Realtable Stories

A girl in her 2nd year of high school has been locked away all summer in the hospital after an attempt this is her new "fresh" start at a new "fresh" school! How will she do?

Look I'm not anything special. I've never thought I was. I mean if I'm different its not in a good way. I guess the point of writing this is to be able to show what I think without showing my face. Or maybe its to show people their not alone. Hell maybe the point of writing this is because I'm a triggered fiminist that needs the attention. I don't know, but what I do know is that it felt good to write this. It felt good to show people what's going on. It felt good to share true stories to people who might give a shit. It felt good to know that by writing this I could help someone. I could help the girl that's in her dark room not wanting to talk to anyone ever again. Not wanting to eat ever agian. It feels good to know im showing that little girl that she doesn't have to put up with peoples shit. She can be who she is and everything will end up fine. It felt good to know I was helping the old me.

Nira calls her best friend Aisha her "mirror" the one who reflects the best in her, listens without judgment, and makes her feel enough in a world that constantly puts her down. But while Nira sees Aisha's smile, she misses the tears hiding behind it. Because Aisha keeps her pain locked away, afraid no one not even Nira will truly understand. One friendship. Two untold truths. And a question that could change everything: Will Nira ever see the hurt in her best friend's eyes? ✨ A short, heartfelt teenage story about friendship, secrets, and the things we don't say. ✨ Enjoy🫶

Is life really supposed to be this way?

Toxic love

I get in the garden and became a murderer. Then i and my bffs went to Amsterdam.

Idk I like to write when I feel sad everything feels more raw :)

Hey, Wis. I really miss you. I can say a thousand times sorry, but it doesn't change what I did. Please give me another chance. ... Hello? Wis, please don't block me out! I made a mistake! ... Who the hell is this??? Oh, crap! Wrong number! [FIRST RANKING: 876 in Short Story HIGHEST RANKING: 737 in Short Story!]

My name's Devon, and I don't really know how to say this... But I almost ended everything. One bridge. One night. One decision. That's where my story starts and maybe where it should've ended. But life had other plans. They say time heals everything. But what if time's the thing that's killing me? I'm seventeen. Black. Broke. And tired. Tired of hurting, tired of pretending, tired of chasing a future that feels so far away. Mama's gone. Pops is just... existing. Nana's holding it all together while raising my little sister-and me? I'm somewhere between who I used to be and who I'm trying to become. Some days I feel everything. Other days? Nothing at all. I'm just trying to hold it together long enough to figure out if this life is even worth the weight. This ain't no fairy tale. This is grief, survival, and the kind of pain you can't post about. It's soccer dreams, cracked faith, and praying God still sees me when I can barely see myself. This isn't about being saved. It's about staying alive long enough to save yourself. If you've ever felt lost... tired... invisible... This one's for you. This is my story. This is me-before I let go.

"You don't get to walk away from me that easily." Jace's voice is low, teasing. Shayla can feel the tension between them-it's more than just chemistry. Shayla thought the villa would be a peaceful escape. But when Jace-the charming, unpredictable guy with a smile that could melt anyone's defenses-walks in, everything changes. "I didn't come here for a distraction, Jace," Shayla says, trying to play it cool. But the way his gaze lingers makes her second-guess every word. "Well, maybe I'm just the distraction you need." His grin is sly, but there's something deeper hidden in those eyes. As Shayla gets caught up in the chaos of the villa, it's not just about figuring out who she likes-it's about surviving the mess of love, secrets, and betrayal. With Jace pulling her in one moment and pushing her away the next, Shayla starts to wonder if the drama is worth it... or if she's just another pawn in his game. But then there's Luke-the guy who seems to understand her more than anyone else. His intensity sparks something in her she can't ignore, making things even more complicated. In a villa filled with too many secrets, heart-stopping kisses, and more drama than she could ever have imagined, Shayla has to decide if she can trust Jace, or if he's just playing with her heart. Will she give in to the sparks? Will Jace break her heart-or will he claim it for himself? And who will leave the villa with more than just memories? Welcome to the Villa Diaries. Love, betrayal, and chaos have never been this unpredictable. So grab your popcorn. The cameras are rolling, the tea is hot, and the villa is about to BLOW. > Disclaimer: This story is a fictionalized drama inspired by real-life experiences and the vibe of reality shows like Love Island. All characters and events are original and fictional at the same time. Not affiliated with or endorsed by the actual Love Island series-just vibing off the aesthetic.

Tyler the nerdest yet hottest boy in school; Rose the good girl. Will they fall in love? Will she find out his biggest secret? Will they make it or break it?

Read if you're looking for a good time ;)

human beans how do we fit in a social catorgery and be productive ,how our minds work and how we learn to focus on life"s achievements and feelings how we process space and how an indidvidual thinks

Maybe you can realize that 2

6 years worth of thoughts, feelings and struggles I navigated through the art of writing. It takes you through not only a whirlwind of emotions but gives you a glimpse of a few challenges I faced as well as an insight on how my brain works.

This is all about my feelings and thoughts about specific topics in my life or in the world. Some may say this is a form of poetry, call it as you wish but make sure you listen well. Because you might miss something as important as the letters that form the words of my thoughts.

weekend write in. Prompt Nov 21 shake. The Untold story of the fourth richest man in the UK. Its not looking good.

"I wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."