Mind Stories

Points - Teamwork - Commitment - Knowledge - Determination must equip! In a school where grading system is not all about grading scale nor percentage, and not just focused on how intelligent a student is. Every student should work together to gain points to lift their overall ranks - uncover a hidden core that holds the secrets together. Live a school life where thoughts twist through games to uncover what's behind in every student. Embark fascinating journey to a school where success begins in teamwork, commitment, knowledge, and determination. Book cover: Lilacine arts

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The story of a teen trying their best to recover after the loss of their friend. They are telling their story, their life, in order to feel better. Have you ever wonder what it is like to be in a grieved teen mind ?

My random poem collection that I wrote for fun.

The story consists of three worlds in which the hero lives with a different name, appearance, and personality. The three worlds discuss: one, issues/causes; two, monsters; and three, magic. The three worlds are connected by something, and it is not the hero, dear reader. Without further ado, dive in and read.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. ••• Arthur Pendergast is a man who walks with the weight of generations in his shadow. As a Black man navigating the sharp corners of London, he's used to being watched, but as a necromancer, he's the one doing the observing. To pass a rainy Tuesday, he decides to sit in on a fake séance hosted by a local "spiritualist" in a drafty Victorian parlour. He expects cheap parlour tricks, hidden magnets, and the predictable scent of stale incense. And Madame Valeska is pro at it all. But as the candles flicker and Valeska begins her practiced wail, the air in the room turns unnervingly cold. Arthur quickly begins to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. The fraud in the velvet shawl isn't the only one hiding a secret, and the knocking on the table isn't coming from her foot-it's coming from somewhere much deeper. In this dark corner of the city, Arthur is forced to remember a chilling truth: monsters don't live under our beds; they live in the recesses of our minds. And tonight, one of those monsters is finally finding its way out. WC: -- CC: Inky

Aleksandra is a girl who has been picked on for being different. Well, not really 'picked on', more like 'tortured and studied', but same thing, right? Anyway, things change when on her sixteenth birthday, she learns that her and her twin brother can read each other's mind.

A collection of poem from my daydream and life experiences.

There are things that happen at night that do not belong fully to dreams or to waking. Moments when the body goes still but the mind stays alert. When shadows feel deliberate. When voices sound familiar enough to answer, yet wrong enough to fear. When you are certain you are awake - and later realize you may not have been. This book is not about monsters. It is about losing control while fully conscious. What you will read here did not happen once, or in one place, or in one form. These experiences followed me across years, rooms, and stages of my life - changing shape, but never intent. Sometimes they whispered. Sometimes they watched. Sometimes they touched. Every incident in this book is real as I remember it. Some moments are clear. Others are fragments - sensations, fear, stillness, pain. Where memory faltered, emotion remained. Where certainty failed, awareness did not. If you have ever woken unable to move, if you have ever heard your name when no one was there, if you have ever felt fear before understanding why - this book may feel uncomfortably familiar. And if it doesn't, read carefully. Because once you become conscious in the dark, sleep is never entirely innocent again. Content Warning (15+) : This book contains intense descriptions of sleep-related experiences that may be disturbing for some readers. Themes include fear, loss of bodily control, altered states of consciousness, and psychological distress occurring during the night. Descriptions may trigger anxiety in readers with sleep-related disorders. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for readers 15 years and older.

This is a journey through the "in-between." It is for anyone who feels like a ghost in their own life-not quite gone, but not quite present. For all those who feel like ... "I don't want to die, but I don't know how to live right now." You don't owe the world brilliance. You don't owe your parents perfection. You don't owe suffering a conclusion. This is the threshold of the story-the words that sit beneath the cover, inviting the weary and the brave to step inside Elara's world. To the lonely, the tired, and the brave: You are seen. You are significant. You are still here.

A collection of thoughts that wander through the maze that is my mind.

We create the lives we imagine. Change the image in your mind and you will change your life. This is as true as any other universal law and equally as certain. Everything you can imagine you can have if you are aligned with the corresponding frequency of the things you desire. You must be able to adjust your beliefs, tune your thoughts and amplify your feeling towards the wish fulfilled. The second you are able to make these adjustment your entire life changes. It is at this moment you are no longer condemned by the law. You may create with grace.

"I opened the window I smelled the flowers I saw the sunset I felt the breeze Then foul smells of rotten tree hit my olfactory receptors Grounds were blood smothered I saw the fangs hit the ankle I heard the unpleasant sighs I smiled with all the sadness and I learnt to embrace the world..." The world can be poignant and it can be jubilous. Our world is how we percieve it. The reality and fantasy intertwines here to weave my voice which flows as words. This is how I Embrace the World, not with all the goodness and not with all the badness but with all the striking feelings I have. Poetry can be experienced through all senses, sometimes it's a divine sensation. Here, I present the collection of my poems.. Awards✨✨ 🥉3rd in The Peerless Introvert Awards 🥉3rd in Crazy Awards 🥉3rd in Bookaholics Zeal Awards

It is vast. It is large. Prepare yourself for the journey of the mind. My Mind. Your Mind. Our Mind. Whos Mind? The Collection

This is part of a series called "Random Things", where I just write about myself, my thoughts and opinions. This specific writing is about my current mental state, especially since it's been a couple months after quite a stressful major national exam.

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Alternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely products of the author's imagination. Credits to book cover: Isabelle (Isabear) Barona

"Even so, I still love you. I just got my revenge"

my mind is full of thoughts like: love and hate co-exist? if not... can the impossible be achieved? my mind is capable hehe fantasy is a dream

- 'It keeps me sane.' And sometimes, when all the tears dry up, I bleed words. Highest ranked as :3rd in poems, Started publishing on: 28/02/18 All of these words are entirely original. Please,don't copy and paste.