su·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover by: -polaroids- Other # 23 / Teen Fiction # 107
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
a small children's story about penguins that change the way that the North Pole sees sports
Humans are extremely good at masking their emotions. Not so much controlling them. This is a story about a boy who can smash through the mask of people's emotions and see what they're really feeling. He can control them and make people bend to his will. But there is one person he cannot control. And he'd give any...
Andriana Becco is simply a sixteen year old girl with divorced parents that happened to hate each other on account of a lie her grandparents told her mom about her dad. It had been fifteen years and four months since Andy's parents had split up. Even though they didn't talk to one another, she was still able to see t...
The Silent Girl: quiet, abused, and suicidal The Boy Who Hears Things That Aren't There: lovesick, schizophrenic, and suicidal The Girl With the Weird Paintings: artist, anorexic, and suicidal The Last Person You'd Ever Expect: Footballer, gay, and suicidal ✖️✖️✖️ "We were essentially the breakfast club only we all wa...
These poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me that life was gonna change drastically, I wouldn't have believed you...
Just some posts and quotes people with social anxiety will be able to relate to. Also for people who don't have social anxiety so you can know what it truly is, or at least what people with this disorder go through. Cover by: fracture
It wasn't fate, it was me. It was my decision to do it. No one will ever understand why I did what I did, but I do. That's all that matters to me This time it wasn't out of pity for myself and my shitty life. It was out of pure sorrow. The loss of a loved one is more then painful. It rips all the life right out of you...