Trembling Stories

Did you hear that? Don't move. Don't breath. Don't even think. There is one bed in this house that is haunted. But no-one believes me. Not the police, not my friends, not even my family. I've tried to leave, but it calls me on my name, telling me, warning me I'm not allowed to leave saying there will be consequences. "Sam! Sam!" I can feel my legs trembling but I must stay strong now. "What? What do you want with me? You have chased everyone I love away!" I feel a cool breeze pass by my cheek and hear a soft whisper. The words have me turn to ash: "I finally have you."

You might fell some goosebumps down your spine for this poem.

After her mother's horrifying murder, the eighteen years old girl finds herself thirsting for the truth on whether her beloved father was the murderer or not. As the last sight of him was near her mother's body ,he was holding a gun. Six years later all the lies start to crumble. Trembling her body maybe, but brave her heart must be.

Thoughts written at my most emotional and thoughtful times. They're just words.

a poem of a person who wouldn't voice out but stayed an watched with wide teary eyes when it was all passing by, the screams that actually couldn't be heard by anyone but her diary. a poem for a person who likes to read the grief of other people to be belonged, to cry at night when no one's around, quite places and nature impresses them, kindness take over them everytime someone is in need of help, some who love , gets hurt but cant voice it out.

Original speech about suicide Suicide is an important topic. For some odd reason there is a negative stigma surrounding it. Many people refuse to talk about it and this can be harmful. I wrote this speech to just be informative and hopefully raise awareness. -TRIGGER WARNING- This speech contains: Self harm Cutting Burning Suicide Death Crying Bullying Self deprecating thoughts

Free write poem

So. I'm going to attempt to try Whumptober. I'm probably going to combine some prompts; I don't think I can finish 31 whole different chapters. This book will be entirely based on Marvel stuff, mostly Irondad and Spiderson centric. Loads of angst, whump, and angsty fluff coming your way.

just my mind.

My nightmares are fed to the devil of my mind. Leaving me only a skeleton and no back-bone, I'm forever awake. Hello, world. I am an Insomniac.

Gentle and Lowly by Dane Ortlund. Rejoice and Tremble by Michael Reeves. If you're a Christian who has read these books, great, cos I've read them too! If you haven't, but you don't mind the spoilers, then come too! Here are a collection of reflections and mental storms that I have had reading them.

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

Illumi, is somehow, stuck between walls after falling in a trapped door with Hisoka. His eyes water slightly, glossing his vision. He must look so pathetic, struggling not to express himself. He can't take it any longer, he concludes, "Hisoka," he starts, "We need to get out, now."