Sleepless Stories

Maybe in another world we could be together. Maybe in another world I would be truly fine. Maybe in another world there is real peace. Maybe in another world my mind is quiet. Maybe in another world you can be here. Maybe in another world life goes better. Maybe in another world they will care. Maybe in another world I am strong. Maybe in another world I won't die. Maybe in another world I survive. Maybe in another world I live..... ...just maybe. My last wish, while falling. ⚠️ TW: su¡cide, selfhärm, self blame, bulling, voices, death, blood Please, if you do selfhärm or think about k¡lling yourself, you probably shouldn't read this story. But please, listen to me just for one more second. Even if you think nobody is caring about you, I tell you, there is. There are people who'll cry about the loss of you, there are people who'll never be able to move on, and there are people who'll blame themselves for not being able to help you. So please talk to someone, sometimes it's just a stranger, a call emergency services or helplines. Please don't hurt yourself in any way. Just take a deep breath and then do one small step, the first one is the hardest. But always remember, you have the control, it's your decision what you choose to show, and when. You decide how fast the things will go on. Take care and stay safe! Sometimes we don't see it, but no one is alone. You're important and you're strong! You and your feelings matter, always! 🫂 Don't like it, don't force yourself reading it. 🔔 Updates: Monday, Wednesday and Saturday ✨️ Best Rankings (05/10/2026): #1 voices of 4.48k #96 sad of 349k #74 hurt of 93.7k #11 triggerwarning of 17.3k Started writing: 04/21/2026 Finished writing: ??? Publishing started: 04/27/2026 Updates completed: ???

The mystery will be solved by John and his friends! Or is it?

Katsuki and Izuku can't sleep and finally find a solution together. Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine! Only the idea comes from my own imagination.

"Every day I question weather or not it was worth it, letting him do what he did. It should have been me that was dead. He was always happier, more loved, more pleasant, if you would, then I was." The world as 18 year old Clarity knows it is crumbling around her. She made bad choices, lost important people in her life, saw the death of her brother and lost who she was in drugs and alcohol. In the last 3 months, she has taken a dive into the unforgiving pits of depression. Lonely, confused and angry, her emotions compile inside of her, until she meets Dylan, Jenna, Toby, Allyson and Mac. How can this group of outcasts- like her- hold each other together?

told by the Undertaker

Do shadows really creep at night to chase the living, or do they live in our minds to torment us while we are defenseless and with open doors to madness? Hallucinations or reality, our eyes can lie and is up to us to believe in our nightmares to take cover from the surrounding darkness.

What happens when two strangers that remain restless in the middle of the night are just separed by the street down their third floors? What secrets does the figure behind the window lighted courtains hides? What if beyond the buzzing of the city, she owns chaos even bigger?

So this is a poem I wrote on my phone during a sleepless night. We all have those dark moments. Those melancholic moments. So, I took the emotions and anxieties and depression I was feeling and the words I was saying to myself and wrote them down; they kind of took shape into this poem...pretty cool, that's never happened before. Figured I'd use the feelings. I don't usually do poetry (which is why this is a singular thing) because - I'll be honest - I don't really understand it; but hey, these feelings made for a pretty compelling (if a bit intense) poem.

Basically a bunch of poems that I've written and have fallen in love with.

This is a book of a couple of poems in which I had written my feelings as being a Teenage Girl-Growing Through Depression, Anxiety, Loneliness... #gloomy #sad #depression #poem ∆Read ∆Vote ∆Review ∆Follow

NEW ONESHOT STORY 2/21/2020!!! An anomalous tale of an ordinary, sleep-hungry man being plagued by what he thought was his curse, but turned out to be his key to escape from the shackles that truly bound him. During a frigid, remorseless early morning of winter, he experiences an unwonted and unforeseen encounter that changes his world and his view of it altogether. Read on to witness how he transforms his handicap into a handy cup of coffee to flavor the blandness of mundane normality. Teaser: The coldness of the gales licked at him from every angle. The would-be thieves of all the heat in his body. He shivered, and he swore that he heard the ice demons cackle in delight. The rushing winds whipped at him as they enveloped his sweater in paralytic frost, eliciting another curse directed to the heavens above. By the time he reached his destination, he was half-frozen and half-damned for all the blasphemes he had unleashed. The coffee shop was a welcome change from the unending cruelty of the winter dawn. The hungering scent of brewed coffee hugged every wall and molecule of the restaurant. Relaxingly elegant orange lights painted every surface, giving it a warm and welcoming atmosphere, perfect for such a tumultuous night. "T-this must b-be h-heaven!" Even his thoughts were shuddering. Too preoccupied with his temperature problem, he failed to notice a person in front of him, unaware of the disaster that the human icicle will bring.

These steps will make sure you are as comfortable as possible!

dont wait for anyone to be around you..because your shadow also leaves you when u walk alone in darkness..