Stillhere Stories

This book was not written from strength. It was written from survival. From nights of overthinking. From conversations where I swallowed my words. From loving people who underestimated me more than they cherished me. If you have ever felt unseen, unheard, or slowly fading away- this is for you.

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

I thought I could be repaired but after everything that happened... I know I am beyond repair. My confession. Something I would never tell. Something I can't keep hidden much longer. Something I want to shout but can't because he's my best friend. Because I don't want to hurt him. It's out in the light now. I knew I would regret it.

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.

Maybe someday, Sera, you'll look back and realize someone was quietly loving you through the seasons you never noticed. But whether you ever knew or not, I was always... Still here. - Aris

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?

~|| A Ffionn/Spectre Story ||~ What happened to Ffionn that day? Why is he experiencing such emotions and feelings? What is Stephan hiding? All these questions and no answer, but one thing's for certain, Ffionn can't control what he feels during a certain time, and his nightmares might be the cause of it all. ((This story will take place in first-person.perspective, so it (may) always be in Ffionn's POV.))

What it's like 'living'

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

~{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!!))

Sino dito ang nagmamahal pero walang kasiguraduhan? sino dito yung naghihintay parin pero hindi mo alam kung andyan pa sya? itong tula na ito para sa inyong lahat na kapareho ng nararanasan ko ngayon 😂😭

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a short poem I wrote..

Rawr

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

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 is not a guide. Not a rescue plan. Not a "how to be okay." This is a love letter to the ones who almost disappeared. A collection of raw, poetic chapters written like whispers in the dark. If you've ever felt too heavy, too soft, too broken to be here... this is for you. STILL HERE - A Soft Survival Series is not about being healed. It's about choosing to stay anyway. From Pappii, with softness.

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.

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these are just song lyrics and yes the cover is and actual serial killer just in case you were wondering