Truthhurts Stories

" 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 " @itiscvpid

Perfect life. Perfect family. Everything is either near perfect or perfect. That fateful day... You woke up to a news that will lead your life to...disaster.

Dear Diary: Today was different... Read more to find out what was so different.

For those who couldn't find the words.

hood, crazy,truth

Spoken Word Poetry for you guys hope you like it enjoy reading😀

2 best friends meet 2 actors that have been their celebrity crushes for so long. Can a meet and greet turn into more? And what will other fans do when they don't get their way? Proud moments 🖤 🏅 #26 meetandgreet. 💘 🏅 #2 bfflad. 💘

"He didn't just break my heart he buried it under his lies, and smiled while I bled." I'm Q. This isn't a love story. This is a survival story. I gave everything to people who didn't deserve it. I was loyal to a best friend who betrayed me, and I loved a man who wore a mask of sweetness while hiding the filth of a hundred lies. He played with my heart, my body, my sister's name. He cheated, lied, ghosted, manipulated, and fantasized about the unthinkable. His sister watched me fall apart in silence. His friends laughed behind my back. I stayed quiet for too long. But not anymore. This is my truth ugly, unfiltered, and burning with every secret I was forced to carry. And if you've ever been used, lied to, or broken by someone who called it love This story is yours, too. Read it. Judge me. Hate me. But never say I didn't tell the truth. Because silence protects the wrong people.

There is so much more than what is seen by our eyes. How connected everything is, is perplexing. Especially when you can't stop feeling. Gorgi Aleihman is forgettable. He has never known the comfort of safety and the cold school hallways don't make it any easier. But what happens when a new variable is added to the equation? Katy Caribell is the perfect girl. With her straight A's and cheerleader captain status she is able to keep the school wrapped around her finger. But what's really behind her candy shell? James DaVicio is a druggie. You can always go to him to catch some in a pinch, for a high price of course. He was always there for a good time, or a distraction. Why is he always present, yet still absent? Xavier Richards is so kissable. His combination of brains and brawn catches the attention of every girl. And still he can't find the right one, because he doesn't realize he is looking for him in the wrong places. Tillie Tarver is a prude. She tries her best to avoid stares but behind her large glasses and unbrushed hair is someone anyone could fall for. But is her baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt there for comfort or protection?

A series of poems inspired by pain(for the most part) but not necessarily ending in it. However, these are not entirely uplifting so if that's what you came here for, sorry to disappoint.

A rogue family of werewolves do everything in their power to try and keep their daughter in the dark about who she really is. They even resorted to giving her wolfsbane to keep her from shifting, causing some severe adverse reactions. So what happens when everything they worked for goes down the drain when their daughter finds her mate? Do they kill him and lock her up or let them be and leave it to them to suffer the consequences that will inevitably come to pass? Daneel is a normal girl. At least, as normal as a girl can be when she is told that she is adopted. However, when she meets Devin, her hot werewolf mate who is the alpha of the Tikaani pack in Denver, the lie are revealed and the truth is uncovered in painful chips.

Magkaroon ng magandang kinabukasan ang isa sa mga pangarap ni Ali San Pedro pagkatapos niya magaral ng college. Pinangako niya na hinding hindi siya madidistract sa college lahat ay nakaplano na, pero nagulo ang planadong buhay ni Ali ng magtagpo ang landas nila ni Brylle Jueseff Mersedo. Like a cliché story Ali fall in love and she's confuse in choosing between her dreams for her family or staying beside her Love. A story of women that full of regrets..... And a women wants to live in a imagination than to face her reality.

Emily and Jack take it slow and start dating, building an unbreakable bond.

Writing prompt Emotions #19: think about a time in your life when you felt shame. Now write a character in a similar situation, trying to make it even more shameful.

"Failure of the World" This is not fiction. This is not sugar-coated. This is what happens when the world stops caring - when justice fails, when the system turns its back, and when the only light left is the one glowing through the windshield of a parked car at 3 A.M. A woman pushed to the edge. Four months of surviving in her car. No phone. No safety net. No mercy. Just streetlights, cold nights, and the same people who pretend not to see her. Cops who listen but don't hear. Strangers who say "God bless" and hand out eight dollars like it's salvation. Every word she spits burns through the silence - raw, unfiltered, real. She's not just fighting for survival. She's exposing the truth: A world that claims to care but doesn't. A system that's blind to its own crimes. A society that fails the broken, the honest, the brave - and still dares to call it "help." This is her voice. This is her story. This is the disgrace of a world that let her fall, then asked her to smile through it. Read her truth. Feel her fury. Understand what "failure" really means.

Have you ever experienced dating a lot of guys yet it seems to never work out? Then, you wonder what is wrong with you? Or probably they were not the one for you. You are getting older, time is running out, seeing your high school friends getting married, having their own family, gets you frustrated even more. Let us join the journey of Jane as she discovers what true love means or if ever she will finally have her own happily ever after.

This is a book of poems that I have written over the last 7 or 8 years. I am a 20 year old female that has been in and out of foster homes for the first 4 years of my life. I was taken by the DHS from my mom when I was 18 months old because she couldn't take care of me and was into a lot of different drugs. I was raped by my foster brother and some of his friends between the ages of 3 and 5. And many other things happened in the foster home that scarred me. So yes I have a lot of trauma, and you will be able to see it in my writings. Most of this book contains poems that I have written myself and then there are a couple more or less rants as a way to express myself as a writer. I find poetry very cathartic and therapeutic. I found out that I was good at poetry when I was only 6. But sadly most of those poems are lost. I really started saving and keeping track of my poems when I turned 12 because I was diagnosed with bipolar depression stage 1. That's when I realised that poetry wasn't just something I did or just a way to write. For me it was a part of me, it was a way to express myself when no one would listen. Even more than that it was a creative way to express the deep dark secrets that I had been hiding about my trauma and all the things that happened to me at a very young age. -Myra Hendrix

Zayan was born rich. Big houses, lots of help. He never had to ask for anything. Life was planned for him. But then he started having strange dreams. Faces he didn't know. Eyes that looked angry. A hungry feeling inside. And a voice that kept saying, "You took what wasn't yours." He didn't tell anyone. How could he? He didn't even know what it meant. He just felt like he didn't fit anymore. Like a shirt that was too small. So one morning, he just left. Not forever, just far away. He learned to hide. To sleep in small rooms with strangers. He used silence to protect himself. People thought he was like them - no name, no money, no family history. It was easier that way. Safer. But the truth doesn't stay hidden just because you don't talk about it. Zayan knew that some part of him would always be rich, no matter how he pretended. Sometimes, he helps people without them knowing. Money slipped under the door. A doctor's bill paid. A chance given with no name attached. He told himself it meant something. Then he met Meher. She was sharp and didn't care about his act. She didn't ask about his past. It was like she already knew it and didn't like how it ended. But Zayan stayed. With her, he didn't have to pretend. He was just himself. He felt seen. But secrets are heavy. The longer he kept his, the more he wondered: Who am I really? Am I just living another lie? And if he finally tells her the truth - his real name - will she leave? Poor Who? is about lives we borrow, quiet moments of truth, and a love that doesn't save you, but makes you want to save yourself.