Helpless Stories

Sanskar is keeping a secret from his wife Swara. Let's see how Swara will take this when Sanskar past comes infront of her Peep inside the story to know further. P.S. - I don't own any images. They belong to the rightful owners. DISCLAIMER - This is a work of fiction . Any names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the product of the Author imagination and used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, actual events or living and dead is purely coincidental. Publish Date : 16/11/2024 All Copyright reserved

⚠️TW⚠️ Might be sensitive topics

It's not easy, being me. But, is it even easy being anyone? Life is so full of worry. Will my dog die? Will the stocks decline? Will I crash my car? Will these people pay me to sleep with them? Will I die? No one ever stops worrying, is it a human thing to naturally worry or do we worry because of humans? Is it only a selective few of humans that worry or is it all of them? I know, a lot of questions, but on the streets you have plenty of time to think of a million answers for each of them.

He is a man of principles... She is a woman of devotion.... He is way too modern and rebellious in nature... She is way too naive, soft spoken and innocent in nature... Fate had decided them to unite them in an eternal bond, who are poles apart in character, culture, dressing, class, status and in everything... Two opposites poles, who can't be united by any means.... But.... Marriage unites them... It's a sacred and unique bond, which unites two souls, irrespective of their odds and differences... What will happen when the marriage, which is to be a love and arranged marriage, turned out into an unexpected revenged marriage... What will happen when an innocent girl is trapped in a confused puzzle???? What will happen if the girl is being targeted and termed as a culprit for the sins, she didn't do???? What will happen if the girl is unaware of what a marriage is all about???? To know more, peep in to this story... This is the season 2 of my story " I want my Fuggy.." Text fully copyrighted: © Crazymahiz™, 2021®.... #3 in Abhigya (18/3/19) #3 in Kkb (19/3/19) #4 in kumkumbhagya (20/3/19) #1 in Fewshots (18/03/19) #2 in Ignorance (19/3/19) #1 in Nerdygirl (24/7/19) Never dare to steal my works and copying and posting my works in any networking sites is an offence and whoever does so, will be punished by law....

this a poem I made a wiled back its about Hera and her life

We've all heard about the girl that goes missing, kidnapped in the middle of the night and disappearing with no trace. But have you ever heard of the person behind the call, the one that sends for help and aids the innocent once she returns? No? Well, this is the story of such a person, a neighbour of a kidnapped girl that lived the whole thing, and helped out every way she could. *This is a short story of how people will always regret the things in the past. Leave a comment if you think there is any way to make it a better story!*

An addiction to a necessity. ⚠️ There is triggering content such as details about binge-eating disorder and anorexia nervosa. Cover credit: @unfeignedoptimist

Multiple Sclerosis that sent me darkness of the abyss to a thinking of how much life I still have! "Before you judge me, just walk the life I am living and see how strong I really am!"

so this story is about my friend and what happens to me everyday

" Here is your order, Mam! " Sandra smiles. " Thanks! " The woman smiles back. Sandra smiles again and starts leaving. But something stops her on the track. " Ophelia? " The woman calls someone. Suddenly Sandra feels coldness and fear crawling under her skin. Her hands are shaking, making the tray shake along with them. She looks back at the woman and asks subconsciously with a trembling voice, " Yes? " The woman looks confused. There is now another woman sitting with her. The first woman asks, " Is your name Ophelia too? " Sandra doesn't reply and looks dazed. The second woman shakes her hands in front of Sandra's eyes. " Hello? " Sandra jerks out of her thoughts and shoots them an apologetic smile. " Sorry! I thought you called me! " " It's okay! That's why I asked your name! " The first woman smiles. " Oh! I am Sandra! " Sandra's voice is still shaking. " Then how can you get confused between Sandra and Ophelia? " The second woman gives her a weird look. " Both of them are so different! " " Um..I... Um..." Sandra stutters. " Sorry, gotta go! " She says and flees from there. She runs out of the shop and stands outside. Her eyes suddenly start brimming with tears. She hugs herself and whispers, " I am not confused at all! Both of them are my names! " She wipes the tears away and whispers again, " I am Sandra and..... I am Ophelia too! ********* Meet Sandra Fields, a girl with two names. One which she has inherited and another one that has been forced on her by someone who has made a web of lies, tortures, heartbreak, and betrayal... and trapped Sandra and her loved ones there. Follow her on the journey of her simple life... twisted by the burden of the dark past. Can she survive the cruel claw of the danger looming over her, save everyone, fall in love, and have a happy ending? Or is she going to be the puppet of it and be trapped in that web until she dies?

Listen y'all I'm tired and I will never have motivation, I also have school and karate and I have a girlfriend and many friends to attend to so, I WILL NOT UPDATE THIS STORY AS MUCH AS Others DoO~ anyways, this is just a gay one-shot book, NO SMUT I REPEAT NO SMUT, only fluff <3. Anyways let's see how long I write this shitty book

Just story I have in my mind they might be sad might be crazy might be werid might be gay might be straight might be happy

Time dysphoria is where, over time, you lose track of time and minutes merge into seconds and years come by quicker, memories are forgotten and time is forever changing

When your mind speak.. .. Listen.. And WRITE it down.

She is the strength of her own weakness She is the power of her own breakdown She is the sea to her own coral reef She is the might to her own right She is the light to her own darkness She is the mist to her own dryness She is the rain to her own drought She is her own majesty She is her own queen Because She is only her owns

[a highschool punk rock au] If Hamilton was an early 2000s teen rom-com and the Schuyler Sisters were a punk rock group and Eliza, the lead singer of the band, saw Alexander during their homecoming gig. [inspired by the may hamildrop, helpless, and a comment by mich.francesca] [art by softmushie on tumblr | mushie r. on youtube]

I don't know Just read the story and probably you'll get it...

oh little child go back to sleep.

Cuddle up in your bed with a cup of hot chocolate because this collection of poems is sure to make your emotions swell - whether it be happiness or sorrow, utter randomness or something quite to-the-point. So join me in this unplanned journey where I show you that even the most common of things have more to them, something much more deep.

A lost girl with no where to go when a man shows up at 3 am telling her to go with her... Will she be ok..