Unfeeling Stories

It's a risky business, but contracted killings are happening more and more in a corrupt world. I should know, I'm in the business. After all this, you might be wondering how to get in the business. To be sure, it is very profitable, but you work 24/7, and your security could be compromised by each client who meets you. If you're still wanting to be a part of this market, you'll need to know how to get started. And to do that, we'll need to go very far back, to when I was a kid. It wasn't actually that long ago...

I don't care about anybody Never have,never will Then I woke up And reality poked me in the ribs

Theo had the best childhood until his brother ruined it all for him. Now he has been moved across the world to live with his Aunt and Uncle in Albuquerque, America. He wasn't too bothered though he was happy being blissfully numb, allowing no one in so that he never had to be disappointed in someone again. He didn't count on a Latino boy being the one person that would open him up and make him trust again, problem is that this boy was already taken. Coming soon.

Michel with all his quirks and disorders he always managed to fit in by reading books and watching people interact, imitating and adapting. He hadn't been in an Mental institution in years, the doctors saying he had miraculasly recovered from his downspirling mental health into a suprisingly charming man. At first he didn't understand, all he had done was read and follow the only legibal book in the libary. So he kept it up for his family's sake imitating for so long it had become a second skin. His family decided to move to a small town, Derry, in order to start anew. What happens when Michel starts seeing a clown nobody else seems to notice?

A series of short, poetic stories that tells the tale of multiple people in their relationships.

Every day is a new page, a new thought, a new moment worth remembering. This book is my diary - but not just about me. It's about the world I see, the people I meet, the tiny details that others might overlook, and the feelings that come and go like the changing weather. Each chapter captures a single day - my thoughts, my observations, and my little truths written in the form of short essays. Some days are quiet, some are loud, and some carry emotions I can't hide. If you've ever stopped to watch the world pass by, or wondered if someone else notices the same things you do... you might find yourself here, between my words.

i think i'm in love with you

A poetry book of disorders: autism, OCD, depression, PTSD, and many more along with things dealing with the disorders: panic attacks, anxiety, paranoia.

Why am I so alone ?

I walk down the halls. I eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I do my homework and act normal. But I am empty. I don't feel anything. I don't feel happy, sad, or angry. I am unable to feel them. Im broken. At least, I was. Then one fateful day, I met him. He made me feel something. Something unexplainable, impossible. He became my friend. This is the story of how a boy taught me to feel.

A short poem about the mystery of darkness, and how it haunts the people who experience it.

We all have deamons

They've really got it all wrong. Really, everyone expects Nyx Gethen to be the top of his class, to be the top Reaper, and to be the top of his generation. He's supposed to be everything they expect but expectations are pointless when the expected haven't even been born. Then he's out of the womb as a Gethen, expected to feel nothing to punish the sinners in Hell. Being a Reaper requires no guilt. No emotions. No mercy. But then, if the accused is as is, merciful, guilty, he must now take the Engel Test. It's simple really; pass, you stay in hell. Fail...well, Heaven awaits. One slip. One step and seventeen words later, he has to take the test. His fiftieth generation run may just collapse on its spokes and his father has never been merciful. Never shown love like he has for his little sister and mother. It annoying really. But the first born of a Gethen must have shit like that piled high. He must. If he can't...that's never happened. If he won't...now that's a different story...

I need a venting method.

thoughts from the dark part of the mind. lets see if you relate to the broken mind and soul ----------------------------------------------------------------- Life is precious don't let it go. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Not the greatest at writing , But I still try https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY&t=1s

We've lost our way. Without purpose we live as "ghosts" in an world full of life. Sometimes others we know leave us and the become ghosts in our existence.