Suffocation Stories

Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? Raise your hands... Quite a few of you. Do you think about suicide often? Raise your hands... Still a lot of people. Do you think about suicide every day, planned it, wish for it? Not as many, but some. Have you spent at least 20 years thinking of suicide, feeling pain at almost every waking moment, hating life, hating yourself, being self-destructive and have the perfect way to end it all? Still a couple of hands in the air. Well, this story is for you.

Relying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjointed and lines might slowly start to slip into one another. Language had abandoned me and my name doesn't seem to fit in the roaring volume of speech. Each line is written with the broken crown I left with. I cannot write an end to this story that might be as fruitful as the beginning, nostalgia makes me close my eyes. Closed eyes cause sleep. And when I fall asleep.... Titled Inspired By 'Hear Me' from Imagine Dragons "Maybe if I fall asleep I won't breathe right Maybe if I leave tonight, I won't come back." Written for the Thinky Ink-Scribbers Club...

"I'm not so naive, my sorry eyes can see." If only those sorry eyes could see behind the impenetratable walls of the CAC. You could say they're like the CIA, FBI, DIA or any other organization that focuses on enforcing national security to America. Except it's the exact opposite. The agencies are all going in the direction; wrong leads, wrong evidence. I guess you can only know what's truly happening when you're right in the middle of the fraudelent operation. Sean Ramerez only wanted to assist the woman being kidnapped but only found himself being drugged, kidnapped and in the middle of prison escapees' plotting America's destruction. The CAC's goal: Bring the population down, ruin the government. With enough skilled escapees, relentless assassins and a well thought stratedy, Sean and this mystery woman only have two choices; Work along side the CAC tight-lipped or die. Either way, mouths are going to be sealed. With Sean's freedom stained crimson, can he still work through the thousands of dangerous men who aim to kill? "What do I have to lose, anyway? Oh, only America's one chance of you know, NOT being annihilated."

They surround me, Asking for answers. Clutching every straw, And pulling the rope tight.

Uhh the only thing I like about endeavour is his massive tiddies sooo here we are

Avengers are on a mission, but when Peter is taken hostage and locked in an airtight flooding room, battered and beaten, panicking and cold, will the avengers make it in time?

This book is the second Alone is the first one And this is the second. It's pretty self explanatory Anyhow some of this might not make sense if you don't read the first book. It's your choice though Let's get right into this.

We were laying still on my rug facing my dim lighted tect. Little did I know that his pessimistic energy was on to something chaotic. I saw the agony in his eyes. His clear passive aggressive voice said it all. He was up to something. Shawn was hiding something from me. His heart palpitated more than it normally would. His sweat kept on dripping like a loose faucet. His veins were a visible lime. His thighs were shaking. I let it go because it was not worth arguing over just to ruin the moment. I just closed my eyes and everything had felt like it happened within a second like a jab.

A pair of ancient skeletons are unearthed in a shallow grave, but nighttime reveals their burial site is alive-dragging anyone who disturbs it underground to join them in suffocating silence.

Have you experienced burning anger and it's consequent destruction when you give into it? Are you one of those people who cry when you're angry because if you don't shed tears, you feel you'd lose control and shed blood? Well, this poem is about that gripping rage and your ruination if you give into it's tempting purposeful lure, with vivid imagery and just a tad bit of realistic pessimism! Enjoy your read! Comments are always welcome, just don't insult me too much! Images credits to Benjamin Lizardo, Paul Keiffer, Egor Vikhrev

Hurricane is a worldwide murderer and trying to achieve his goal

Five times, Shinra died to save Arthur's life. -•-•- -LOWECASE INTENDED FOR TITLE- -•-•- Posted to Archive of Our Own as well. -•-•- The characters in this work do not belong to me. They are from an anime and manga called Enen no Shouboutai - Fire Force written by Atsushi Ōkubo. The places in this work are not mine unless stated otherwise. I own this work and the storyline. I own the cover of this work. I don't own the art featured on the cover of this work. That belongs to foxhall on Zerochan.

I wonder if there's a special gift the world keeps for me ; something.. somebody.. Anything valuable that belongs to me Keeps me where I'm supposed to be Makes me do different things epically and fills up the void in my chest Leads me onto a path where I belong . .

Following the death of the notorious Claire Ashdown, her best friend and former flame attempt to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Told by a limited third person, Aftertaste captures three heartbroken voices: Lea, the best friend; Scarlett, the lover; and an unknown poet whose narrative splits the short story into seven scenes. ~~ With a drop of red, a fallen petal, Vanished with the breeze. With a drop of red, a fallen petal, Turned them inside out. A drop of red, a fallen petal, And I ceased to be. With a drop of red, a fallen petal, The roses wilted, all in one. ~~ /~R/

Vidyut's wife watching the news channel suddenly hears a loud noise of something hit hard on the floor in the room. She instantly runs towards the room, saw her 9-year-old daughter lying on the floor and wasn't able to breathe properly. She picks her up, gives shoulder support and takes her to the car. She quickly takes her to the nearest Hospital. Vidyut's daughter infected with respiratory problems due to prolonged exposure to the harmful gas. Vidyut tackles those problems is the plot of the story.

poetry of rage and revenge. It's the way to say I quit.

**IMPORTANT** *CONTAINS HEAVY THEMES OF DROWNING* ~ Read for knowledge ~ So this basically consists of one-shots from any media I've been able to get my grubby hands on (i.e. movies, books, anime, manga/comics, the works) where I twist it to be more centered around the risk/danger of drowning as an alternate ending. If that's not your thing, happily move on. For those of us that stayed, feel free to stick around. Also, anything goes. If the canon of the story I'm borrowing from directly conflicts with what my idea created, I'll change some lore simply to fit more within the rules of my alternative. Nothing major, just what needs to be done for it to work. To suspend your disbelief at least a little bit is all I'm asking of you. So if that's enough for you to handle, let's do this. Also also, if it wasn't already obvious, this book contains some slightly heavier themes. Enjoy! I don't claim/nor will I ever claim the rights to these characters, I'm just doing something I like surrounding media I enjoy. Thank you. ~ Started - March 16, 2016 Finished -

[Transformers OC fic] The twins weren't meant to get hurt.. no.. no it was meant to be a silly little prank.. he was just supposed to close the door, and Pest would get stuck for a little, he didn't think Vermin was training though.. he- he didn't know...