Insomnia Stories

Sophia had always been shamed for being a bit bigger than the other kids, which made her sure when she was a teen, that it would be impossible for someone to like her. Meanwhile Alexander had spent all 28 years of his life building his empire, not focussing on love. But will his wealth give him the girl he truly wants... or will he have to give up on her, and find someone else?

Aleenah has always been good at burying things, the fear, the sleepless nights, the version of herself no one gets to see. Not even the boy she loves, the one who somehow makes her feel both wanted and small in the same breath. She tells herself it's fine. That love is supposed to be complicated. That everyone has something they don't talk about. Her friends carry their own weight too. Christine, who smiles through hallways like nothing happens behind her front door. Timi, who numbs what he can't name. Aminah, who holds a truth about herself she isn't ready to say out loud, not even to the people closest to her. Aleenah tells herself she's fine. That this is just what love feels like. It takes her far too long to see what everyone else already has. Some things get noticed too late. Some, she makes sure, never get noticed at all. Until they do.

The Hum Society doesn't break with a bang. It breaks with a frequency. A gripping, slow-burn psychological thriller perfect for fans of The Leftovers and Severance. The summer of 2026 is suffocating. The city is locked in an agonizing gridlock of political division, mass protests, and a deep, unyielding sadness that seems to coat the streets like ash. Society is an absolute powder keg, teetering on the edge of a violent civil war. But Henry, an isolated digital archivist, notices something far worse than the political unrest. It starts at 3:14 AM. A heavy, mechanical pulse-like a piece of industrial equipment tumbling in the far distance-vibrating straight through his floorboards and into his teeth. Soon, Henry realizes he isn't the only one feeling it. Random strangers on the subway stare into the void in perfect unison. A businessman taps his car roof to the exact cadence of the machine. The public isn't just angry; they are sleep-deprived, unraveling, and completely calibrated to a rhythm no one wants to admit they hear. As the city plunges into madness, Henry must use his archival skills to dig into the past and find the source of the broadcast. Because the "Hum" isn't just noise. It's a countdown. And if he can't shut it off, humanity will tear itself apart.

It's 2011. Two dudes from Ohio play in a band. Life has its ups and downs. And friendships don't last forever, or do they? Brick by brick, something is built, but they have no idea whether it'll be a castle or a shack.

✦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✦ ⋆˚｡⋆ Some stories are painful ⋆｡˚⋆ 𖤐 some are blessed by God 𖤐 ⋆ but... ⋆ ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✦ ⭒ THEIR STORY WAS CURSED BY GOD ⭒ They both were forbidden for each other. They were never meant to be together. They both were forbidden not only by God and fate, but by blood also. 𓆩♡𓆪 Yet-when two eyes met, hearts instantly recognized their prohibited love... 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* BLOODBATH • WAR • ENMITY • FIGHT • CHAOS *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Because it was meant to be, but what was not written in their destiny was to fall for each other. Still, they couldn't control their hearts, and hearts and eyes committed a sin no one was ready to witness. ✦⋆˚｡⋆✦⋆˚｡⋆✦⋆˚｡⋆✦ It's their story of pain, enmity, rivalry... and love. Or ISHQ!? ✦━━━━━━━━━━ ⟡ ━━━━━━━━━━✦ A story of a VILLAIN and his VILLAINOUS SUPERSTAR. ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✦

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

ماذا تفعل لو كان أكبر خوفك هو أن يستيقظ العالم غدا ولا يتذكر وجودك اصلا ؟! هو سلاح ، بلا اسم .. سجين برقم ! وكل ما يريده هو أن يعيش كإنسان لا كأداة

"Maybe losing everything was the only way I could find you." After losing his memories in a tragic accident, Sim Jaeyun is left to rebuild a life that never quite feels like his own. For two years, he lives quietly, keeping people at a distance and trying not to think too hard about the emptiness inside him. Then he meets Lee Heeseung, a stranger whose quiet warmth begins to soften the lonely routine Jaeyun has grown used to. But some memories refuse to stay buried. And as fragments of Jaeyun's forgotten past slowly begin resurfacing, he is forced to confront the truth about who he was, what he lost, and why someone once wanted him gone. Start: 19.05.26 End: -

The voice of those who struggle to express themselves... A mirror which mirrors the world of people using words.

In a particularly dark mindset, Error decides to end it all the only way he thinks will work; jumping into the Void. However, as Luck would have it, his Destiny took a drastic turn from that moment forward. The flip of a coin and a fall down below, free from Fate's strings, Error must navigate her new reality in a place all too familiar. Can he truly be happy in such a place? Or will he remain stuck in the past? FGODE Fic based off of the Original by @absolutelYin-Sane and the Adopted continuation by @Originalsparkstar that hasn't been updated since 2022. I really like the idea and have decided to take it and put it in a blender in my brain <3 Error will use he/her pronouns in this fic, so be warned, I guess? Not changing that no matter what anyone says. Cover art by meee <3

At 3AM, the world was quiet, but my mind was not. I used to lie awake replaying conversations, worrying about tomorrow, and wondering why prayer felt so hard when I needed peace the most. I thought I had to pray harder, say the right words, or feel calm before coming to God. But slowly, I learned something gentler. Prayer does not have to be perfect to be real. Sometimes it begins with one tired sentence, one honest breath, and one small surrender. This is a reflection for anyone who overthinks at night, feels anxious in the quiet, or needs a softer way to return to God's peace. Sometimes peace begins softly. Sometimes it begins at 3AM. Sometimes it begins with one honest prayer.

Insomnia is a small collection of short horror tales no longer than a chapter each. Insomnia is designed for readers to jump in and out for small, quick doses of terror without the hours of commitment. Whether you are on a commute, in a waiting room, on break or just at home looking for a tale before bed... Insomnia may have a story that will keep you up... just a while longer. -----------------------------------------------------------------Notice----------------------------------------------------------- Insomnia has a variety of stories but I will only post more if demand calls for it. Sincerely, Noctis Draven

A Kyoka Jiro x reader fanfic The love story between two people; one a music loving girl with beautiful dark purple hair. The other being a Tired™, quiet person with an interesting group of friends. Kyoka Jiro and (Y/n) Togata, the younger sibling of the shining sun of the Big Three, one of UA's top students. (Y/n) is the exact opposite of their brother. He's always full of energy, can make friends with almost anyone, and has years of experience with his quirk. They, on the other hand, have insomnia, are mildly anti-social, and don't have as much experience as they'd like with their quirk. Despite their differences, this pair of siblings are as close as they can be. Being the younger sibling of Mirio, (Y/n) is friends the Big Three, knows the pros at Sir Nighteye's agency, has connections because of their family, and always has their older brother to lend a helping hand when they need it. In this story, Mirio and (Y/n)'s mom was a pro hero who died on the job when (Y/n) was 4. The reader is now 15 at the beginning of the school year. This is my first time writing anything like this, so sorry in advance lol. I use gender neutral pronouns (they/them) for the reader, so that they can apply to anyone! I've only seen the anime, not read the manga, so that may affect the story. A/n from the ~future~ The author has realized that they consistently spelled broccoli wrong, and is too lazy to fix all the times that they misspelled the word, so they're saying that it was "intentional" and they're not going to change it. Another A/n, The author's been losing motivation for this story, as well as many others, so that will affect their nonexistent updating schedule. Additionally, school has started up again, and they've been swamped with homework, which has added a lot of stress to their busy mind. Sorry!

poetry and other various works of mine. most of this will be relatively sad. i am a sad person. so - this is your tw or w/e. you have been warned. on that note, i hope that there are others out there who can enjoy my writing and relate to it as much as i do. thank you for checking this out.

He came home to millions. After military service, Kim Namjoon cannot sleep. Back in Seoul, BTS is preparing for a new era, and the world is waiting for RM to lead again. But behind the fame, music, and comeback expectations, Namjoon feels caught between who he was before enlistment and who he is supposed to become next. Then he finds a late-night bookstore café made for people who do not know where else to go after midnight. Its owner knows the difference between solitude and loneliness. She gives him tea, silence, and a corner table without asking him to be anyone but tired. Night after night, their quiet ritual becomes something neither of them can name.

"I can't sleep." Welcome to Insomnia Cover Shop! I hope you enjoy it here! "So tell me." [✔️] OPEN [✖️] HIATUS [✖️] CLOSED

This came from a night where I was too tired to think, yet couldn't stop thinking. I kept chasing answers instead of rest, even though part of me knew sleep was the only answer that mattered.

Hongjoong is a famous producer under KQ entertainment. Seonghwa, a new trainee, joins the label too and knows oddly much about Hongjoong. Why does he know that much? And why does Hongjoong feel both, scary and butterflies in his stomach when he's close to Seonghwa? A Hongjoong x Seonghwaa fanfiction about stalking, romance, insomnia and mental health problems (TW follow)

Sabine Novak never planned on transferring. With a father whose name opens doors and a mind that never seems to stay quiet, she's spent years learning how to survive: keep your grades up, keep your head down, and never let anyone be too close. Running at five in the morning, reading until dawn, and pretending she's okay have become second nature. Juniper Hayes is the exact opposite-or so everyone thinks. She's loud, warm, and always smiling, the kind of girl who collects friends everywhere she goes. But beneath the sunshine is someone exhausted from holding everyone together, someone who learned long ago that it's easier to hide your pain than burden the people you love. When Sabine gets Juniper as her first ever assigned roommate, neither of them realizes they're already carrying pieces of each other. Maybe stars don't disappear. Maybe they stay exactly where you left them. Content Warnings: Depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and ideation, alcohol, emotional and child abuse, neglect, insomnia, anxiety, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and mature themes. Additional Notes: This story contains mature themes and may include explicit scenes later in the story. Reader discretion is advised. Disclaimer: I do not own any photos, artwork, or media used for covers, mood boards, or aesthetic inspiration unless explicitly stated otherwise. Author's Note: I've been carrying this story around for a long time. I hope I finish it, but I make no promises. Thank you for taking a chance on me, these characters, and their journey. ❤️

Living after a global pandemic in which sixty percent of the population is compost, a young man sleeps awake through vivid nightmares and torturous insomnia. A spontaneous regression occurs at his mother's deathbed. Mark becomes master of life and death and is recruited by the State of Nightfall to be their right hand man. This story is a draft.