vent short stories and poems

vent short stories and poems

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title says it all there are pretty big triggers in this so please be careful while reading<3 i do wanna say real quick, these stories are about my traumas. and if not, they are short story/poetic vents about my feelings. (edit: this is literally just a vent book) i feel this is a way i can talk about my traumas without saying it out loud. pls don't feel pressure to read if you don't wanna. i hope you are doing well and please remember to eat/drink something because you 100% deserve it! i hope sharing these short stories and poems can help someone, make someone feel less alone, make someone feel heard. you are worthy, even if you feel you aren't. i'm not going to make any promises just in case. but, i do wish the best for you, even though right now is dark. i love you, you silly little loser! /p<3 (ps. most of these contain swearing) -ellis/ashe, the author
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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