Skitzophrenia Cerita

My first serious story in here don't hate please 🐲

It was like we were playing a sick game of chess, trying to guess each others movement's and at the same time, worrying about our own. I didn't have a choice and was for...

"raja el barak apa acha ini gila ?" "acha ko ngomongnya gitu" "iya, temen-temen sekolah acha pada ngeledekin acha, kalo acha ini gila" &quo...

Vesper Alexandra hasn't had a "teenage dream" kind of life. He brutally murdered is younger sister due the the voices in his head. He is schizophrenic, his par...

Every child faces the "battle of imagination". Fear of what's real and what's frightening, like the boogie man. Though Esther seems to be failing this battle e...

"It will all be over, Izaya. The fear, us, your love for Heiwajima Shizuo, it will all be gone. These stupid emotions would not exist anymore. You'd be free, Izaya...

Sötét, az orrodig sem látsz. Rázkódás, ide-oda hányódik a tested. Benzin, a szag amitől felfordul a gyomrod. Kötél, ami szorosan fogja a csuklód. Eközben csak egy dolog...

Talutah is a little strange, but the only one who cares about me. Unlike my mother who takes out all of her drunken rage on me. Like me, Talutah had enough of her. Unlik...

There is a palpable sense of struggle and inner turmoil conveyed through the narrator's dialogue and private reflections. The unseen "companion" seems determi...

Dealing with family issues and mental disorders, Leila is telling everything about her. Inside her mind are demons and disruptive plans. She experiences hallucinations...

Keeping a journal for English class over quarantine. might have some fucked up shit in here, like post-traumatic stress and anxiety/depression and bipolar disorder (diag...

“Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her...

Anxiety-related short story.

story completely my own characters and setting. A young girl wakes up in a strange world, nothing making sense, nothing is safe. She encounters strangers along the way...

My story of insanity, enlightenment and the fine line between

Vincent, he was happy for once. Painting, drawing, being who he wanted to be. Everything was normal, until she wrote in his notebook. Ferryn, it was just another summer...

another original creepypasta by your friendly neighborhood trash can.

Have you ever done drugs? So badly you enter the drug world? Here's to a true story about what that leads to...

Sporadic poems that I find(or write) that I like. Please enjoy! Feel free to comment if there's anything you'd like to tell me about my writing this far. :)