Insomnia Stories

Valerie, a pink-obsessed shopaholic, only worries about two things; if her sunburn is going to peel, and what the new fashion season's lineup will be. Much to her dismay, she somehow becomes tangled up with Toby, a jaded player who gives his number to any girl that looks him in the eye. But appearances can lie. In more ways than one. Under the layers of social class, personality bias, and the facades they flaunt, there is much more to discover about a lost soul and a hungry heart which have so much in common. They yearn for meaning. This one is just to appease my daydreams, please take the plot and loose story style lightly (∩^o^)⊃━☆ Cringy stereotypes ahead cuz I embrace all cliches ;) #welovetheenemiestoloverstrope #playerandrichgirl

HEAVILY inspired by Prinzessin Jujutsu Kaisen by @-SOLARSAINT (you should read their stories >:D) - - - - - - - - - "𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹" | A girl who suffers from insomnia, joined Jujutsu High.. more like getting adopted by a weird grown man named "Gojo Satoru", for her unique circumstances.. despite being in her lowest point of life──she wants to do better and be strong... She did make a promise to 𝙝𝙚𝙧. Meeting this gloomy person, "Fushiguro Megumi"──they began to know each other more and do missions together. That's is when they do this one specific mission where everything will change. Leaving her past behind──she now has to face the dangers of the world. Although, she might see some familiar faces along the way Who knows? Maybe she'd unknowingly steal some hearts while she's at it~ "𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙔/𝙣... 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧" - - - - - #1 jjkvariousxreader - 04/30/25 #1 astrologist - 04/23/25 #1 cryo - 05/01/25 #1 jjkvarious 05/08/25 #1 cringe 08/04/25 (HELP???) #1 laylagenshin 09/24/25 #1 laylagenshinimpact 09/24/25 #1 kaisen 10/04/25 #1 jujutsukaisenvarious 01/23/26 - - - - - REWRITTEN!!!!!!! (WARNING: English is not my first language so expect mistakes Bad grammar Some misspellings SPOILERS!!! Swearing)

When the world sleeps, some people wake up. Mara has insomnia-long, endless nights filled with walking streets and counting hours that refuse to move forward. Leo has bipolar disorder-days that burn too bright and others that dim without warning. They meet by accident at a bus stop at 2 a.m., both awake for different reasons, and slowly form a connection built on honesty, boundaries, and understanding. This is not a story about fixing each other. It's a story about learning how to exist-together and apart-without being afraid of the dark. ⚠️all images used are not mine, I only own the characters and story line⚠️

By day, his life is predictable-college lectures, a part-time job at IKEA, friends who talk more than they listen. By night, everything slows down. Films play on low volume. Thoughts get written down. Sleep never fully arrives. Then one night, an unknown message appears. Are you awake? No name. No photo. No promise of tomorrow. What starts as late-night conversations between two insomniacs quietly turns into a routine neither of them admits they're depending on. She never shares too much. She never lets him get close enough to hold. And she keeps reminding him that this-whatever it is-won't last. Some people don't enter your life to stay. Some connections are meant to exist only in the dark. And some love disappears before it can be named. A slow-burn, introspective novella about insomnia, emotional restraint, and the kind of connection that feels real because it refuses to be permanent.

Kazi James is a chronic insomniac powered almost entirely by coffee, doodling in his drawing tablet or sketchpad (both of which are demanding retirement), and the unwavering love of his dog, Iku-his emotional support animal and the only being who respects nap time. His days are a blur of caffeine refills and possibly hundreds of sketches, complicated by working at a cafe where crazy customers who all seem to have woken up on the wrong side of their beds, and roommates who are also his best friends, seem to treat common sense as optional. Just when life couldn't get any louder, an ex who refuses to stay in the past keeps reappearing, and a beautiful girl with a mischievous smile takes obvious pleasure in poking at his nerves-and maybe his heart. Between accidental late-night bonding, playful banter, and moments that feel suspiciously like something more, Kazi stumbles through everyday chaos with dry humor and reluctant optimism. In a life full of noise, teasing, and unexpected warmth, Kazi isn't sure what's more exhausting: being awake all the time, or slowly realizing he might actually be falling for it all. ***NEW CHAPTERS EVERY SUNDAY!!! (hopefully...)***

Mind is flexible, for it can either strangle or inspire. It is an iceberg. And only questions can reach its bottom, lighting the darkest spots. However, these question marks are deemed to be rhetorical. Like the Penrose stairs, they form an infinite loop, descending or ascending inside the iceberg, being trapped and bewildered.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Selina is cursed with sleepless nights. Vincent is haunted by a forgotten past. Both are drawn into a world steeped in decay, where truth and illusion bleed as one. *** Ranked: #enchanted - no.1 out of 3.3K #sleep - no.1 out of 12.9K

its about 4 teenagers who have very bad mentalhealth have to go to a mentalhealth hospital and thay share things in common and slowly become friends and maybe something more all pictures from are amazing pinterest and all pictures belong to their rightful owner and quotes prompts not taking credit I sit up in bed as the springs shriek beneath my sudden weight, the sound sharp and metallic in the dark. The cold concrete floor bites against my bare feet the moment I stand, sending a chill up my spine. Above me, rain drums a relentless rhythm against the roof, each drop pounding in time with the chaos inside my head. The wind roars outside, wild and furious, mimicking the storm raging within me. I pull myself fully from the bed and step onto the icy floor, moving toward the window. Outside, the sky is bruised and coal-black, heavy with anger. Liquid lightning splits the darkness, blue and silver veins painting twisted faces across the clouds, gone as quickly as they appear. Then it happens. A blood-curdling scream slices through the night-and through me-sharp as a dagger cutting through butter. Her scream. Before I can think, before fear can settle, I'm already moving. I tear myself from the floor, rip the door open, and sprint into the hallway. My bare feet slap violently against the ground, each step echoing too loud, too fast. Where is she? Where is she? The halls stretch endlessly before me, one bleeding into the next. I run and run, lungs burning, heart hammering like it's trying to break free from my chest. Panic blurs my vision, the world narrowing to sound and motion and fear. Then my legs give out. I collapse with a sharp yelp of surprise, my knees crashing into the unforgiving floor. Pain explodes through me, but I barely register it. I pull my knees to my chest and fold in on myself, burying my head as if I can hide from the world. Tears spill freely, hot and uncontrollable, burning their

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we build altars from the fragments of a fractured world - raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. These poems draw from noir nights and Catholic introspection, unearthing resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions even as it clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulation, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, the collection favors practical gratitude over grand illusion - inviting readers to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than chaos. For readers who crave poetry that bleeds honesty, resists the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. A collection that listens for one blood's cry - and lingers like a half-remembered dream.

insomnia. /inˈsämnēə/ noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.

It's back bitches! That's right! IVE BROUGHT BACK AN OG! If you don't know this story and why I'm bringing it back then u genuinely haven't been a long time fan(no problem with that) just know if you did read the original There will be some changes...wait what? *looks at script*oh fuck thats about it...Anyway, fuck it we ball. Enjoy the shit show and MEMES!!!

He is known across campus as the untouchable one-top music student, and "as cold as Antarctica." What nobody knows is that he barely sleeps. Insomnia keeps him company every night, leaving him wandering empty corridors at 3 a.m., fingers aching for strings he's already played for hours. Music is the only thing that quiets his restless mind. While others admired him for his looks or reputation, Selene watched the way his shoulders relaxed when he played. The way his expression softened for half a second during a difficult passage. The way his music sounded less like performance and more like confession. She told herself she only wanted to be friends. That she was just curious. That she simply appreciated talent. But the truth was softer. And maybe love, like music, sounds best when two completely different melodies learn how to play in harmony.

A lot can happen in 3 years... Chelsea Birke gets into a relationship, but..it's not the safest after she pushed everyone away from her just to be with her boyfriend. Especially her beloved guy best friend, Zach. But when everything goes downhill, she remembers one thing. "I'll always be there for you."

serotonin /ˌsɛrəˈtəʊnɪn/ noun [BIOCHEMISTRY] ⇒ a compound present in blood platelets and serum, which constricts the blood vessels and acts as a neurotransmitter. ǝuoɯɹoɥ ʎddɐɥ ǝɥʇ 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. trigger warnings!! 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 *slowburn* ➣⋰☊ ☽ ✵ the 100 © jason rothenberg (ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ x ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ) season 1 ⇾ ?

This is a pureshadow story, I see the deciet trio as a family so...yeah! And whenever I read pureshadow/puremilk/shadowvanilla where shadow milk like moves in with pv i always wonder what happen to candy apple cookie and black sapphire, so...yeah, first few chapters are gonna be mama shadow milk 😁

raw, unflinching journey through the heart of depression, poems that feel, ache, and linger beneath the skin

two sleepless souls met on a summer's night.

nhân vật của Eve/mariyasu hơi OOC một chút mn thông cảm đói hàng quá nên tự ỉa tự ăn

Dream uses Wattpad but someone keeps destroying people's spirits and books. Go find out what happens!~ A Short story Temporary cover that I made