Delusional Stories

Our lives, our story. Confusion, Hate and Love, not living, just surviving. What the fuck? If everything could end...there actually is a way...but at what cost? I'll try to tell a little bit of my story, everything you'll read is true unfortunately, I'm doing it mostly for myself, but enjoy! (There will be some poems because they help me express myself better) TW:sh, ed, suicide, death

-☆- ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ? ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ. -☆- Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman and her smug villain of the week- the Prowler. An unlikely pairing, but you know what they say- anything is possible.

Delusion... Why not live in my fictitious world? I'm nothing, but a delusional girl in this Judgemental world though. Or am I just scared? scared of accepting the fact? the fact that, things don't always go as planned.

Courtney found herself in a big mansion with a man by her side who is this man?? Also the intro is somewhat inspired by TEACH ME

Losing someone. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes... It doesn't. At first.

A modern Frankenstein exploring the value of pro life, medical experimentations, telepathy, and dreams. In a trauma thriller that asked for consideration of moral & ethical rights, as well as the potentials of the mind. A fetus has stopped undeveloping and saved through medical experimentations, the result while stable has created her own reality and has no idea what she actually is, using dreams to express her terror and asks for recognition of the eatherial mastery she has achieved.

You worked really hard and was able to not only basically front row tickets for ATEEZ concert but a VIP me and greet with your bias Hongjoong. When you meet him, he finds out that your following other oppas (idols). What will be his reaction to this? Will he finally snap and teach you a lesson or pretend he didn't notice?

It was just me and my own delusional world. Most of the times, I just wanna get out of this world and make a world within my imagination. A world just for me and me only.... A perfect world I created inside my mind. A world that reaches my expectations. A world that I need. Where I can do the impossible. Where I bring things and everyone I loved. Where I eliminate all the things I really hate with all my heart. This is where my reality and safe place is... This is the story of my delusional self. (The cover pic is not mine)

In this super duper cool story, tells the edgy but in SOME of the right places story of a student: Sam, a student looking for something that will make his life to turn around or end. The only thing Sam is driven by is hatred and a chance to prove he isn't worthless. Sam becomes the suspect in the brutal murder of his own friend, Daniel, one of the most useless characters in the story. Of course, Sam runs away just like how he runs away from all his problems in life. Read this now or you will end up dead like Daniel! :)

y/n : your name y/c/n : your crush name y/f/n : your friend's name y/l/n : your last name that's most of the acronyms that i use, if there are more, i'll state it in the beginning of the chapter. Have fun reading!! ;) Highest rankings : #20 in delusional - 13/04/2021 #4 in lmaoo - 13 April 2021 #13 in yourcrush - 13 April 2021

While Walking On the City Road The Boy Was waiting on the Streat sign to Change has encounter a girl who is in there School while waiting the girl started walking the boy run and push her to the other side of the road and almost get hit by a car and that how they met...

Stalker x Stalker? (I'll edit it when I have the time to)

Maine usse sirf sapno mein dekha - par uski presence mere दिल में थी, meri धड़कन में थी। He was my secret universe. Mera comfort, meri curiosity. Then one day... I met a boy who looked exactly like him. Same smile. Same voice. Same eyes. He didn't believe in dreams. Now I must prove... Dream boy exists - and he's standing right here, in front of me.

Blonds😩

Inspired by Innocents by Cathy Coote and the Crush (1993), I wrote this story to capture the essence and feelings of what it's like to be led on by someone who already has a girlfriend, at the same time making the main character a little delusional, giving it a little kick. Being a side piece and feeling like a second option is the absolute worst. For my girlies out there going through this, I hope this story will help you understand more about your feelings, and let's get through our healing era! For after our healing era comes our hot girl era :)

"They say I've gone mad, that I'm weak, that I'm letting it take over my thoughts."

Your heart belongs to me. - short chapters • • • The day you stole my heart A Short Story By GxldnFlowers •2021•

I just wanted to go home, but at the time I guess it was right. He was standing on the track of an oncoming train, was it really that wrong to save him? Gage Grant saved a boy named Patton from killing himself, but what Patton does to thank Gage is something no one wanted. Patton followed Gage around like a puppy, a loyal puppy. A puppy no one wanted to have because of how loyal it was to it's owner. *This story will have may/will have triggering topics- LGBTQ Neglecting/Abusive Parents Mental illnesses Mentions of sexual activity More in the tags as to not spoil the story* Thank you for playing Completed: 10/07/20

Title: Grid-dark spot. Type: Script. Author: Pablo Cesar Mendez. Genre: Thriller/Mystery. At: Simpplyscript.com AT: scriptrevolution. Blurb: Marten roams the streets, facing girls and lapses of time undecipherable to figure out if the uncanny apparitions are a consequence of the slug inside his brain or if he is dealing with real impending situations. Synopsis: Marten under the dawn of a festival, shakes hands with a bizarre character named Cesar. They split the night having drinks. Later they go outdoors, joining Cesar's girlfriend. Traversing the mountain, Cesar and Gabriella have a quarrel, so Marten and Cesar continue exploring the cavern. Cesar is digging out something inside the swamped lawn; piecemeal, a hand and body of a drowned woman surface... At mid-drizzle night surfaces a girl wearing short pants, cleaved psychedelic ochre-black flannel fanning her washy breast, a long knifed scar down the navel, below her ink-tearful face despairingly lost, bore into her lagging roll of eyes a space-out smile. Giving you a 'butterfly dance,' she peeked at her scarred wrists and inhaled her stoned breath. While you are making your mind up, she scuttles away...