Sleeplessnights Stories

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."

After a hard case, Liz notices that Ressler isn't sleeping.

A book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)

Every night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my face. But one slip of mistakes, they'll blame me, and became a sleepless night. I have hundred of sleepless nights, so I wrote these poems every night when I can't sleep-thinking to the things that cling to my easy-to-shatter heart. I have my friends to support, they're the one who convinced me to share my poems on my socials. So, I did, though I'm still thinking, is this worth it? I've encountered boys & girls, I had a crush on both. But until I was never the muse or the inspiration to both of them and I became the witness of their love story. So I took a quill pen, while my hands were merely blood. It's tragedy, because both of them hated me. Now it became my sleepless nights until now. I plucked my hairs every night, I can't sleep. I'm always finding to help fell asleep. But none of them worked, then it ruined my rep. So I wrote every single words he said, she said, I said, and they said to me, everyday, every midnight. I imagine having a dark room and wood desk with candle lamp at the top, next to a quill pen and a piece of paper. I always find myself bleeding, it's painful, but I can do it. When I was 13 I used to think that I will be a big artist, and having my album. Expressing my experience to my fans, now I'm 16-3 years apart. I like to be a known poet, and my 13-year-old me will disappoint to me, but I'll say, "That's fine, you're still expressing your experience but in a different way." Now travel with me in my imagination and hallucinations in my sleepless nights. Encouter these characters, who'll remind you of something. This is my experiences, my imaginations and hallucinations. It is not mine now, it's all yours. Sincerely yours, Chester

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

These are not fairy tales you want to read to your children, these are some disturbing, cringe-inducing stories.........

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

Kaminari has never been able to sleep well due to his electric quirk. One night he walks around to help him sleep. He spots a familiar purple hair boy from class 1-C. From there they have a rough start, and soon he will be moved to 1-A forcing them to interact every day. Nither think this will end well, at first. But hey they both love music.

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

me rambling & logging the things that keep me awake at night

Jason's not sleeping, Izzy is frustrated with his lack of sleep.

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

my random thoughts every sleepless nights that I have or words that I wish I have a courage to tell to someone.

this was dedicated to Valeska_81 because I was inspired by one of her works.. but it was meant to be told by someone else.. I hope he'll come back to me soon. :(

She had so much happen in such little time. She was unsure of everything.. she was scared.. but she found her way.. and so can you!

Things I think about when I'm lying awake late at night

My thoughts can fill a jar of hearts. My words are like ink that spills from my wrinkled heart. Sleepless nights. Overthinking. Problems. Depression. Paranoia. Hopeless Romantic. Untold Thoughts. [These quotes are originally made by me, enjoy reading]