Suppressed Stories

Two boys, one a linebacker for the school's football team and the other is a 'stoner' with rough friends. In the 80's being gay isn't talked about enough.

A repository for a few of my songs. Songs of what I've witnessed, what I've experienced, what I've hoped for, what I've strove for.

We take pride in being oppressed.We want everyone to listen our story of being suppressed.We want to be suppressed and then we eventually change into oppressors.This world becomes a place less of humans but full of oppressors.

"He is too young to be depressed" They said. Words mocking his existence and criticizing him,unsympathetic and cruel. The caramel blonde's jaw clenched and fist tightened, Visibly upset and had a sudden urge to protect him. "Then wasn't he too young to be hurt?" ___________________ How could I ever protect you when I couldn't even protect myself ___________________

Don't keep your emotions bottled up.

Has your heart and brain ever disagreed on something? Here's how it feels for me.

Join Will Drake on his quirky adventure, of statuses and issues put together to form a rather delightful experience. Copyright. All rights reserved. traumanic

Four Parts leading to a Confession. There is no romance here. Nothing based on books. Just a truth from the past. FYI, the cover photo isn't the cat. It's just a lookalike i found online, i didn't take that photo.

A short story of a teenage boy leaving house for his studies #shortstory #teenage #feelings

When life throws you obstacles, you have no choice but to face it. Because life is like that. Radha, a seventeen year old girl who was just learning about herself and others around her, ends up being the victim of child marriage, a quite popular custom in the 17th century. Can she make herself love this man who claims to be in love with her even though they've never met before? And when she does, the cruel minds of fate have something else in mind.. A terrible accident leaves her a widow, but not for life. The inhuman tradition of killing off widows threaten to rob her of the life she's just learnt to love. What happens to Radha? This is the story of a young girl who dared to risk it all for love..

Inspired by true events. An Iranian soldier is being blackmailed by a mysterious lady. He has to make an honest mistake very soon, or something bad will happen with his family. He's not just any soldier but the operator of the most important mobile rocket launcher. When a popular general gets killed and chaos takes over the country, his hand goes to The Button. What will he do?

A piece on animal suffering

This is my way of expressing my feelings. I write them. Suppressing emotions is hard. I've done it all my life, maybe its time to let go a little. And I want to encourage everyone to do the same. I'm here to create a forum where everyone is free to express their sorrows and experiences and not be afraid to be judged. Don't suppress, express with me :) Go on and give it a try💕

An attempt to free burdens of chaos and suffering by shelving anxiety. Writing may begin with midnights reality drifting into a fictional world hiding details within my own metaphor. This is for me to break free from what I cannot control. This is for anyone to peek inside a prisoned soul. Opt in or out, the days will always roll out ~

Here lies a collection of dark and twisty poems. (Trigger warning lots of depression related stuff)

the Alpha turned back to me, his eyes fixed on mine. "But make no mistake, Aylin," he said, his voice low and serious. "CrescentClaw are not a pack of weaklings. We do not tolerate disobedience, and we do not suffer fools lightly. You will earn your place among us, or you will be cast out." I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. I knew that I had a lot to learn if I was going to survive in this pack. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I was where I belonged.

Poetry free write on the how society suppresses our natural reactions

A crushed skeleton lies pinned beneath stones inside a narrow grave, its ribs shattered and claw marks scoring the surrounding earth-signs of a desperate, violent struggle that hints the burial was meant not to honor the dead, but to contain something that refused to stay still.

How powerful can our suppressed thoughts be?

Resonance of Being: A Journey Within" Gently..... I tried to arise to seek my true-self... Entwined in the shackles of conventional echoes of 'shoulds' and 'musts'... Withheld by norms of rights and wrongs.... Pulled back by protocols of this isn't and that is nots.. In the depths of silence, tried to paint screams on the canvas of solitude, before they could echo....messed by the brush of judgments.... An introverted soul yearned to break the silence, yet each attempt to vocalize trampled by the weight of judgments and societal scrutiny. Amidst the labyrinth of conflicts, anxiety, and depression, the flames of inner turmoil blazed higher fueling self-doubt and low esteem. Though continued to stifled within the stigmas of 'good for nothing,' 'clogged head' and what nots ..... Yet the journey to speak out became a silent battle against the echoes of "so called societal contractors".... Bled in silence, proud to own scars...Impalpable in self discovery..... I rose to.... ...BEING ME ONLY...