Dissociation Stories

in which Joey Lynch finally realizes that he doesn't have to be afraid of silence - a lesson he happens to learn from a boy. "I hate you" "Just fuckin kiss me" - joey lynch x male oc - grumpy x grumpy

A troubled fifteen-year-old boy develops an obsession with the girl who gives him solace-a girl who may not be real. But to him, the ethereal Melody Yang is meant to save him. With Melody, nothing else matters-not the abuse he endures or the growing black hole inside him. What began as a tender connection between two high schoolers, however, soon turns rancid. Skies darken during an eclipse, after all. . . . [ a short novel ]

This is a fanfiction, where Douma, (I do not own the character.) Is placed in a college setting, roomated with four other boys, hiding somethong, will he run, or will he stay? Xion is a 19 year old aged man, 5"10. His eyes are a deep blue, with brown silky hair. Zach is the same age, a black messy cut with a fluffy fringe st the front, brown eyes and the same height as Douma, 6"1. Michael is 18, taller by a few inches obertaking the others. His eyes are hazel, with a dirty blonde head of hair. Eric is just the same hright, blue eyes, like a ocean with vivid waves. His black hair kept neat. Douma is around 6"1, Rainbow prismed eyes, thick ish eyebrows. His hsir is a silver undertoned blonde, a layered cut, with a central lock on his face. Douma's family conflict is in the way, stirred in the pot of problems by his father. He knows, that he can never ne the perfect son; but he dosen't care, he never will. He's aware his father won't change his opinions of him, this story reflects the alternste universe of his family life that fills him with emptiness.

A short story about happiness.

"Never ask about my business, never follow my steps, and never, ever look inside the box." Emmy & Leah Bradford are polar opposites. Emmy is an early riser, a digital artist, and an open book to her friends, while the paranoid and secretive Leah won't even get out of bed if the sun is up. This makes for a life of literal day and night. Emmy is content with this clear division until Leah's nightlife begins to intrude on her daytime in the form of a mysterious smartphone, strange messages, coincidental meetings, and a string of high-profile deaths. How will Emmy survive as she slips in and out of the shadowy underworld? What will she do when people recognize her as Leah? Or any other number of names Emmy has never heard? And what will she do when people appear with old grudges to settle?

rylan wakes up in what seems to be an empty hospital with no memory and no full identity. things take a turn for the worse, and he ends up with far too much blood on his hands. (original phycological/gory horror i wrote for school! i'm pretty damn proud of it soo...) TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dissociation, anxiety, panic attacks, blood, gore, uncensored f-slur (im queer!), vaguely implied self-harm, outing enjoyyy

Birth is a celebration of beauty and pure love here in the sanctuary. Every child presented to the Lord and gets accepted with holy hands. The Voice welcomes you to become a vessel for Lord and you will live your life with bliss. Fay's birth celebration was a joyous one. The sound of Lord's daughter's cries was the sweet sound of purity. Fay held her daughter and prayed to Lord. That she would grow into the mold they created. Lord heard Fay's prayers. Fay asked. Lord answered. {PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE GETTING INTO THIS} I will be putting warnings before chapters that has themes such as Gore, SA, and Suicide. This story contains heavy religious themes along with themes those sensitive to religious trauma might find unsettling. This story is 100% fiction. Vendela is my My Hero Academia Villain oc and this is her book. {So far the mature tag is turned off. Once this book contains themes listed in the tags the mature tag will be turned on. Keep that in mind if u wish to add this to your library} This book is heavily Christian based but the religion shown here is not Christianity nor Catholicism.

It's 2038. The androids are rising up all over the United States, and at the head of it all, Seàn Anderson is starting to doubt his own mind. Can Seàn figure out his own humanity in order to save everyone else's? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count: 17,464 Top Rankings! 19 in 'identity' (in the top .33%) 72 in 'humanity' (in the top 1.8%) 208 in 'disorder' (in the top 2.45%) 256 in 'of' 166 in 'humanity'

Where will the next road lead to? Read on to find out.

I can't breath.I can't breath.I can't breath. I don't understand how people wake up every day and do this. I don't understand how they be and feel and breath. Something must be wrong with my brain. Something must be wrong with me. Because nothing bad's ever happened, nothing broke me but still I can't figure out how to be a person. -----------------------‐--------------------------------- This story is about Sam. His struggle to understand himself and life as a whole.But also the beautiful and odd connection that blooms between him and a new person that slips into his world.

What dreams are made of.. The answer seems to escape him, as his sleep patterns are going through unforeseen changes. Grasping at straws, getting stuck in those webs of the dream state, he desperately tries to navigate his way out of. But how come, no matter how hard he tries, he still can't identify the catalyst for such a radical shift that has sent his equilibrium into a spiral? A dreamer who dreamt of a dream once slept inside the dream while contemplating yet another dream.. How does it go again?.. Aren't we all just a tad bit drowsy? Unbelievable scenes and unconnected fragments are flashing before your proverbial eyes. A vibrant parade, you're honorably invited to join, yet having a hard time keeping up with, gradually falling behind. Maybe, it's a good time to pinch yourself, you know, just to be sure. Scared yet?

A long forgotten story of tortue and survival endured by a ten year old white boy and his two younger brothers in a horrifically abusive and neglectful African American foster home just after the Watts riots of 1968.

It's getting so much harder for him to concentrate lately, his mind whispers him things that he should flinch at- he doesn't though- and everything just seems so dull. It's way more fun to drink vodka and play with matches. Something that's he's been doing a lot of lately. ~~~ Warnings: reference to previous self harm, dissociation, alcohol/drunkness & swearing.

We are all human. We all feel, think,, and breath. We are all equal...rightist? What does it actually mean to be human? Is it just the mere thing of existing? Or is just that we aren't even human, but merely a soul stuck in a body.

Silent. Still. Adjacent to the central show as always, I can feel myself blending in with the world. Like the residue of a paintbrush being dipped into water, we mix. My realm is as a liquid, warm and formless as it gently consumes all touched by it. This world envelopes all in an airless safety. Yet just like a person starved of that very air, I hunger for something beyond the vast emptiness of this place. Desire is the very first sensation known to my being and I feel like a baby being coddled by its mother as my mind frantically attempts to provide me with something that I can cling to. Thoughts that rattle on and on try desperately to aid me. Silent. Still. Colorless. Confused. Purposeless. None of the words mean anything to me. The voice desperately reciting them seems to believe they should. A jerk brings me in the correct direction.

short poems quick to consume easy to digest no sugar added lightweight low calorie ::tw - like everything, especially eating disorders. don't read these. they're about personal experiences and i don't mean to glorify or encourage anyone to partake in these habits::

Featuring: My dissociation I've recently been thinking about the simulation theory, and to me it makes sense. This also covers the surface strange mysteries you should check out. It is full my questions about basic things, and me sounding very dumb. BITCH THIS DOESN'T EVEN NEED A WARNING If you struggle with dissociation this book may not be the best for you. This covers topics of why I believe the world is a simulation, which could be harmful for people who are trying to recover. Please read at your own risk. But also some of the chapters are pretty science-y which aren't as bad, but either I'm just putting a warning. Some may cover sensitive topics that I will put a warning on.

This is a story put together with a series of poems. WARNING