Innervoice Stories

In his frenzied pursuit of his stolen gem, Ivo Robotnik is forced into a conflict with Sonic and his friends in a newly discovered world. A fate far worse awaits him there, linked to the emergence of a new and dangerous hedgehog, and connected to Amy Rose.

𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝟼-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚞 for @talesofthedeep 's 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 🇦 🇯🇴🇺🇷🇳🇪🇾 🇮🇳 🇵🇴🇪🇹🇷🇾 ✧✦✧✦✧ 𝟾 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 because 𝟾 is 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 in a 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦

Life itself, in the thoughts becoming words. Poetry about love, hate, struggle, relationships, and the experiences of man which makes them who they are...

[This fic contains elements of dissociative identity and violent tendencies; however, the emotional core and romantic relationship remain unchanged. The story is partially inspired by the original canon.] (You only get to trust someone when I say "stop," Isak.) (Until then-don't be stupid enough to get yourself killed.) Within the silence and control of their families, Isak and Even learn how to survive before they ever learn how to love.

This is a collection of poems that I have written and feel like the rest of the world needs to hear as well! Eventually, I want to make this into an actual paperback book, buuuut until then, you peeps get it in a digital format. I have only posted these on wattpad so if you see them on any other platform, please report it.

This is not a story, a poem, or a shayari. This is simply a collection of my inner voice that speaks the agony and sacrifices of women. Written purely in Hindi, with accompanying translations, it aims to give voice to every role, the girl, the wife, the daughter, the daughter-in-law, and the sister-in-law. It depicts their collective feelings, their pain, and their endless endurance. Please be advised that some content may be triggering. Read at your own discretion. This collection follows no fixed schedule and will be shared randomly. All Rights Reserved. No Copyright.

This journey is built on the idea that embracing your flaws and imperfections can make your stronger, that maybe your pain is capable of being transformed from being something unsightly to a beautiful work of art. Amazing cover by the extremely talented @noodlesonpizzza

Silent Storm Is A Series In Which I Share Few Motivational Thoughts With The Help Of Impactful Strong Arabic Words.....

I tell about inner voice, everyday life situations that I'm sure many people encountered. And as the conclusion, I write about the importance of following the gut feeling.

A vision in my dreams that you can't see!

Post mha 431 where after many years, Izuku and Ochako get married and Katsuki's inner monologue of him breaking down the day before the marriage (no plot, just mourning) (and also guys, this is my first time writing something so please go easy on me🙏)

He's a nasty feeling. He tries to break you every day. He thinks he can always win and no one can ever beat him. Stay strong, stay focused, and he will never win.

Three shadows. One human. One decision. In the midst of silence, pain, and prayer, three shadows are having a conversation - the white, the black, and the gray one. They are no strangers. They are the inner voices of a human standing at the edge of their own world. While time passes on the outside, they negotiate within - about guilt, love, cowardice, hope - and about life itself. What does it mean to survive, when inside, you're already breaking apart? ⚠️ Trigger warning: This story addresses psychological distress and suicidal thoughts. Please read with care. You are not alone.

Please Don't Leave me. May be I can never be the best one, But I can love you forever. I can't think a single moment without you.

The soul is like a harp. Thoughts are like fingers. Feelings are like strings. Words are like music notes. Just a "repertory" with "melodies" I have listened, sang, or played in my life. Small fragments of my thoughts in the form of poems

These are the fragments of a restless soul. Pieces of peace. Echoes of emotion. Spoken word and poetry for the overthinkers, the feelers, the ones who lie awake at night with minds that won't stay silent. Welcome to the relentless noise - and the healing inside it.

Every night I lay on my bed and while I'm trying to sleep I remove the pillow and I look at the ceiling and I just think. Last night this voice was in my head that sounded like me, it was the first time I was insulting my self like that. Did I stood up for myself against myself?

Never judge looking at a mirror, always remember, there's always a part of it, which remains undiscovered to us... See it, feel it, talk about it...

This collection emanates the beauty, truth and intricacy of my powerful imagination. I am indeed happy to be sharing it with you. My writing style may vary but everything is poured from my mind, heart and soul. Can you imagine whisking all three in ink? Its magical!✨

The Poet of Forgotten Words" There was a man who spoke in rhymes, his words a tapestry of forgotten times. They called him the Poet of Forgotten Words, for he remembered verses from worlds unheard. A silent figure watched from the shadows, his eyes alight with untold tales. His poems spoke of love and loss, of battles won and rivers crossed. His words were a balm, a soothing presence that brought calm. My silence was his narrative, each gesture a chapter, each glance a verse. He felt my stories in his soul, a silent symphony of life's untold. It's the inner journey through the unknown, the determination to keep questioning, learning, and growing, even when the path is obscured by doubt or difficulty. It's a testament to the human spirit's capacity for hope and its unyielding quest for answers. It's a dance on the edge...for wisdom.. to glimpse truth beyond the veil.