Streamofconsciousness Stories

There are nights where sleep feels like a doorway that doesn't fully close. Thoughts drift in without asking, sitting beside you with silence, repeating themselves until even that silence feels uncertain. Nothing happens, but everything continues. Memories surface without warning, not as stories, but as weight. They break the life you were trying to enjoy, Time stops behaving like time. An inner sanctuary, if it can still be called that. Where nothing's said, but nothing's ever gone.

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

strength taught me subservience to silence.

Jona, a sheltered 30 years old woman, fled too late from her nest for the first time, to the most bustling and glamorous entertainment empire, Stellarvale in Locangel. Humble her job position was, just a utility worker in a film set. Bittersweet her luck was, encountering the hottest, multi-talented singer, model and actor Jack Rothell who she had dedicated her feelings for decades. Yet Roi Brox, a vicious ex-kicboxer champion turned actor, messed her days with his stormy mix of brutality and protection. If all this was not enough to bear, a gothic mystery-fluid figure showed up like a silent shadow between dreams and reality. Before the eyes of such small, powerless person, the veils of success and luxury vanished, revealing a vicious world of endless rivalry, even hunt where no soul was spared. Thank you, Vivi Tschüssikowski, my psychic friend of the Milky Way.

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

Save me

A haunted forest. A shifting book. A ritual in ash. Yellow Eyes is a dreamlike descent through death, memory, and rebirth - written in sharp, luminous fragments. When a man discovers a strange book in the attic, his world begins to unravel. And the yellow eyes in the dark start watching back.

This story is about two male friends who happens to be exposed by their twitch fans and discord mutuals, nor did they care but it was shocking to them . Characters: Darmon, Kev(in) , Marassa (Darmon gf) . Features( Darmon : dark haired curly headed latina with a nose ring , earrings & a tattoo on his neck ( a kiss mark) with baggy clothes & y2k necklaces . Kev(in) : blonde curly haired with a wolf cut , german boy with two nose rings & one earring & a small hello kitty tattoo on his waist & also baggy clothes with hello kitty necklaces + y2k . Marassa: brown haired curly longed haired Latina with glasses & dresses & necklaces .

A stream-of-consciousness narrative on the breakdown of a marriage after a horrible tragedy.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

A powerful dark love that intoxicates you. Only someone special can take it away. (This is a little different than my normal ones but I really liked it, please tell me what you guys think!)

we build, we sail, we navigate. the smith and the spinner. the pirate and the alchemist. two sailors on a sea of honey.

A short story about grief

This a peculiar piece of writing I wrote in a moment when my inspiration had fine a bit crazy. It may appear as a total nonsense, but in my opinion it has a meaning, even if it's not a fixed one and it changes depending on the reader. I'd really like to hear your interpretation. A warning: try not to reason around it too logically, you'll just end up getting even more confused. There are a few references to Freud's theory on the Ego, Id and Superego, but you don't really need to be familiar with it.

What usually goes around in your head when you first wake up till you get to college? Well, this is something that I wrote for a course project. Note that, for each individual, the stream of consciousness is different. Happy reading!

Feeling confused? Life is paused? Me too. You're not alone.

This story follows the lives of everyday people in Texas all connected by the "Lone Star" murders.

The first day I saw your smile is my favorite day & Meeting you is my favorite memory but... Your name is my favorite word. ~ I've said it once but I'll say it again: Treat it kindly with much love and respect. Please. This book is about the first and, so far, only time I ever fell in love with my whole heart. On your screen, you only see another lame attempt at a poetry book but, to me this is my soul... and this time, my heart. This little book is a tiny piece of me. It's who I am, who I was, and who I loved. everything is in this book. & I'm choosing to share it with you- my fellow Wattpad users. Be Kind and Keep Smiling! -Kit Ortiz

" La lettura è un'immortalità all'indietro." As it is. An anthology of poems, verses, quotes - any sort of written literature by *mostly classic Authors. *At the moment, it does predominantly consists of poems.* !Note - A vast majority of the context pasted in here do not belong to me so by all means do I not claim any sorts of ownership to them. There may be little snipkits here and there about a recent book I have decided on. Perhaps a new author. There may be bits of commentary in few of the chapters. Maybe there's a work written by me only to embarrass myself.. Updates: Uncertain.

Poems from when inspiration hits me. This is basically how I deal with my feelings, which I seem to have too many of. Updates will most definitely be random Check out my tumblr @musesofashley for more