Voices Stories

In the hidden world of Mist Forest , where mist never lifts... A village named " Eldermist " lives in ritual, light, and ancient songs. Every sunrise is blessed. Every night is protected. They believed the gods had chosen one guardian. Yeonjun. The one who hears whispers no one else can hear. The one who dreams in symbols carved by unseen hands. For years, life was peaceful. Sacred fires. Laughter. Festivals under silver fog. ...Until the night he saw "someone" standing between the trees. While the village celebrates... The forest is watching. While the rituals continue... Something is learning their names. And when the chosen one finally understands the voices of the gods... He must decide - Protect the village... Or follow the voice calling him deeper into the mist. Because in Eldermist Forest... Not every spirit wants to be worshipped. Some want to be remembered. Some... wants to be free. ---

George Davidson used to have a relatively normal childhood- except for his father. One day George witnessed something that traumatized him for life. He might not realize it but it will affect him more than he thinks sooner or later. Soon he won't be able to bear it anymore and he goes crazy. Will he be able to get over it? Probably not. But a certain blonde doesn't quite help him get over everything. (Please don't hate. This is my first work and not finished yet. Have fun reading :) ) -

Some marriages begin with celebrations. Mine began with silence, fear, numbness and unanswered calls. I am Raveesh. This is not a love story the way people like to hear it. It is the story of a marriage that happened in silence, fear, manipulation, and numbness - a marriage my family was not present for yet paid the heaviest price for. Told from where I stand today, in December 2025, this is my truth - of love that blurred judgment, of obedience mistaken for sacrifice, of faith questioned, of a woman who walked out of her home thinking she was choosing marriage, only to realize much later what she had actually lost. This story is not about villains or heroes. It is about how easily a life can change when fear speaks louder than intuition, and how some doors, once closed, take years to even knock on again. This is the marriage my family didn't attend - but lived with the consequences of, every single day.

He has never been in love. Yet every night, thousands of people trust him with their heartbreak. As the voice behind a late-night radio show, he listens to confessions whispered in the dark-stories of loss, regret, and forgiveness. He understands pain well enough to guide others through it. Well enough to sound like someone who's lived it. When a caller begins asking questions he isn't prepared to answer, the carefully crafted story he tells on air starts to take on a life of its own. And as listeners grow attached to a love that never existed, he's forced to confront how long borrowed voices can hold up a borrowed truth. Because some stories heal. And some refuse to stay under control.

Technoblade had accepted what his lonely fate was to be. A warrior who sought out struggle and conflict where he could, a man of war and blood. No other path offered peace from the voices in his head that demanded blood wherever he was, whoever he met. He hadn't expected them to actually like someone. The first person in his life to stretch out a hand of peace and care, to look him in the face and smile in friendship. The first person Technoblade swore he'd protect, whatever the cost. Philza Minecraft had lived a life apart from most people for as long as he could remember. His years of life extended centuries beyond his own memories and in all that time, he'd kept himself at a distance from everyone else. Until he met a hybrid with a spirit and strength as fiery as he had ever experienced. And so Philza made his own promise. To let himself become attached. To give help and compassion to someone who was clearly starved of affection. And to build a friendship mightier than all the enemies they faced together. They promised they'd give each other the world.

Luke Mason is your typical 18 year old guy, but one night will change him for the better or for the worse. Voices entrap his mind and start to control him. How will he break free from the death grip these whispers have on him? Or will he be able to break free at all?

This story is about a girl who is studying in a medical faculty and having a mental trauma with her Huge Accident..

Random stuff

Technoblade does not think that having matching hair is a reason to be reborn as someone's sibling.

the five stages of madness, love, and heartbreak

This is Au about what if. For example...Tommy joined las Nevadas, since everyone left him or gave up on him. Since, everyone around him have been betraying him, or been trying to kill him. Even though Tommy didn't mean to cause harm or try to get kill. But, there is a plot twist, but there is few others that will join Tommy... So, Tommy is a lonely person, reasons was because of dream and seeing his family betray him or his friends breaking his trust. Tommy hated them and wanted to be away from them, so he found quackity and wanted to stay with him and get away from the people that broke his trust. Especially if he meets or befriends new people that he trust now. (Tommy is an raccoon not a demon or creeper this time.)

I am Death. I know who you are... There is darkness and madness in each of us. We must do battle with our own demons. But... What if those demons opened the door in the back of your mind and stepped out. What if they became real? If the night, the shadows, the reflections and Death himself walked among us? And what if they were watching you? Waiting? Thirsting...? Dark Places. Thirteen stories. Thirteen poems. Thirteen doorways. - Praise for Dark Places: "He paints a surreal picture that sucks you into the terror." "Wow. Brilliantly written!"

I recommend reading the whole thing because it doesn't fully come together until recent chapters _____________________________________ "You were the best thing that's happened to me" Love is fake. Jungkook jumped. " I'll only ever love you... Jungkook." Even if your just a voice in my head. Even if you were a monster. Even if you are a monster. ____________________________________ In which Taehyung hears a voice in his head that tells him to do terrible things... Jungkook is that voice. _____________________________________ •I recommend to switch to black background while reading 🖤 •Triggers: Self Harm, Murders 🚨 •HR #1 in voices

This is my collection of proses and poetries whose theme is men's innate imperfections. This includes the same thing as results of men's inability to stay upright and good emotionally and physically. (Everything that's in this collection is an original composition of the poet. Please exercise communications to the writer/author/poet before using any of his established works. Thanks.)

Kieran has been a patient in Saint Dymphna's Center for Troubled Youth ever since tragedy struck him when he was a child. Finally turning 18, he gets introduced to the system, and might have a slight chance to be cured and sent away from the asylum. What happens when things don't exactly go as planned? And will the utterly detestable new boy prove to not be so utterly detestable, or will they both favour silence? ➰➰➰ Ollie was sat on a stool, surrounded by the tiny piano, and the rusty flutes, gently prying at the strings of a lyre. A fucking lyre. Who on earth plays a lyre anymore? "It's Apollo." "What is?" "My name. My name is Apollo." Kieran deadpanned. "Apollo. As in the Greek god." "I believe so." "Master of the lyre." "Indeed." "Is this a joke?" Apollo grinned, the first time Kieran had seen anything other than his usual dazed expression. "I am rather terrible at jokes, if you'll forgive me." "Brilliant."

Nature is art. Nature is poetry. A collection of Proses and Poetries. A suite of colorful lines that depict the powers and charismatic world of nature. (Everything that's in this collection is an original composition of the poet. Please exercise communications to the writer/author/poet before using any of his established works. Thanks.)

Hey guys ,, get ready fast ... Shut all the doors and windows , lights off , blanket on and last but not the least some creepy music and snacks.... Did I forget anything. Na nope I don't think so.. Ok some clarification.... The stories are not mine I found them on google and wanted to share some creepy ~~ness here I may have some grammatical mistakes so correct me if you find any.. So anything more .. ummm?? Ok don't think so Let's board our train all the Braves...

She's here, she's always been here, she'll never leave. She lives in me. She takes my name, and my life, and she is me. She is my voices.