STOP THAT, MISS BRIGGS!
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Not all abuse is physical. Some is the result of psychological warfare. For 42 years, I seemed to be receiving coded messages that something was wrong. They came from seemingly likable billboard ads, pop songs and TV comedy skits. The queasiness, the worries , the obsessions when I would see certain unrelated words and images -- why? Could I ever solve the puzzle and figure out what had gone off the rails in my otherwise happy youth? This is the true story of a man who had set out to right the world's wrongs, and finally faced a hideous injustice from his own past, then started a road to feeling okay!
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6 months to live
It all started my sophomore year of high school. The first symptom that struck me was the constant headaches. I was easy to brush it off since I had been overwhelmed with before and after school activities. More activities meant more coffee to poison the pain of maintaining my reputation. "It's the stress," I would constantly tell myself. Then it was the small fragments of my memory that kept being stolen away from me. Bits by bits, they would slowly vanish leaving me demented. I though I was going crazy because I couldn't remember simple things like where I lived. It never occurred to me that I would only have 6 months left to live.Complete
TRAPPED IN HIS EYES
Nobody ever thinks their life will shatter in an instant-until it does. Not at first. You wake up, you go through the motions, and you trust the people around you. You laugh, you cry, you love. You never stop to wonder if the hands you hold today will be the same ones that destroy you tomorrow. I never did. I never questioned the warmth in his smile, the strength in his presence, the way he stood by my side like a shadow I could always rely on. I thought I had finally found someone who understood me, someone who didn't see me as an outsider. Someone I called a brother. But trust is a dangerous thing. It blinds you. It makes you miss the signs staring right at you. Because the moment I saw the truth- I realized I had been holding the devil's hand all along. #5 Survivor #36 ObsessionComplete
His Ruthless Temptation
I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning β οΈ: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.Complete
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#1 Legally InsanE Being the daughter of a prestigious Indian Politician has never been so difficult untill I come across the biggest lie of my entire life. Well aware since birth that my strict father will never let me fall for a Mafia lord's son , I had always maintained my distance from Daksh . Everything was normal for me but world slipped from under my shoes when I discovered he doesn't think the same . Not even that , I'm devastated on learning that the sweet boy becomes a psychopath stalker when I turn my back . He is a Mafia Gangster who has been shamelessly assassinating people to remove them out of my way while pretending to be my saviour. From silently staring at me like I'm his , to secretly fantasizing about me in the dark corners of his brain . He has betrayed me . I wish to never see him again but he has other plans . BOOK TEASER AVAILABLE ON PINTREST . β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘β β‘ DO NOT COPY!!!!!!!!Complete
MAFIA'S DIRTY SECRET (MXM) β
Nobody was able to capture the wealthy man's attention; many tried and they all failed. That is, until a guy became the wealthy man's obsession. LIAM CASTILLO Even though the shadows of my past were still haunting me, I never thought I would catch someone's attention. At first I experienced a sensation of shivers along my spine, accompanied by intense eyes that followed me wherever I went. Letters and packages from an unknown person started to arrive at my doorstep, and those who had harmed me continued to vanish. That's when I discovered I'd caught the attention of Damien Valentino, a merciless wealthy man willing to do anything for me, including bringing death and no mercy to the shadows of my past. And worst of all? I fucking loved it. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!Complete
Unpredictable (completed)
Brush my teeth, get dressed, go to school and do homework. That's what my life was about, occasionally going to parties. But when a new kid comes to school and turns your world upside down, your best friend turning into your enemy. And me, turning into something that isn't exactly human. Things could get pretty strange. Especially with a life like mine. It would take a lot of work to actually survive, but to live at the same time is just exhausting. But it's all worth it. I can now call my life one word: Unpredictable.Complete
Stockholm.
[COMPLETED] Disclaimer! Everything in this piece was written on true events and had happened to me (the writer) personally. This piece may contain highly sensitive content and I write this to help myself and spread awareness to sexual abuse, rape, harassment, abuse, manipulation, assault, torture and Stockholm syndrome. Please read at your own comfort. Thankyou for reading.Complete
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β°ββ€ β [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] γ* γ β’ Λ Λ Λ * γΒ° γ β’ Λγ Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?Complete
It all started my sophomore year of high school. The first symptom that struck me was the constant headaches. I was easy to brush it off since I had been overwhelmed with before and after school activities. More activities meant more coffee to poison the pain of maintaining my reputation. "It's the stress," I would constantly tell myself. Then it was the small fragments of my memory that kept being stolen away from me. Bits by bits, they would slowly vanish leaving me demented. I though I was going crazy because I couldn't remember simple things like where I lived. It never occurred to me that I would only have 6 months left to live.
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