Innerbattle Stories

____There may need to be a possible trigger warning for this piece ____ Mirrors aren't the mere reflections of our own self. They portray images that we may see, others...

She thought she can handle the pain inside her She thought it was just a mere illusion of loneliness Until time make her realize, her reality is not worthy anymore.

Broken Arms (unORDINARY x OFA! Male reader). Will have inappropriate language and references. All rights reserved to Me @Hmoraisfilipe and of course UrU Chan. Read start...

【My words are whispers in the wind Loud enough to be heard, Yet faint enough to be ignored.】 **** Whispers in the Wind―Collection of poems from 'A Cluster of Feeli...

It has been months since I have new friends. No, they are not ghosts. Nor are they apparitions. Rather, they are voices. The one that would exist in the mind of a schizo...

Isla Ajare Story

Poems and random mind rants about depression and anxiety.

Two years. Two years has pasted for Hydroik. His life was finally turning out alright. Until his family had to visit. With no idea how to react Hydroik decided to give h...

Aura is a girl but not just any girl. A Hockey Girl. She's tough, Feisty, wild and Mysterious but when it comes to her close friends she's sweet, kind and goofy. But s...

just some one-shots regarding my actual story.

Everyone has their own weakness. It is part of being human and being vulnerable is what makes us stronger in the end. Remember, life is full of ups and downs. And there...

A collection of poems

A simple poem to those who fight for their inner freedom.

A selection of short, quick poetry that I write daily and will be uploading frequently!

This is a quick short story which a deeper twist to a basic plot. These angels have come down to Earth and mutated to join humans in there immoral ways. One fateful will...

What happens when a girl from a third world African country goes to Canada for the first time? Read on.. This book is about the adventures of an Ambivert (definition in...

My heart speaks My hands type My mind races My words strike. Raita_san Instead of stealing others' works, let your soul speak and steal our hearts. Raita_san Cover by: me

Scarred

"I used to feel everything. I used to feel the breeze in my hair, her touch on my skin, the hold she had on me, my own heartbeat. Then she left me. Now all I feel i...