Stillhere Stories

Sarah has always been good at watching. She watches the seasons change. She watches children play. She watches people come and go. And every week, she returns to the same bench beneath the dead tree. It's quiet there. Familiar. Until one day, someone else starts coming to the park. A girl who sits alone. A girl who doesn't seem to notice Sarah watching her. But Sarah notices her. And when their paths finally cross, neither of them will ever see the world quite the same way again.

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.

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Is Veresia (VEAR- e- see- ya) De Mandeville Cinderella? No. Is she a smart ass? Most definitely. After her father's death, Veresia's mother decides to put her through even MORE hell by taking her to a strange home, with an even STRANGER family. She is put to work quickly, and dreams of a better life than the one she is living. She's looking for a way to get out....But will she be stopped on the way? And when she finally succeeds, will she really, truly be free?

I thought I could be repaired but after everything that happened... I know I am beyond repair. My confession. Something I would never tell. Something I can't keep hidden much longer. Something I want to shout but can't because he's my best friend. Because I don't want to hurt him. It's out in the light now. I knew I would regret it.

I've been drowning in a world that feels like it doesn't see me. Days blur together in pain, anxiety, and depression so heavy I can barely breathe. I've watched life slip through my hands, fought battles inside myself that nobody else even notices, and carried burdens that feel impossible to put down. I've been misdiagnosed, medicated into near nothingness, spiraled into darkness that almost claimed me, and yet here I am - still breathing. I've felt the pull of pills, substances, and moments so raw that every breath felt like a fight. I've been alone in small apartments, on blow-up mattresses, barely eating, barely moving, barely surviving. I've watched the system fail me, friends drift away, family stay distant, and yet still I fight. Every panic, every cry, every sleepless night - I've carried it all, and I write it down because someone has to see it. Someone has to feel it. This is a story of survival in silence, of battling inner demons nobody else sees, of raw, unfiltered truth. No edits. No sugarcoating. Just pain, struggle, hope, and the fight to exist in a world that feels like it wants me gone. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, this is for you.

This memoir tells the story of growing up in a home shaped by neglect, abuse, and survival. From early illness and isolation to being forced into adulthood far too soon, this book traces the experience of a childhood where safety was never guaranteed and love was conditional. Walking home alone, caring for siblings, enduring physical and emotional harm, and learning to stay silent became part of daily life. Even after escaping that environment, the impact remained. Loss followed, grief accumulated, and healing proved to be anything but simple. This is not a story of easy recovery, but of endurance-of learning how trauma lives in the body, how silence can be as damaging as violence, and how survival can become both a strength and a burden. Told with honesty and restraint, this memoir is about what it means to survive when you had no choice, and how learning to live afterward can be just as difficult as staying alive.

Maybe someday, Sera, you'll look back and realize someone was quietly loving you through the seasons you never noticed. But whether you ever knew or not, I was always... Still here. - Aris

She wasn't planning to stay. Not for another day, not for another sunrise she couldn't feel. But one message - "You forgot your sketchbook." - changes everything. He's the quiet boy who sketches in corners, the one who sees the world in shades of grey and light. She's the girl who forgot what light even looked like. Neither of them expected to save each other. But sometimes, the smallest moments - a text, a song, a shared silence - can pull you back from the edge. This isn't a story about falling in love. It's a story about learning to live again. And maybe, just maybe, finding love along the way. the story parts are all finished ,they will be uploaded gradually

this is pretty much an open diary of mine to who ever decides to read this. It mostly is about the letters I write but will never send to the boy with blonde hair and eyes like the ocean. Updates are rare but it's cringey and real emotional content. Thanks xo

Have you ever found yourself in a situation you couldn't explain? Yeah, that's pretty much what happened to me... One day my brother is standing in my kitchen. Nothing unusual? Right? Wrong... Hi! I'm Jellie and I wanted to try an English story for once, but be warned! I don't know English very well and I don't know if every phrase I write is correct, so...sorry in advance! But otherwise have fun with the story! :)

Sino dito ang nagmamahal pero walang kasiguraduhan? sino dito yung naghihintay parin pero hindi mo alam kung andyan pa sya? itong tula na ito para sa inyong lahat na kapareho ng nararanasan ko ngayon 😂😭

It's not for you But you still had the nerve to take more than 1 step

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU

Do not stand at my grave and cry your life away For I am not there, I did not die

~|| A Ffionn/Spectre Story ||~ What happened to Ffionn that day? Why is he experiencing such emotions and feelings? What is Stephan hiding? All these questions and no answer, but one thing's for certain, Ffionn can't control what he feels during a certain time, and his nightmares might be the cause of it all. ((This story will take place in first-person.perspective, so it (may) always be in Ffionn's POV.))

This is not a book about healing. It's a record of what remained after. SCARS...unstitched documents the spaces where love faltered, belonging was uncertain, and survival became an act of restraint. Written without ornament or apology, these fragments trace the slow recognition of what it costs to stay too long, and the quiet resolve of choosing oneself anyway.

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