Stillhere Stories

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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?

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

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.

Poem

What it's like 'living'

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?

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

~|| 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.))

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.

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.

a short poem I wrote..

Rawr

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...

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?

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.

Have you ever found yourself in a situation you couldn't explain? Yeah, that's pretty much what happened to me... One day my brother is standing in my kitchen. Nothing unusual? Right? Wrong... Hi! I'm Jellie and I wanted to try an English story for once, but be warned! I don't know English very well and I don't know if every phrase I write is correct, so...sorry in advance! But otherwise have fun with the story! :)

I've been drowning in a world that feels like it doesn't see me. Days blur together in pain, anxiety, and depression so heavy I can barely breathe. I've watched life slip through my hands, fought battles inside myself that nobody else even notices, and carried burdens that feel impossible to put down. I've been misdiagnosed, medicated into near nothingness, spiraled into darkness that almost claimed me, and yet here I am - still breathing. I've felt the pull of pills, substances, and moments so raw that every breath felt like a fight. I've been alone in small apartments, on blow-up mattresses, barely eating, barely moving, barely surviving. I've watched the system fail me, friends drift away, family stay distant, and yet still I fight. Every panic, every cry, every sleepless night - I've carried it all, and I write it down because someone has to see it. Someone has to feel it. This is a story of survival in silence, of battling inner demons nobody else sees, of raw, unfiltered truth. No edits. No sugarcoating. Just pain, struggle, hope, and the fight to exist in a world that feels like it wants me gone. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, this is for you.