Voiceless Stories

"Can you hear my feelings, Iwa-chan?" "They're saying 'I love you' " ©Kousukee2016

Words are like flower𝒔 that'll bloom beautifully, positively, enthusiastically if there's a adequate amount of care. At the same they also die if there's no care If there's no love and respect, they start pouring negative thoughts and sometimes they just die without saying anything !!! 🌸

Find your voice.

This isn't a story. Its just a compilation of qoutes, lines, hugots, rants, thoughts, etc. Disclaimer : • I never own any of this, its from the righteous owner. Some of it are from google and facebook ~ You must vote and comment. Mwah 😚 ~

Based on my emotions, my experiences, and my thoughts. Feel free to relate☺️

"Elizabeth" Yeah that's right, that's my name. I'm only a normal girl with a normal life. Until one incident happened. I don't remember what happened nor why i get bullied. People say i'm Weak, Stupid, Ugly, A-Good-For-Nothing and a girl who can't speak. Yeah, I don't talk. Cause i hate existing. I don't know why i hate myself nor why i feel like this. But, Want to know what happened to me. Want to know who i really am or what i used to be. Though, will i ever find out? or will i just remain like this forever and just live a life of nothingness? (*sigh* im not good at making descriptions.....=_=)

the hijab of death drapes swiftly over my face, over my eyes, covers my head, hides my tears, the blue skies vanished, the sunsets into darkness, vengeance's smile (his breathing grows heavily so) <it is dark, MOM-DAD, may this> death restore your honor to this forgive-less cruel world we live in oh heaven above please let this be a dream, let it be a dream, let me wake up to mamma's big smiles to the nagging voices of my brothers and sisters to my no, my eyelashes brush against the cloth, I feel the warmth of my breath against this hijab of Death

Hi gais so this is my first time writing a story so I hope you like it and I'm not that good in writing so please consider HAHAH JK( ╹▽╹ )

Frisk has never spoke a word in her life, or that's what people think. The prison just passes her off as innocent and friendless. G can prove that isn't the case as he already once believed. But what does it matter? Despite everything, Frisk will still smile and wave, as if life isn't hard for her. Even when it clearly is. Her sister, Kiri, is the only thing that keeps Frisk going. However as soon as she starts accepting G's help, she loses everything. But still goes on with her life. But that feeling grows in her chest once again and again she is forced to accept it.

Some people just don't have the ability to speak.

My stuff is kind of dark right now but that's how I feel so I don't really care

A mystery is being told by... me...? Where I am...? Who I am...? Why everyone want something from me...? Leave me alone all of you...

Missy Walters, a lively and kind student of Gotham University becomes an object of great interest to her professor, Dr. Jonathan Crane. While appreciating his attention and mentoring, Missy can't help feeling her professor's motives aren't always that clear. Either he really wants to help her... or hurt her. The first part of Missy Walters' origins and journey to becoming Voiceless. Note: Like many of the Batman stories, the story itself isn't fanfiction, it is fan made hard work. But I feel more at ease classifying it as fanfiction due to the usage of DC Comics' characters. Thanks to mineMissHellsing (and TortureDomain) for the visuals.

Brief overview: Introduction to a voiceless girl in a small, odd city. Description: Madelyn was always a quiet kid, but eventually her carelessness gets her in trouble and she is forced to always be quiet. Some think it was punishment, others say it was an accident. Madelyn knows otherwise. Further detail on the writing and genre: This is a fictional sci-fi story written as practice for a much larger project I have already begun. All feedback is welcomed and appreciated as this story only focuses on one character. Others may be written, but this one is so I can build foundational skills on writing meaningful dialogue, symbolism, good scenarios, and learn to drive a plot forward without too much filler. I hope you enjoy what is written so far and will enjoy what is to come.

Listen while reading. ♫

"There isn't much I can say except, Welcome to the fucked up recesses of my mind." Internal Combustion follows a young unnamed narrator as she unleashes a torrent of her innermost thoughts and opinions. What she discloses ranges from family matters like familial bonds, overprotective family members, and manipulating parents, social views like immigration, religion, and what it means to be happy, and even topics that are hers and hers alone, such as the dreams that allude her and the fears that bind her in place. She is you, she is me, she is every single person out there who feels alone in the dark. Step in her world, into the dark warped hole that is her mind and just listen, that's all she asks. To be witnessed and heard.

Once there was a child, who didn't cry when she was born, the doctors thought something was wrong with her but apparently not. She was just a natural born... Mute. She lives her life to be bullied and mocked, discriminated for being the mute she was. Her name is Oaki. Glasses, all smarty nerd and a small figure, through all the judgement she's been through she still treats life as an amazing adventure. So, how does her high school adventure go? Would she survive, who would she encounter and what would happen? Would she meet, the person at the end of her red knot, her soulmate? --- WARNING: Amateur free writer and definitely not PG, kid friendly. As in cussing. And abuse and shits. You know the drill. It's 4AM so hush I'm drunk and high on sugar. Too much sugar. Someone warn everyone that I'm lacking support and productivity to modify chappies, I also need mental health jsyk (just so you know). But yee copy any of my book contents without my content, you're so damn screwed.