Insomnia قصص

When the world sleeps, some people wake up. Mara has insomnia-long, endless nights filled with walking streets and counting hours that refuse to move forward. Leo has bipolar disorder-days that burn too bright and others that dim without warning. They meet by accident at a bus stop at 2 a.m., both awake for different reasons, and slowly form a connection built on honesty, boundaries, and understanding. This is not a story about fixing each other. It's a story about learning how to exist-together and apart-without being afraid of the dark. ⚠️all images used are not mine, I only own the characters and story line⚠️

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ They existed in opposite relationships with the same hours. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮． 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥． Neither realized that the night, patient and persistent, was already rearranging itself around them. Because sometimes healing does not arrive as a solution. Sometimes it arrives as a presence. A door opening at an unreasonable hour.
A hoodie thrown over pajamas.
A quiet, stubborn "I'm coming." This is not a story about curing insomnia. It is a story about what happens when someone decides that if you cannot sleep, you should not have to be alone. And about how, in the deepest hours of the night, when fears echo the loudest, the smallest sound can change everything: 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

my art, music, story and video game ideas, along with my trauma

A bet gone wrong. Aizawa finally get's a break. I almost feel bad for Class B. Or, Aizawa and Vlad King make a bet and everyone but Class A and Aizawa suffer. ---- Erasermic, Class 1-Gay (u know the drill), M*neta x death, more tbd

insomnia. /inˈsämnēə/ noun habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.

Insomnia by Stephen King follows Ralph Roberts, a recently widowed retiree in Derry, Maine, experiencing severe insomnia after his wife's death. As his sleeplessness intensifies, Ralph begins seeing strange auras, colored ribbons, and "little bald doctors". These supernatural visions reveal that he is witnessing a cosmic conflict between "the Purpose" and "the Random," forcing him to intervene to save lives in his town. I have a hard time reading my AR books for school, so I put it into this form just to help me. It just feels easier to read when it's in the Wattpad form😅 ****All rights of the story go to Stephen King**** ****Not my story!!!!!!***"

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we build altars from the fragments of a fractured world - raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. These poems draw from noir nights and Catholic introspection, unearthing resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions even as it clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulation, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, the collection favors practical gratitude over grand illusion - inviting readers to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than chaos. For readers who crave poetry that bleeds honesty, resists the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. A collection that listens for one blood's cry - and lingers like a half-remembered dream.

Random drawings Ranks: 1# sketchs 4# drawings 3# paintbrush

Pelkus Bowl hasn't slept in weeks. When insomnia drives him to the brink of death, he crosses into a realm no living person was meant to see - and returns with something inside him. Now he can see the hidden auras of human souls, the angels walking unseen among us, and the darkness closing in from beyond the veil. But the memory of Heaven is fading... and whatever followed him back isn't. A dark urban fantasy about despair, redemption, and the terrifying cost of touching the divine.

serotonin /ˌsɛrəˈtəʊnɪn/ noun [BIOCHEMISTRY] ⇒ a compound present in blood platelets and serum, which constricts the blood vessels and acts as a neurotransmitter. ǝuoɯɹoɥ ʎddɐɥ ǝɥʇ 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. trigger warnings!! 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 *slowburn* ➣⋰☊ ☽ ✵ the 100 © jason rothenberg (ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ x ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ) season 1 ⇾ ?

Kazi James is a chronic insomniac powered almost entirely by coffee, doodling in his drawing tablet or sketchpad (both of which are demanding retirement), and the unwavering love of his dog, Iku-his emotional support animal and the only being who respects nap time. His days are a blur of caffeine refills and possibly hundreds of sketches, complicated by working at a cafe where crazy customers who all seem to have woken up on the wrong side of their beds, and roommates who are also his best friends, seem to treat common sense as optional. Just when life couldn't get any louder, an ex who refuses to stay in the past keeps reappearing, and a beautiful girl with a mischievous smile takes obvious pleasure in poking at his nerves-and maybe his heart. Between accidental late-night bonding, playful banter, and moments that feel suspiciously like something more, Kazi stumbles through everyday chaos with dry humor and reluctant optimism. In a life full of noise, teasing, and unexpected warmth, Kazi isn't sure what's more exhausting: being awake all the time, or slowly realizing he might actually be falling for it all. ***NEW CHAPTERS EVERY SUNDAY!!! (hopefully...)***

⚠️MARKED AS COMPLETE AS I'M NO LONGER UPDATING - FULL ORIGINAL PLANS INSIDE UPDATE CHAPTER⚠️ What if Inko never raised Izuku? What if Aizawa had a child of his own? Izuku Aizawa was the anonymous son of Hizashi Yamada and Shota Aizawa, who were better known as Present Mic and Eraserhead. Everything was fine. Or, so one thought. When Izuku enters U.A High within company of his brother, who will warn him of the dangers ahead? Highest Rankings/Awards: #84 anxiety #9 insomnia #1 separationanxiety #1 kidnappeddeku #65 leagueofvillains #13 erasermic #3 angstandfluff #154 dadzawa #2 izukuangst #1 abandonmentissues #15 dadmic #4 papamic #10 dekuangst #7 izukuaizawa #2 kidnappedizuku #1 shinsouangst #294 bokunoheroacademia #526 myheroacademia #2 shindekubrothers

Yoongi can't sleep, he has a bad, very bad case of insomnia. So he takes medication to fall into the arms of his dreams. He always sees the same thing in his dream, a man with dark red hair and a heart shaped smile. That smile could cure Yoongi's numb feelings and worst headaches. Yoongi falls in love with that beautiful man. But he still can't sleep comfortably, because he needs a softer pillow. ___________________ Hoseok is constantly tired. He can't find any energy to dance even if he wants to. But he rests well and eats healthy food. Maybe this feeling is caused by his fated lover? - He sees a blond, small and fragile man in his dreams. Will his dreams come true? Sope Soulmates AU!

"everyone promise one thing. no matter where this takes us, we'll all stick together."

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. 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."

By day, his life is predictable-college lectures, a part-time job at IKEA, friends who talk more than they listen. By night, everything slows down. Films play on low volume. Thoughts get written down. Sleep never fully arrives. Then one night, an unknown message appears. Are you awake? No name. No photo. No promise of tomorrow. What starts as late-night conversations between two insomniacs quietly turns into a routine neither of them admits they're depending on. She never shares too much. She never lets him get close enough to hold. And she keeps reminding him that this-whatever it is-won't last. Some people don't enter your life to stay. Some connections are meant to exist only in the dark. And some love disappears before it can be named. A slow-burn, introspective novella about insomnia, emotional restraint, and the kind of connection that feels real because it refuses to be permanent.

Crack basically

just me and my sleep deprived self writing random shits it will consist poems sometime big sometime small updates will be irregular as I have studies ENJOY!!! [#1 in SLEEPLESS]

A lot can happen in 3 years... Chelsea Birke gets into a relationship, but..it's not the safest after she pushed everyone away from her just to be with her boyfriend. Especially her beloved guy best friend, Zach. But when everything goes downhill, she remembers one thing. "I'll always be there for you."

He is known across campus as the untouchable one-top music student, and "as cold as Antarctica." What nobody knows is that he barely sleeps. Insomnia keeps him company every night, leaving him wandering empty corridors at 3 a.m., fingers aching for strings he's already played for hours. Music is the only thing that quiets his restless mind. While others admired him for his looks or reputation, Selene watched the way his shoulders relaxed when he played. The way his expression softened for half a second during a difficult passage. The way his music sounded less like performance and more like confession. She told herself she only wanted to be friends. That she was just curious. That she simply appreciated talent. But the truth was softer. And maybe love, like music, sounds best when two completely different melodies learn how to play in harmony.