And like fate, they ended up in eachothers hand. From teenagers to adults, they never thought than anything would seperate them. Until they did. As Sally deals with her grief, how will she survive without him?

A boy in his own personal hell of spirits and shadowy figures that accompany him in his daily life. (C!TommyInnit exile going through stages of grief)

This poem gracefully traces the five stages of grief, as denial's garden shields from impending doom, anger's tempest dances with resentment, depression embraces in shadowy sorrow, bargaining pleads under moonlit nights, and acceptance dawns with a muted sunrise, leaving behind a poignant collage of memories as time draws near.

Some poetry I wrote the other day. It's from the perspective of someone who's coming to terms with losing a loved one.

After the death of Eddie and Stanley, Richie has to go through the five stages of grief. This was originally made in TikTok by @apextea. I did get permission to write this and I'm sorry if it's crappy. Richie may be a little out of character but let's be honest, who is in character when they're grieving? I hope you enjoy!

What is it like to lose someone you love? It's like time stops for a moment, and everything around you freezes. And you can't feel anything because your whole body goes numb. Then, before you can even process what's going on, that moment ends. And for what feels like an eternity, all you can feel is the pain of your heart shattering. This is a short story of a teen going through the stages of grief after the sudden death of her boyfriend. Wrote this for a school assignment and was really proud of how it turned out for once. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

just a small piece of a rant i had about grief after the death of my english teacher who i was close with~

"The loss of someone close to you can really take a toll on your mental health" "No shit Sherlock" *This story can go by either name and I am aware of very similar stories, in no way am I trying to steal other peoples stories* TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, car accident , depression, strong language. Overall more mature things.

6/24/1927 - 5/13/2016

i will always say this, cover art not mine. CW for s/h, suicide, (substance) abuse in general, homophobia, and other shit like that please don't read if uncomfortable!!! - Milo is 15, yes, he's 15. Yes, he smokes weed and will occasionally vape. He can't help it! It's just how he grew up. Ever since he was born, his parents were alcoholics and druggies. They did care for him, just not in the best way. Instead of buying him new stuff, they gave him their old shit all the way from clothes to various supplies like soap and dishwasher detergent. It was all useless stuff anyway, so Milo didn't really care. In one of his classes at school, they were learning about the mental state of people in different positions in life, this week was grief. Stupid. It's all stupid. When would anyone need to know about that? It's not like some sad depressing shit would happen anytime soon. Milo's life was boring and ordinary, he wouldn't change it for the world. He was decently happy and had a best friend named Diana. She was the best. Always happy, never has secrets to hide, she's practically an angel to him. She's also the first non toxic religious person Milo has talked to. Diana isn't religious and she's also like him, "different" They both grew up in a very homophobic and transphobic place, not the best. Full of angry rednecks and Christians. Not a healthy environment. Diana lived with her mom and older brother since her dad moved out of town and her mom couldn't afford the rent, her brother was helping. Milo's parents were getting by just fine, sometimes he'd lend money to Diana and her relitives to help pay the bills but he couldn't always do that. If his mom or dad found out, he'd get the shit beaten out of him. Milo and Diana have both been going to the same school since 5th grade, they're now in 9th. Not the best school, but they do have some pretty chill teachers. And they have cheap vending machines. Today's Christmas, and Milo's birthday. Diana loves Christmas. Milo doesn't.

They will regret it. I will make them regret it. If the law won't make them pay for there crimes I will. They will never forget, I won't let them. This is a story blood and revenge.

A short story about Noctyx being asked; "Do you have someone you like?"

you ever miss someone and have no clue who you miss and feel guilty even though you know you did the right thing that's fun isn't it

A moth named Valérie goes through the stages of grief.

"No." She insists, cutting him off instantly. "We are not setting the entire camp back several hours just so some dramatic prince can get his journal back." She- Maeve, he assumes -bites, and Rae flinches at the angry emotions. "He can live without it. We need to get moving before-" "Astrid needs a journal," The man offers. And for some reason, this makes the woman freeze. Rae pulls his wings close against his back in his attempt to hide the grimace at the bitter flavor; frantically pushing her emotions into a raindrop to make it join the rest of the downpour. If either avian notices his discomfort; neither of them mention it, and the man continues speaking. "And she's practically a master at botany. If he needs a journal, we should get it." The woman takes a deep, angry breath as Rae tries not to panic. He hates being in the same place as someone when they're this angry. Doesn't want to be seen or looked at when anyone is angry. He can't handle it- --- Or; A story about grief, broken families, and how communication can fail when someone doesn't want to change.

Denmark is dead. How do the others take it? Spoilers: they're all mentally ill now.

Grieving the loss of her fiancée, Ryujin wandered the dark alleys of Seoul. She came across an empty store with a dilapidated Photo Booth. After inserting a coin into the machine, Ryujin was taken back to the day Yeji died. [short story.]

It's a truism that time heals all wounds. Luci's never believed in doing anything the normal way though. Or: That weird fic about linear time and the stages of grief.