Ineedsleep Stories

(cover art found on Pinterest, creds to artist!) If you feel invisible or like you don't exist then join this club because I wanna acknowledge you all those who join will be seen I'll post at random times probably, I'll make some poems, talk, other stuff this is open for anyone who feels like a nonbeing

'King of Pop; Michael Jackson presumed dead at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, at 2:26 p.m.-- Get latest details at--' I remember hearing the words slip off of the reporter's tongue so very easily, I found myself disbelieving the fact that my idol had so quickly and surprisingly lost his life. I had tried to flip through the many different channels, trying not to hear of the silly report, yet with each channel, I believed more and more. That's all they would talk about, he had actually died, the person I so wanted to meet had died. After that day my parents couldn't tear me from my room, I remember the painful thoughts burning through my head, scolding and imprinting within my eyes. I remember what my mother had said, how she had just shook her head and smiled gently. "Sweetheart, my dear Annalise. He would have never known you." She would say, I only brushed off the truthful words and ignored them. I didn't know why, but I had always had this ache in my heart, my chest, whenever I heard his name. It felt as if I lost a family member, one of my own blood. My mother, tried to reason with me, my father the same, yet I pushed them away and fell into a grief of sorts. "Sweetheart, it's unhealthy to do this. . . You didn't even know the man." My father would say, I only rolled my eyes and stood up from the table, leaving back to my room. I didn't understand why I had grieved over this man, but I did, and nobody could really stop me. Often I would find myself, muttering the lyrics to his familiar and famous songs, zoning out and becoming lost within the background music. To my parents, family, friends, it seemed as if I had an unhealthy obsession with this man. But to me, it was different. . .

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Rewrote this after ths f*****s app deleyed the firt oen Love you lexi This is for a friend im not a freak

ohohoho just a story about girls in high school

It's in the title ANY ART I USE IS NOT MINE!

((CURRENTLY WORKING ON THE COVER SO BEAR WITH ME)) After being killed as a corrupted tyrant, Trixie Spirit, the third daughter of the Spirit bloodline, was given a chance by the Divine to restore her life back and fixed her mistakes for the last time. But little did she know, there will be bigger problems ahead of her path...

my hero academia groupchat fic. Enough said. enjoy bbgs

(I do not own ANYTHING! All the photos and videos used here are not mine. Soo...Enjoy I guess??) You wake up in a locker and realize you're in a school. Apparently the principal is a teddy bear and you have to participate in a killing game. You can't trust anyone nor yourself without getting yourself killed...Yay...How could your life get any worse... Huh? What's that? A gremlin and a ho- cool robot?? ------------~*•*~------------ What the hell am I doing...My friend encouraged me to do this soooo...This is my first time. Watch as I write this shitty story. Also 80% of it is gonna be like all dialogue so yeah that's fun- Oh yeah, I love me some good plot twist so idk maybe? Hehehe => *You can already sense this weird depressed human being plotting something...* WARNING: -Colorful Language(Because Iruma is Iruma-) -Spoilers(tho I think all of you would know that so-) -Gremlin Alert(but Kichi is so adorable-) -Um..Gore???(because killing game-? Probably not-) -LOTS OF CRINGE(Because it's written by ME-)

ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY ILY I wish you were gay.

Leo Cooke is your everyday, average teen. Except in every way he's not. First off, he's a huge bro con, rarely ever sleeps, and, oh yeah, he can see strange creatures. Yknow, the usual things that happen.

Aoba Johnsei is going to Spring tournament and unfortunately their bus crashes and leaves them in a life or death situation! What will they do?? Credits on "In Another Life" as I had used some inspo from that story! (English is not my first language so please to not judge me!! (>x<) I am also very new to this app so supports are very appreciated!!)

spy/secret agent au? idk this is crack fic ig lmao

"Pray for a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!" And that's exactly what he did. Izuku Midoriya was dead. Deku was dead. Until he wasn't.

This is a kny var! X reader please do not repost this or any other stories of mine to another platform.

its literally just his monologue backwards

welcome to the 🌸Love Cafe🌸 May I your order? 🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡 Request open 🌸 closed 🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡 I'm trying to make this as well route as I can so please be gentle. comments are always welcome. please keep it nice and no hate to others or you get blocked 😠.

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