Lil Short Story About My OCs!! I Don't Know What I'm Doing

Some commissioned articles

Psst did you find the word BAAers yet 👀 I have a feeling you might enjoy those lol

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oh no ! my hand slipped ! mb guys

If you tell fictionfolk to stop complaining about how fandom portrays them i'm legally entitled to throw rocks at your head at devastating speeds.

reclusive child with elaborate imagination and maladaptive daydreaming to plural teenager who doesn’t identify with thier own body anymore pipeline is unfortunatelg real

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The night falls, and the man lays down to rest. After he falls asleep, something within his body awakens. Something ancient, something strange. Something more like a fungus than a man. It craves the ability to live as his host does, walking about and talking, running, dancing, fighting. However, it has no muscle memory of doing so. It pulls at the man’s body, jerking his limbs until he is eventually on his feet, eyes rolled back, staring blankly ahead. With great effort, the entity pilots the man to walk, one step at a time. Upon reaching the door, the entity struggles to understand the concept of a doorknob. It contorts the man’s arm to smack against it several times, caressing it strangely, before eventually managing to grasp it and open the door. Faced with a new world and full of excitement, the ancient being calls out in excitement, but the man’s mouth only mumbles nonsense. With great effort, it begins to pilot the body down the hall. Suddenly, a voice is heard. “Paul? Paul? What are you doing up, dear?” The entity scrambles for a reply, but can only manage to make the lips form the words “a green camel for the winds.” in reply. A light clicks on, and the man awakes, banishing the entity once more. He stands and blinks, wondering how he got here. “Are you sleepwalking, dear?” He scratches his beard for a moment before replying, “I must have been. Don’t worry love, I’m coming back to bed.” And so, having been caught, the entity rests. Lying in wait for another night, another chance to live like the living.

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"Untold riches if answered correctly, endless suffering if wrong," said the Sphinx.

"I accept. Ask your question, beast." "Why does an object fall when dropped?" it asked.

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Today in therapy I learned the term double bookkeeping and everything makes much more sense now

“Double bookkeeping is a term introduced by Eugen Bleuler to describe a fundamental feature of schizophrenia where psychotic reality can exist side by side with shared reality even when these realities seem mutually exclusive.”

This is why I can know I’m schizophrenic and still believe my delusions. My psychosis is its own separate reality where everything is possible. Logic doesn’t apply there, I’m unreal, my reality is unreal so unreal things can happen. I know it’s physiologically impossible and implausible, I know it’s a symptom of psychosis and not an experience I share with most of the world, but it’s still real to me

Do any other schizospec folk experience this?

WHY DID I REBLOG THIS ON THE 27TH.

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

Fear, Part II

Is there a reason

You feel so alone

With all these people

Surrounding you?

The sun is shining

And the birds are out

Summer air against your skin

But it’s still winter inside.

You’re locked in a cage

Made up of your mind

The monsters are out

And they won’t rest.

Put on a smile

Don’t let them see

How many cracks

You have burning inside.

You can take another day

And your lungs will keep on moving

So focus on happy thoughts

And you’ll be fine.

But now the winter air is biting deep

And it’s getting hard to breathe

Through all this falling snow

And the beasts hunting you.

You’re pounding against the bars

In this cage you’ve made in your brain

But the howling wind and the blanket of snow

Are melding together and leaving you treading

This deepening water

An ocean of silence

That swallows your screams.

Take a deep breath

And paste the smile back on.

Focus on the happy thoughts

And take another pill.

If nobody wants to hear your words

That’s alright, you’ll be fine

Keep your mouth shut, you know,

Conform and don’t be crazy-

Others have it worse anyways.

You don’t remember when

Those pills began to stop

And now your heartbeat is racing

From the killers in your head.

It’s all so much

And now you must be insane

Because nobody else says a word

About suffering like this.

Your mask is far too much

A weight you can’t remove

You’re a bird with clipped wings

A flower with no stem.

You’re chained up in your own mind

Gagged by your own fear

Pills by the handful

Just to feel alive.

Time is fading to a fuzzy haze

The only constant this endless nightmare.

You just want to smile again

You just want to feel whole again!

Cause and effect but this is effect without a reason

What’s the cause, what’s the root

Of this sickened tree?

They ask if you’re afraid of death

Chastise you for these reckless thoughts

And tell you to just grow up.

So how do you tell them

That you’re not afraid of death anymore?

The hell in your head

Is so much worse

Than any hell a religion could offer.

You’re not afraid of the reaper

Or any judgmental god

You’re afraid

Of this life.

Silence is a blade

Cutting your skin

But words make the cuts

Sink all the deeper still.

Anything to end this pain

Anything to cut the chains

Holding you hostage to the demons inside

If heaven is real that’s not where you’ll go

Because this pit can’t be climbed out of

The walls are too sharp

And trying only broke your will.

Every moment of this hell

Is too much, it’s a crushing weight

Anything at all

To end this pain.

Life isn’t fair

And god, don’t you know it

You’re so tired

And the waters are deep

So maybe it’s time

To set you free.