Voicesinmyhead Stories

The first collection of my inner voices throughout my daily life. *** This poetry is only official on Wattpad. Please report immediately if you see this poetry on another platform that does not credit the original writer.

What if Technoblade was driving insane by the voices? What if he gave into their cry's for blood? What if he would do anything to shut them up? What if... TW: Murder, death, gothichorror, angst, suicide, mention of blood, implication of gore, sacrifice, no happy ending

Stiles' nightmares continue and soon he becomes the thing he fears. Want to find out what happens then read on. I hope you enjoy and happy reading. :) *I don't own teen wolf or the characters and all credit goes to their respective owners like Jeff Davis the creator of teen wolf. I also don't own any of the gifs or images I use I get them all from google searching. There will also be a character I make up that I do own. Now I'll let you continue, and I hope you enjoy. Happy reading :) ;) *

It's a flash fictional tale of two best buddies Saanvi and Pari. An instict changed everything up and down.

How do you ask questions you're not supposed to? Is there a right way to do that? Ask questions that stir up stories that shouldn't be told. Why do we have to need to ask about things we don't understand? Why secrets exist? To hide someone's sick need to hide things? To explain events we can't understand? Or maybe we don't want to, maybe we like living with secrets that will eventually tear us apart.kl We live in a world built by people who do bad things, but it's not that they do bad things, they do bad things in a bad way, and we are paying that price.

We all walk through life with skills, experience and opinions but it seems like in this time and age that's all humans do. We acquire skills, gain experience and just have a lot to say but never doing enough if only we can process all our thoughts, doings and voice and use it for a greater good we will be able to impact everyone we meet in a positive way. this is a combination of short to long poetry. looking into society and seeing what it has become. My feelings in words..

A short about the voices in your head

(This work is from 2014 and has not been reviewed or revised since then. I will most likely take some time out to edit and continue this eventually, but until then, please make due.) Alice Rootare is confused as to why she's being put into the Churchland Asylum, but doesn't protest. When she gets there, she gets a foul taste of the bad treatment. She doesn't talk much. Not since her legs gave. Can fellow patients help the outside world realize that the crazy ones aren't them?

I have voices in my head but their is one particular voice that is telling me to kill my girlfriend

by Erich Mae

"Yes, My Life is Like a Box!" is a raw, emotional dive into the feeling of being trapped within walls that suffocate the soul. It speaks of silence turning into screams, pain shaping into monsters, and voices that haunt until they are shattered. This poem is not just words-it's a reflection of battles fought in the dark, of emotions locked away until they explode. If you've ever felt caged, unheard, or broken, this piece will echo the storm inside you.

Have you ever allowed your mind to go astray. Allowed those thoughts to cloud the clear truth. After losing the war with your critical inner voice, have you mistakenly walked away from the one you truly love? Art by ことコト https://pixiv.netu/366788

Poetry

"I can count her ribs. They stick out, protruding as I see her touch them when I walk past her open door." {{ One Shot }}

I just feel like writing something right now A weird collection of thoughts and ideas I have whenever I'm alone. My thoughts and ideas are surprisingly difficult to put into words, so I apologize if the writing is a bit weak.

While I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."

These voices will never stop speaking in my head and sometimes I have write it down for it to cool down just for few hours, minutes or maybe seconds. # Thank you for stopping by guys, just for your fun information some of these are written wayyyy back during high school and college days. And many apologies in advance for my broken english for I am still learning to write grammatically correct. # Last but not least, I hope you like what I have written and please do correct me if there's any mistakes in my grammar or etc.

Soot never liked clan life. From the day he was born his own mother shunned him, claiming his split pelt was a sign of evil. He was raised by a kind queen, taken in as one of her own. But as Soot grows up something is... off, about him. Soot starts hearing voices, guiding him on his every decision. The voices aren't telling him to do good things for his clan, but why should he protect them? The clan hated him for having a split pelt, so he decided he'd hate them too. After some shenanigans Soot is exiled from the clan, living as a rouge the voices get worse. He needs to take revenge on his clan, and his family. Will Soot succeed in his evil plans, and become one of the most hated cats in his clan's history, or, will he realize what he's done and decide against the voices?

Ty is a eighteen year old college attendee who suffers from schizophrenia and overwhelming family. He grew up in a perfect town, and goes to a perfect school. The only thing though, was to get away from his overwhelming family, he moved into the next town over, which just happens to be unfriendly as hell. He also has a roommate. A very....nice roommate. (Oh, and a voice in his head named Crowe.)