Stress Stories

She Did Not Grow Old is a poem about the quiet changes a woman goes through when life becomes too heavy. It is about stress, motherhood, expectations, changing bodies, falling hair, and the painful words of people who forget that a woman is more than the way she looks. Sometimes, she hasn't stopped being beautiful. Sometimes, she is simply tired. This poem is for every woman who has ever been told, "You don't look as pretty as you used to." Maybe what she needed was never criticism-just a little understanding. About the Author - Lavanya Y. Rao I'm Lavanya Y. Rao, a new writer who finds stories and poetry in the emotions and experiences we often overlook. I wrote this poem because I feel that so many women in this world are constantly complained to or complained about-"You don't look as pretty as you used to," "You've gained weight," or "You've changed." But behind every change, there may be a story, a struggle, or a battle that nobody sees. I hope this poem makes you pause before judging someone by their appearance. If this poem touched you in any way, please vote and leave a comment. Your support means a lot to a new writer like me. ❤️

My pale complexion gave me a few nicknames throughout my childhood. A ghost, płatek śniegu which is snowflake in Polish, vanilla bean, and I was always know as Dollface. A porcelain China doll is the perfect way to describe me. I got used to the fact being called Dollface, my real name was Evie Zynda. Growing up in a polish family, the women had to clean and cook and nurture. I had to provide for my family at the age of 11. My family was poor (and still are), but we had a house and food. It was fully my decision to move to the States even if my papa disagreed. He didn't like change. It was my plan and future to move to New York and make a living of my own. But my papa wanted me to take care of my younger siblings and carry out the tradition of marrying a wealthy man and making my own family. I had no intentions of marrying a man. So I finally packed up my belongings and was gone the next morning without a trace of me behind. I needed to find out who I was. And if I had to move to New York and leave behind my homeland so then be it, I'll be selfish. I'm gone.

Five kids. Five heritages. One big problem.

This is a thriller/horror book. A group of friends get approached one summer night, they get offered an opportunity to test a new escape room. What could be so difficult about a normal escape room? If only they knew what was in store for them. Would they have picked the same path if they knew the ending? Would you? Tune in to find out. *Mature tag on, no sexually explicit content. Just mild gore.

It's sometimes hard to focus when you're constantly on my mind but even still I love You

multi view short story's short story's mixed with internal thoughts, that are from past and present feelings in everyday life.

Just a few poems that I wrote a while back.

A kind of love with the beauty of darkness consider as euphoria for others whereas a good sign ending of the day. Other than to a girl who doesn't want the darkness of night sky. It's bring her to the past of her childhood. Ylave thought it was a phase of her life but it is something beyond control. Oniel a lover of darkness will collided to a girl who don't want dark night skies, it will be a good start or not. Different perspective of night will it turn a lover? or it will be an enemy of their dark past to a light one. A story love in my darkness and my kindness. How it possible they make it when once a stranger turn to a lover? Ylave Dale Eanhardt and Oniel Soul Drithm tale of thier story impervious to his action. Started: September 29, 2022

Welcome to my messy little diary 💋📖 This book is basically late-night thoughts, random chaos, oversharing, emotional damage, funny moments, and me trying to survive life one day at a time 😭✨ I talk too much, drift off-topic every five seconds, disappear randomly, come back with new drama, and somehow turn simple stories into full movies in my head 🙃 Inside this diary you'll find: 💭 Real-life moments 🎓 School/uni stress 💄 My lip gloss business journey 🤍 Friendship drama 🫠 Mental breakdowns mixed with jokes 📚 Story ideas that keep attacking my brain at 2AM ✨ And honestly... whatever else my chaotic mind decides to talk about Nothing here is perfect, polished, or planned. It's just real. So if you're also tired, confused, emotional, ambitious, slightly weird, and trying to figure life out... welcome home 🫶 Follow, comment, and let's survive life together ✨

~A young girl named brenna has an average life with a lot of mysterys to unfold, she is constantly dissed by the people she loves, till things got better for her~

This poetry's is based on my experiences that I encountered

The ones who are alive, are the ones most likely to die. ~Luna This is a book for the pen down awards competition. It will be updated faster than usual and I will focus mainly on this book. It will be about 30 chapters long I hope. Each chapter I am aiming for 700-800 words, maybe more. Anyways, enjoy!

HeY SiS!!! I'm Paul Withers, a young, bisexual writer and an art student, and i wanted a place where i could just let out all my bottled up feelings. I wanted to write it in my notes in my phone but I wanted to share my ShiZzy life to other people. SO here's the life of an insecure, depressed, half-chinese idiot that will make your life feel EVEN MORE BETTER :)

Things that have made me afraid because of the weight of it, really just the weight of my thoughts and words. Cry for someone to hear me; that person can be anyone. However, maybe you will find some weird comfort in the words I type for myself and you. Forever changing like life itself, like myself. I hope you will listen to me and watch how I continue to grow. I will never forget you and how much you've done for me. Thank you for sticking around despite the poor spelling and grammar. I love you. (Made in Google Docs and published here for you to read)

Basically what the title says. ||requests are open|| I will try to keep this as often as possible and as entertaining as possible. It is hard when I have school bey because of COVID-19 I do online school and have more writing time. Enjoy my stories! <3 ~Luna the dwagon!

A short, light-hearted story about social anxiety, books, and making new friends💛 (sorry about the bad cover, I couldn't find a good one but hopefully I can change it soon😬)

Wooyoung giving Hongjoong some much needed comfort after the intense stress he's gone through. Just a little story I made because I need this right now. Made it with my best friend in mind. My topaz.

Just a collection of random, late-night thoughts scratched down when I couldn't sleep. Expect a lot of silence, rain, cold coffee, and moody dark academia vibes.🖤 Nothing too fancy or overthought, just my silly little poems written in the quiet hours of the night. Grab a cup of coffee and get comfortable.

A story about a girl who hates who she loves because she is independent but her will not allow her to....

A topaz oneshot to comfort my sad soul. I made this cause I miss them. I hate distance bro 💔