histórias de Truthhurts

Practice discernment to know the truth behind the lies. Random thoughts to spark your creative imagination and speak your truth. It's good to know and say "no" to situations that make you feel less like a human.

Sabuong buhay ko, inakala ko perpekto na lahat sa akin. May masayang pamilya, maayos na estado, at palaging inuuna ang pangarap. But I guess, life isn't always perfect; because that's life, we can't escape obstacles in our life. Then I met Alistair, ang lalaking bumihag sa puso ko. Ang lalaking sinuportahan ako sa mga bagay na hinahangad ko. Noong mahalin ko siya, akala ko mas perpekto na ang buhay ko; nag mamahalan kami, tinatahak ko ang pangarap ko... pero sa isang iglap lang, tila nag laho ang lahat. There are things that sometimes, much better to hide. Pero paano kung ang bagay na iyon ay mumultuhin ka habang buhay? Even if unbelievable things can hurt you, it's much better to not imprisoned yourself all your life.

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.

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘮

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

Tired of the rating you're ships stories but wanted to do one then suddenly I definitely I'll something more comedic instead. (This is fanmade)

Just something I've been making since 6th grade and now I'm continuing it (｡･ω･｡)

Errors ahead! Not yet reviewed. Brielle Lu a half Filipino-Chinese had this nightmare she gets used to but her best friend Mica Macsworth, a half Korean-American who was always been with her was afraid that she might have trauma for what these dreams are. But, she shrugged everything off and continued her life as if she had never had those nightmares. Not until when the pieces were solved. There she understood what her nightmares were. It was suffocating her and making her fear it most.

"How can we not talk about family when family's all that we've got?" Family huh? Charlie is a regular teenager, or at least that's what she wants to be. Facing many problems on her life, from problems at school to troubles lurking in her family. Her school and social life is a mess, and her family are so caught up in their own problems to even support her. Having to live in an old rented flat with her criminal brother, her depressed mother, and her innocent younger brother, not knowing anything about her father, and having to be in control, life couldn't get any worse could it? Little did she know, one truth could. Who said knowing the truth would be easy?

Kageyama just wants love like everyone else. But, he just so happens to be dating someone while falling for someone else. He tries keeping one of them a secret, and they agree, but how long until they start yearning for a relationship in which everyone knows. Can Kageyama choose just one? Or will he have 2 men forever??

Queen's Wrath, King's Surrender is a sizzling, emotionally charged tale of power, passion, and retribution within the royal bedchamber. Set in a dimly lit chamber drenched in candlelight and velvet shadows, this sensual narrative explores the fierce dynamic between a Queen scorned and the King who dared let his gaze stray. With every deliberate movement, the Queen asserts her dominance-not just over his body, but his soul-demanding devotion, extracting penance, and wielding desire like a weapon. It's a story where lust and authority collide, and surrender becomes the ultimate act of loyalty.

It all started 10 years ago...

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What really happens in the end....

BIG TW ⚠ A girl who is maturing. She is realizing who everyone is around her including her family and "friends". She starts facing the challenges of being a teenager. She worries that this is always how she's going to feel. But later on she finds a coping method. She gets glued to it until it's all she thinks about. Everyone begging her to stop but she's stuck in a cycle.

This a collection of poems I have written. I suppose if I'm going to write someone might as well read it.

[Short Story] [Book 2 of The Epistolary Series] "You leave when I still hope. Thank you." In which Im Hera going through a big change in just a month. Start: 7 November 2021 End: 18 August 2022

Just a collection of my poetry and short stories.

The truth behind depression.

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.