Seclusion Stories

When the sociopath is trapped inside an international cell, he is frustrated and angry as he is trapped inside his own mind. He needs to face his own reality!

Leonie is dead, but she isn't gone yet... ___ There are two beginnings to this story. With one comes the promise of dust and ashes, of flickering flames and tendrils of smoke reaching up to the heavens. The other brings with it an ordinary sidewalk and two ordinary girls, playing in the sun and bonding over beetles. These two tales are connected, a string of manipulations and choices that lead to one girl trapped behind a glass window as fire licks at her feet and another girl hidden away in her own churning, broken mind. It leads to betrayals. It leads to bonds so strong they'll never break. And Death. Everything leads to Death in the end... ___ When thirteen-year-old Maia Owens retreats to her room, refusing to speak with anyone but her best friend, Leonie, there's certainly cause for concern. But when you add in the fact that fact that Leonie is dead - and has been for two weeks - it sparks something terrifying. Maia's parents are convinced that Leonie is a hallucination conjured by grief. Maia is equally sure that Leonie has come back from the grave to give her a second chance. But why would she need that chance? And what really happened the day of the fire that took Leonie's life? As the weeks pass and Leonie doesn't go away, Maia becomes certain that Leonie wants something from her, and she's desperate to deliver. But reality is not always what it seems, and as facts and falsehoods begin to blur, the truth becomes harder and harder to grasp. Time is ticking. Maia is losing herself. And one among them can't accept that it's too late to change the past. Cover credits go to @DaneAndKnight and @TheMythicalCommunity ** updated once a week

It's time to take a breath. Don't rush. Find yourself a secluded spot and enjoy a moment for yourself. All of us take something for granted--it seems to be in our nature. But we deserve more and we should be proactive in our own healing. With this collection of poetry in the beautiful Japanese style--called Haiku, find inspiration, understanding, sweet solitude and peace, as you let your mind recover. Get back to nature with these wonderful 5, 7, 5 ruled poems. Connect, create and cherish, as these small bitesize emotive words evoke the inner romantic in all of us.

The death of a poet. A limbo to be seen. This is nothing more than my core. For your very eyes to see.

Small poems from an eager soul

Raiden isn't the luckiest kid in the world. His mother wishes that she hadn't adopted him, his bullies beat him down at school, and he's a total insomniac. Even worse, his only friends were the stuff of nightmares. Dark creatures have haunted Rai ever since he was a child. They started coming in his dreams, tormenting him until he finally decided to stay up at night. All this did was drag them out of the darkest parts of his mind and into his reality. Now, years later, Raiden is going into high school, stepping up from Hell into Satan's own bedroom. With his nerves escalating along with the creatures' courage, there's no telling what will happen. Raiden hopes that this new beginning will lead him to something that will help him learn about his supposed curse. But, not everything that you wish for is what you expect. Warning: Explicit Language

Seclusion. It is the state of being private and away from other people. It's a word that Lan Sizhui hates. ______________________________________ This is a MDZS post-canon fanfic. It will only have one chapter. Also, I recommend listening to the playlist called "Seclusion with Lan Xichen" by Brbnera on YouTube while reading! I listened to it while writing it! link: https://youtu.be/DS1z_Y-9kJU This is also on AO3 as well!

Resonance of Being: A Journey Within" Gently..... I tried to arise to seek my true-self... Entwined in the shackles of conventional echoes of 'shoulds' and 'musts'... Withheld by norms of rights and wrongs.... Pulled back by protocols of this isn't and that is nots.. In the depths of silence, tried to paint screams on the canvas of solitude, before they could echo....messed by the brush of judgments.... An introverted soul yearned to break the silence, yet each attempt to vocalize trampled by the weight of judgments and societal scrutiny. Amidst the labyrinth of conflicts, anxiety, and depression, the flames of inner turmoil blazed higher fueling self-doubt and low esteem. Though continued to stifled within the stigmas of 'good for nothing,' 'clogged head' and what nots ..... Yet the journey to speak out became a silent battle against the echoes of "so called societal contractors".... Bled in silence, proud to own scars...Impalpable in self discovery..... I rose to.... ...BEING ME ONLY...

How can monsters be good when they're called monsters? How can they have souls when they are nicknamed The Soulless? How can Jason, a mentally unstable sociopath, fall in love with something that murdered his family? Artwork by: Lara Ellis

I was out of breath. Well, at the end it was right for one, who his whole life, did nothing but run...

It's kinda stupid. But I like it.

Faron, an art school dropout, lives his life with a shadow looming over him. After his parents lost their lives in a car crash two years ago, he has lived a life of self seclusion in his parent's cabin in Emerald Lake State Park, Tennessee. He leaves his house as little as possible, often only to drive into town to check his mail. Faron, consumed by the past, finds himself only breathing by the sheer will to live. With only the vast woods to keep him company, he has no relatives, no friends, and above all else, he can't seem to find the joy in life he once held so dearly. The only constant human interaction he has is with a cheery man who delivers his groceries, and with the memories of his once happy life haunting his dreams, Faron can't seem to escape his imprisonment. However, his time spent alone in his cabin is coming to an end. With a strange energy in the air, a creature as old as time is born onto the earthly realm, bringing with it the pursuit of an evil just as old and ten times hungrier. With his life flipped over on its head, Faron has no choice but to adapt. The question is, will he survive, or will the darkness consume everything in its path.

I am many things, mostly, the bittersweet of being kindhearted. I keep wrestling with my twin over why I'm truly here, how I seemed fit for servitude in the gray of black and white. There's a machine world expectant of humanity's void and these invisible wars? Why do they start? Can we even escape them? We fight paths predestined for us only to come undone in woods with beastly creatures. "Let's run!" She said but I tarried, to her ghastly demise. Like I said, I am many things for the redress of all my misgivings but worst of all, I am enlisted.

A short story compiled of diary entries. Amazing what you can do with time, imagination and a manically distorted mind, isn't it? Or, perhaps that is simply what I am telling you because I know you won't believe me if I tell you that I found these notes in the storage shed of my old holiday home.

A collection of bruised poems by a teenager describing her thoughts on love and misery and endless altercations between the mindd and hearts Cover Credits -Angshika

The Visaar is a secret institution near the U.S.-Canada border where people come from around the world to study the art of magic (yes, legit magic). In 1720, a stubborn, headstrong teenager named Hannah Rothschild runs away from her Puritan home in search of adventure. A girl with red hair comes to her through a purple portal and tells her she is the first of the four Cosmic Strings and is given a perfume bottle to control time. This spirals a search by the Visaar to find the other three Cosmic Strings. In 2019, a chill, carefree teenager named Demi Swann attends the Visaar as per her family tradition. She isn't interested in magic until she discovers a bottle of perfume and sprays it. From the mist, she sees a purple circle, and inside the circle a girl whom she was told was the first of the four Cosmic Strings. The two girls' stories both parallel and interconnect with each other. Each chapter is labeled with the name of the girl narrating it, so you can either alternate between the girls' stories or read one and then the other.

"The rare I dare to ask, was she ?" She slowly drifted into depression. Sad to say, one night proved her life. For she killed herself. And her face, I was never again to see.

Mary had a little friend... she followed her to school one day... Mary had a little friend and she wasn't very nice.