Voicesinmyhead Stories

Two sisters. A prophecy. A looming war. Liberty Morningstar and her younger sister Spring Morningstar, two Nephilim, were raised in Hell after their parents tried to kill them. At twelve, Spring, having been raised as a spy, is sent on a long mission at the Holy Wing Academy, an academy for half-Angels. A Nephilim academy, an enemy's academy. As problem starts arising and war between Nephilim and Demons seems nearer than ever before, Spring must make a choice. Will she protect her species and her friends? Or will she protect the Demons and her home? As Spring faces a dilema in the Nephilim world, in Hell Liberty faces the slowly unveiling truth behind what happened when she was a child. Will the truth tarnish her hate and thirst for blood? Or will it instead fan the flames of revenge?

The first collection of my inner voices throughout my daily life. *** This poetry is only official on Wattpad. Please report immediately if you see this poetry on another platform that does not credit the original writer.

What if Technoblade was driving insane by the voices? What if he gave into their cry's for blood? What if he would do anything to shut them up? What if... TW: Murder, death, gothichorror, angst, suicide, mention of blood, implication of gore, sacrifice, no happy ending

Stiles' nightmares continue and soon he becomes the thing he fears. Want to find out what happens then read on. I hope you enjoy and happy reading. :) *I don't own teen wolf or the characters and all credit goes to their respective owners like Jeff Davis the creator of teen wolf. I also don't own any of the gifs or images I use I get them all from google searching. There will also be a character I make up that I do own. Now I'll let you continue, and I hope you enjoy. Happy reading :) ;) *

It's a flash fictional tale of two best buddies Saanvi and Pari. An instict changed everything up and down.

Anxiety, stress, depression, self harm or even self hatred anybody going through this, if you can make sense of my notes it might help you. Honestly think about life, think about your mind are you really fully awake? or are you in an infinite loop doing what everyone else is doing. I ask you to please look at my little memos as a so called awakening . (If you can make sense of my notes I'm glad You're here and I hope I can help)

I was never privileged.. But I don't need your pity.I have enough negativity of my own to drown in.sometimes I wish I could

Just a bunch of poems I wrote, some sad, some happy some short and some long. Life can be depressing sometimes so why not write that shit out. *Ongoing*

Friendships are really beautiful...but what if every friend you make turn their backs on you when you need them while you are always there for them...?! She was always there for her friends...but will they ever be there for her when she needs them..? #friendships #replaced #changes

This is not just a collection of poems. It's a slow unraveling of a soul held captive by the ghost of someone who once mattered too much. Each word is a scream in silence, each verse a memory I can't burn. If you've ever loved someone so deeply it hurt... welcome to the wreckage.

Astraea Lynn Thompson was not your average girl. Well... actually she was average. That is, until one day, she suddenly heard a voice in her head. The day after that, she met the Autobots, aliens from a planet called Cybertron. The leader chose to be her guardian, and over time, she grew to love him. Only... she had no clue if he returned her feelings. When she found out that the voice in her head was the same person as her guardian... she was heartbroken. 1st book in The Noblest Trilogy I do not own any characters except for my OC's.

Charlotte has lost her self , dealing with the violent death of her best friend she drifts further and further away from the path of the happy life she has carefully constructed herself. As she falls in to the despair of having to live side by side with who she considers responsible for her loss she can feel the line between sanity and morality slipping with every painful day her depression keeps her in bed. *Direct continuation of shield*

Hallie Bryce is the most hated student at WestCoast M. Middle school. She is constantly bullied, taunted, teased with, as if though she's not even human, but just a rag doll. But that all changes, when she comes to school with a knife in her backpack. She can repay them the pain they gave her mentally, turning her pain physical to the ones around her.

Not really sure what I'm doing here but i have an idea.

This poor sweet teenage guy is struggling with his mental health and the people around him. He then enters the beautiful paradise in his head and encounters the voice again, the voice he's heard over and over. Until he realizes how long he's actually been in his own head. OKAY SO! This is a random short story I wrote the other night when I was half asleep and I reread it to see what the heck I wrote and I'm actually quite proud of it, even though for some reason, I wrote it like a poem and I'm pretty sure it follows zero rules but whatever! You might be a little confused but I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND HAVE A FABULOUS DAY/NIGHT!

Sobre a tentativa de ser lógico e distinguir o bom do mau mundo afora, enquanto, interiormente, querendo censurar e reprimir um universo de perspectivas que não exigem um filtro racional consciente para existirem. Esse universo existe por si, não exige palpites sobre bem e mal e nos amola continuamente por meio da mente e do coração, apesar de toda nossa resistência e racionalidade contra o que é inferior.

I've lost my voice for couple of months now . Until yesterday , I indulged in classics which sparked that voice within . 🤎

John is a.. normal kid. Kind of. {So I choose to think.} And he thinks a lot. Like... a *lot*. About the world. About people. About things that {probably don't matter} but feel like they do. And he has this voice in his head. [He calls me Spark.] {I might know what you're thinking}, but Spark isn't evil or creepy or anything. He's just... me, albeit slightly louder, slightly weirder, and way more honest. They've always talked to each other. For as long as they can remember. [It's normal. Probably.] Until Spark starts doing things John doesn't remember doing - like catching a dodgeball with zero reaction time. Now he has questions. Not just about Spark, but about himself. And about a stranger stranger than him that [keeps. popping. up.] No matter where he goes. This isn't a story about going crazy. It's about trust, [weird brain conversations], and {quiet}. I hope you can see that. [Sidenote: This story is currently a draft and subject to edits/rewrites.] {What?? Why?} [Because it isn't complete? Jeez, thought you would pick up on that...] {Sorry...} [Should we be breaking the fourth wall like this?] {Meh - doesn't really matter; it's just a book description.} [And should we be doing all of this in the book description-?] {...fair point.}

Bottled emotions of an ordinary girl