Coping Stories

a creative fiction series of journal entries, grieving the loss of my best friend.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ In the dim glow of a smoky underground pool hall, where the air reeks of cheap beer and stale cigarettes, a girl with messy hair and sharp, tired eyes slouches over the green felt. She's only 16, and she looks like she's already given up on the world. Empty cans litter the table. A half-smoked cigarette burns between her fingers. Headphones on, music drowning out the distant chaos of Musutafu's hero-filled streets. She's not here to win. She's just here to waste another night. Because when your quirk is all about gambling with your own life... what's one more bad bet? ჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻

25 year old Elizabeth Jameson's life seems to be falling apart around her. He mother has just died and the woman she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with has just left her. She's stuck working as a teacher in a private school where she is given the constant reminder from her students that their parents pay her bills. Most of her evenings consist of marking students work and planning their lessons. She has no other option than to take her life seriously. 20 year old Kacey Grant is escaping her life. A medical student trying to distance herself from her family empire, her parents and their coldness towards their children. In doing so she has given herself the party girl reputation and most of her evenings involve drinking and any drugs she can get her hands on. To others she has everything, but behind closed doors she tries hard not to crumble under the pressure she sets upon herself to not fall victim to her family. Then one drunken evening the two meet. And somehow the two always end up on each other's door step. They're bad for each other. They both know that. Yet they always open the door.

Set against the quiet, rugged backdrop of a secluded mountain cabin, this heartfelt and domestic story follows Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff as they navigate an entirely new kind of mission: raising a toddler named Jess. After Yelena establishes a quiet refuge in the mountains-complete with the sleek pram she brought during her first week-and Natasha arrives separately to join them, the former Black Widows trade high-stakes espionage for the chaotic, endearing realities of parenthood and auntie duty. From morning hallway races in a blue walker and messy breakfast routines to impromptu village supply runs and covert bakery trips, the narrative blends signature spy banter with tender family moments. When a trip to the local boutique, Little Sprouts & Co., turns up an absurdly charming rack of official Avengers merchandise-including a Black Widow teddy bear and a miniature hoodie with the iconic red hourglass-Nat embraces her role as the ultimate, highly tactical aunt. Balancing the shadows of their past with the warmth of a hard-won home, the book is a cozy, character-driven journey about survival, sisterhood, and the unexpected joy of building a family together.

The aftermath of a car accident makes waves so powerful that they shatter Kinsley's family, breaking them into pieces so small that she thought they couldn't crumble further. But a basement always has a trap door, and this one was filled with glass shards. Her older brothers tried to twist safety into control, curating an image they called protection through the mirror they thought was whole. Except underneath the surface, Kinsley was drowning, choking on the truth they swapped for lies. Unknowing that her fragmented world was one pull away from unraveling, revealing the answers to the mystery she was so desperate to solve.

About a girl who becomes famous and tries to deal with everything that comes with that. This is my first book so don't expect to much of it of it. I hope you like it. If you have any ideas or feedback please let me know.

Katsuki has found a new way of coping, and luckily his red headed boyfriend is there to make it all less frightening. In this AU it's common knowledge to all in class 1-A that Katsuki uses age regression as a coping mechanism, but how will Katsuki come to terms with allowing himself to be happy in a way that suits him best? Little Space + Caregiver One Shots! All SFW! [Subject to change] Littles: -Katsuski -Kaminari .+* Caregivers -Kirishima -Hitoshi Author's note: This is my first time writing age regression. I stumbled upon this coping technique and thought it could be a cool concept to explore. If anything seems amiss or incorrect feel free to correct my writing! I'm still learning about agere and appreciate all knowledge on it! But also do note this is all entirely fiction, so some things here may seem like a bit of a stretch. I just ask that you use your imagination and allow the stories to playout as you see fit! I know this fandom is very much dead, but Kirishima and Katsuki bring me so much comfort to write so hopefully someone out there can enjoy this as well! DISCLAIMER: Art is not by ME. credits to - 3x_ibb Xwitter I found this art on Pinterest, however if you do not appreciate your art being used please message me via any of my socials!! Thank you!

My thoughts turned into poems/extracts/strings of words.

It's just random poems I write, they don't rhyme or anything they're just random

based off the song Black Hair by Alex G with a twist of course moving on I suppose

Rants & Vents Dark Poetry Free Verse Marked complete, as poems are individual and have no connection to eachother, but will go on as long as I and the person I call you in this book don't die.

Some rants and random things about my mental health over the past few years, just felt like I wanted to share them. Writing and thought dumps are my outlets for processing my emotions on bad days. This is my experience and by no way a guide on how other people should be navigating their mental health journeys, but hopefully a good example of the kinds of things that have helped me through the darkness. The first few chapters were written in a very dark period, so read at your own discretion and stay safe. The latter chapters are a bit more constructive as I have learned techniques to cope, become kinder to myself and have been removed from situations that were worsening my mental health over my teenage years. I have no idea if it will help anyone to see this progression or even just to read the recent chapters and have a look at my thought processes and methods that are helping me make it through. If it does help I will be very happy :)

No x reader No smut

The Princess of Positivity is thrown into a life of turmoil when she collides with someone not normally in her social solar system, uprooting her secure future and stable foundations, launching her into a whole new side of the galaxy that is New York. There, she finds the difference between 'then' and 'now', and how neither can co-exist without implosion. [#178 chicklit]

Leslie Barnes has just graduated from high school and is preparing for college and her new adult life with her best friend, Nick Payne. In spite of her fear of the unknown, she feels safe with Nick by her side and is eager to start her new chapter at Auburn University. But is she truly ready for what she's about to face? Leslie is forced to deal with unresolved issues long buried away, as well as handle new hardships. And when the final blow is made, the explosion is so catastrophic that she isn't sure she can find her faith in the aftermath. Sometimes you have to lose everything to find what you need. **Warning: some mature language

*Thirteen, With No Goodbye* is a raw and unflinching exploration of loss, resilience, and the haunting echoes of grief that stretch across a lifetime. At just 10 years old, I stood in the shadow of a devastating truth: my mother had breast cancer. In the pages of this book, I open the doors to my deepest memories, revealing the trauma of that moment and the years that followed. Through vivid recollections, I take you through the moments I never wanted to remember, the pain I tried to bury, and the confusion of losing my mother at the tender age of 13, in 7th grade, when life felt as though it was just beginning to unfold. Her battle with cancer was not just hers; it became mine, and the lives of my seven sisters who were left behind to pick up the shattered pieces of a family we didn't know how to rebuild. This is not just the story of my mother's illness or her death. It is the story of how I learned to carry a grief that never truly left me, how I struggled to find my place in a world that felt colder, emptier, and more uncertain without her. Even at 29 years old, the weight of that trauma remains-woven into the fabric of my life in ways I never imagined. The grief still lingers, and the scars still ache. In *Thirteen, With No Goodbye*, I delve deep into the psychological and emotional aftermath of growing up with the specter of loss. I recount how my mother's death changed me forever, how it reshaped my understanding of love, family, and identity. This is a journey of healing and remembering-of facing the wounds that remain open and tender, even all these years later. Through these pages, I hope to connect with others who have experienced similar pain, to remind them that they are not alone in the struggle to move forward while still carrying the weight of what was lost. My mother may be gone, but her memory lives on in every word, every tear, every part of me that still carries her love-and in that, there is hope.

A short story I wrote for my father who has been an avid smoker for almost forty years. (17/02/2021)

Timothy Francis, a prominent grief counselor, has been helping families pick up the pieces of their broken lives after death and tragedy have struck. But his sixteen years experience in grief counseling has not prepared him for losing the love of his life, Jillian. Timothy's grief is all-consuming and he struggles to put his life back together while still making sure his clients don't fall apart.

My daughters told me: "one day we'll l be happy again." Personal essays about life and death: the illness, loss, bereavement, the first year, coping, and the new life which comes later. "To live in hearts we leave behind/Is not to die." Thomas Campbell

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