Sleeplessnights Stories

A chilling collection of tales long forgotten - but never truly dead. Buried beneath time, memory, and silence are stories that refuse to stay gone. In this unnerving anthology by Abby Arce, whispers from the past claw their way back to the surface-through haunted houses, cursed objects, forgotten letters, and memories we swore never happened. Each story unearths a different kind of fear: the dread of being watched, the grief that twists into madness, and the unsettling thought that maybe we've lived these horrors before. Set against the backdrop of the Philippines' hidden corners and shadowed streets, this collection explores psychological and supernatural terror with chilling intimacy. Ghosts don't always wear white. Sometimes, they hide in the people we love... or in the mirror staring back. Are you ready to turn the page on what should have stayed buried? Get the FULL COPY here: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=ttp9EQAAQBAJ

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."

Sarah was sleeping peacefully in bed, but her dog wouldn't let her be. Written by a bunch of 13/14 year old girls <3 •Rosielox13 •TwilightLoom •LittleRed589 •Bobpants045 •Local_Icecube

A bunch of fandom and original one-shots that I write in my free time

You won't be able to sleep tonight...

A prose about my memories

Breakups aren't always clean. Just ask Taylor.

BOARDS! It is every child's worst nightmare. And the worst thing is that span of 3 months given to us to prepare ourselves of the board exam. A little nervousness, a little excitement, a little anxiety, a little eagerness and a little motivation; mix them all and boom! Our all hard work of 3 months gets drained into our 3 hours paper. So, here's a poem on how I went through those 3 painful months before my board exams.

I couldn't sleep and started to write.

Her bare feet walked along the cold tiles of the castle, sighing as it seemed no one was awake... --------------------------------------------- Cover by kitsunecutie0101 on tumblr

I am Lola. Not the girls who gets the guy in the ends of the story, not the girl who gets to have a happy ending. Just Lola. I thought I survived high school, but turns out I didn't. On my last year, I had to go and screw it up. The only person who knows the truth about what happened accept me, is him. I just thought other people should know too, since it's only fair. That's why I wrote this blog. No secrets, no lies and definitely no cliches. Here it is, plain and simple. The truth.

"They call us the spoilt generation" Is it so? Are we the spoilt generation? Is it true we are dramatic? Immature? But..... it's not true.....we have a lot in mind....it's like a puzzle in our minds We don't know who we are sometimes, our head is a mess. In the world teens are the most people with depression and anxiety but are not diagnosed and their problems are denied as "teenage problems". This book has the things going on in a teenage mind, written by a teen.

When sleepless nights are full of memories of him

Max can't sleep so she goes to Logan in the hopes he can help her sleep.

A poem I wrote about when I struggled with insomnia.

Some Words Don't Echo Back is a quiet, reflective story about unspoken feelings, missed chances, and the weight of words left hanging. Told through Mira's diary, it captures the tender ache of a connection that never found the right timing.

This is a short read on my personal perspective on 'the unknown' and how I chOose to navigate it.

dan and phil story dan is tired so he goes to phils room...phil nakes hin tired ykyk😏😏

This is a collection of 13 poems, that come from my sleepless nights, not all nights swing you to sleep, not all nights are peaceful, and some nights you stay up at night talking to your ghosts, and phantoms but there is a hidden beauty, not that beautiful but has a beauty of its own -Sash