Stillhere Stories

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It's not for you But you still had the nerve to take more than 1 step

This is not a book about healing. It's a record of what remained after. SCARS...unstitched documents the spaces where love faltered, belonging was uncertain, and survival became an act of restraint. Written without ornament or apology, these fragments trace the slow recognition of what it costs to stay too long, and the quiet resolve of choosing oneself anyway.

A journey through the fragments of self, the questions we hide, and the echoes we chase. A raw reflection of identity, love, and the masks we wear.

Imagine this. You relish in killing men. In fact, it is the only reason why you still exist. Actually, your whole existence is perceived by the rest of the world as fabled. And, you have a tail. Yes, a TAIL. Now envision you fall for one of those sailors, that you are ordered (and usually desire) to kill. But then- your leader specifically tells you to kill this man you fall for. What in the Hades are you supposed to do? Especially when either choice before you results in utter doom...

a short poem I wrote..

Poem

If hatred were taken from me, I would die of emptiness. It is the only thing that has never abandoned me......

Carmon McLean ended her life thinking it would be over in an instant. She could forever be locked in a box in the ground with all her suffering ended. But suddenly she is swept into a world of half existence, invisibility, and watching those she loved mourn over her. But the real question is, why is she still here?

I'm bored af, fite me.

She wasn't planning to stay. Not for another day, not for another sunrise she couldn't feel. But one message - "You forgot your sketchbook." - changes everything. He's the quiet boy who sketches in corners, the one who sees the world in shades of grey and light. She's the girl who forgot what light even looked like. Neither of them expected to save each other. But sometimes, the smallest moments - a text, a song, a shared silence - can pull you back from the edge. This isn't a story about falling in love. It's a story about learning to live again. And maybe, just maybe, finding love along the way. the story parts are all finished ,they will be uploaded gradually

What it's like 'living'

"Your not with me. But your not gone...your in my heart." Darien Nole and Kathrine Dunner had prepared everything for there future. They were soulmates. They were happy. They had each other. But when the pair finds out Kathrine has a fatal heart disease, it breaks everything apart. It was only a matter of time until a perfect future, would turn into a heartbreaking one.

Anjhon went in a secluded area in the middle of the forest where he used to go to everytime his depression strikes him, just to shout, cry and blame himself from a very traumatic event happened on his past. well it has been his routine every time he's there. Hes the greatest Pretender you may encounter his smile can hide all his problems and burdens not wanting his Father to perceive all his Secrets. Until one day he met a girl a bald girl who's also in that secluded area in the forest and the girl can make him laugh as if there's nothing happened on his past, they roamed around the forest that made unstick from depression temporarily, they became friends and became in a relationship instantly. They often meet each other there until he fell in love to her But What if the very Traumatic event he has experienced happen again with another lady who's really differ from any other lady, but more painful and more unforgettable? Because Whatever he do, even he tried so Hard to forget her. "I can't, even though it was 2 years ago, she left a scar, no she didn't, co'z she's the scar herself that still in my Heart. she's... She's Still Here" - Anjhon Obrien FIND OUT Why Anjhon was Depressed and what Happened on his past that made his life miserable? Why the lady he met in the forest was bald? How come they became In a Relationship instantly? And How his past would Happen again?

This memoir tells the story of growing up in a home shaped by neglect, abuse, and survival. From early illness and isolation to being forced into adulthood far too soon, this book traces the experience of a childhood where safety was never guaranteed and love was conditional. Walking home alone, caring for siblings, enduring physical and emotional harm, and learning to stay silent became part of daily life. Even after escaping that environment, the impact remained. Loss followed, grief accumulated, and healing proved to be anything but simple. This is not a story of easy recovery, but of endurance-of learning how trauma lives in the body, how silence can be as damaging as violence, and how survival can become both a strength and a burden. Told with honesty and restraint, this memoir is about what it means to survive when you had no choice, and how learning to live afterward can be just as difficult as staying alive.

Not by My Strength This piece was written from the place people don't usually talk about - the moment after strength is gone and before answers arrive. It comes from a night where survival didn't feel heroic, where faith wasn't loud, and where endurance looked more like staying still than pushing forward. It's about reaching the edge of yourself and discovering that the edge wasn't the end. About realizing that what felt like breaking was actually a stripping down - not punishment, not failure, but preparation. The silence wasn't abandonment. The weight wasn't meaningless. And the scars weren't proof of weakness; they became structure. This isn't a story of self-made resilience. There's no victory speech here, no claim of control. It's an acknowledgment that when courage failed, when words ran out, when standing wasn't possible anymore, something else carried the weight. Quietly. Faithfully. Without spectacle. The poem honors the kind of survival that doesn't look impressive on the outside - the kind that simply refuses to disappear. It's for anyone who has learned that being held is sometimes stronger than being strong, and that standing later doesn't mean you didn't fall first. If you see strength here, it didn't come from willpower. If you see steadiness, it wasn't self-made. If you see a soldier, understand they were built from scars - not steel. This is not about glorifying pain. It's about telling the truth of what carried someone through it. A reflective, faith-centered poem about surviving emotional and spiritual collapse, describing exhaustion, silence, scars, and quiet endurance, and acknowledging being carried through darkness rather than overcoming it by personal strength.

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.

So this book is about Jooamznnayno's account which is no more Now it's for updates and little kitttyparty

Is Veresia (VEAR- e- see- ya) De Mandeville Cinderella? No. Is she a smart ass? Most definitely. After her father's death, Veresia's mother decides to put her through even MORE hell by taking her to a strange home, with an even STRANGER family. She is put to work quickly, and dreams of a better life than the one she is living. She's looking for a way to get out....But will she be stopped on the way? And when she finally succeeds, will she really, truly be free?

~{NOT THE REAL DEAL!!}~ (( since CaramelCraze didn't update her book, I am making my continuation for it, so THIS IS NOT CANON TO HATEFUL WONDERLAND!! Thank you CaramelCraze for making the start, but I'll take it from here 😉 )) " I promise we'll be the best of friends forever! " ((CAN'T REMEMBER DESCRIPTION WORK WITH ME!!))