Derealization Stories Novels & Stories

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying...

The long drive, the stress from finals, and now him, it was too much. I flopped onto the bed, breathing hard. My body felt wound tight. I needed release. Badly. I shoved my shorts down just enough, wrapped my hand around my already half-hard cock, and started stroking. Fast. Desperate. Eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the feeling. The door creaked open. “Still can’t even lock a damn door properly…” Ryan’s voice cut off. I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick, shorts tangled around my thighs. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide for a second before they darkened, pupils blowing wide with something hungry.

He will just talk to me if he needs something or wants me to do something for him. For the first time, I didn't get mad or make a fuss. I didn't confront him. I just started drafting my resignation letter on my phone. When Preston reached for his water cup, likely expecting the calming tea I used to make for him every night, he paused, noticing it was empty. Finally, he spared me a glance. "I showed your CT scan to a specialist. He said it was just a minor injury, nothing serious. Just keep your wound dry." "Alright," I said without looking up, still typing.

They saw two friends laughing about a shared memory, only for one of them to stop, a confused look on her face, saying, "Wait, did that happen to us, or did I dream it?" The stories were fading. Not the big, important ones—not yet. But the small, personal stories. The threads that wove the tight, personal tapestry of a civilization. The Un-Made had been a sledgehammer, trying to smash the vase of their world. This was... a slow unraveling. A quiet forgetting. Kaelen stood before the Crystallized Void. It was as dark and silent as ever. "Can you feel anything?" he asked Elara. "Is it... is it doing this?"

"In that moment, I saw nothing. Just escaping and hurting everyone who had touched me. I didn't see her face until she fell to the floor, then I hated myself more than I hated them because I killed her." "Dhalia, why wouldn't you tell someone what had happened, what they were doing to you?" His eyes widen as he stares at me. "I wasn't sure how much of it was real or not. My mum told me I was dreaming. My stepdad said I was never drugged, and no one ever came to my room at night; he said I was ill and must have taken too many of the pills he placed on the side and hallucinated. How do I tell people something when I don't even know if it's real or made up?" I can't; there is no way for me to b

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”

Danny This was never supposed to have happened. When Mariah sent me that text, it was like something had taken over me. I knew I couldn’t avoid Dawson forever; I’d have to see her, talk to her eventually. Without even fully realizing it, my body acted on its own, not even giving my brain time to catch up before calling out to this woman from the club. It wasn’t until I saw Dawson trying to leave that I managed to gain back control. Fuck! I heard about this before, there are a lot of things that could factor into it, but there are only 2 I could think of momentarily that could make this happen. The first thing could be anxiety and or stress, if a person is extremely stressed out and worried i

Sapphire Walter. The alarm woke me up from my dream as I try to turn it off without waking up and most importantly not opening my eyes because I have a zoom call with a patient today at one pm Andrew who tried commiting suicide due post trauma disease he had because of his parents when hearing his story I cried because I'm emotional some times it's a lie Everytime. I finally turn off that damn alarm clock as I cuddled more with my fluffy lavender scented pillow as I sigh in relief closing my eyes again.

, so I told him everything. He told me that we should deal with the situation and not Someone must know something about what happened, and when I looked at Zain's body, he told me that we will throw it in the battlefield and say that he died in the war, and no one will doubt anything. Indeed, we dressed him in war clothes and took him to the battlefield with us and threw him there without anyone noticing us. After the war ended, a funeral was held for him and we buried him. After that, Damian learned that what happened was a plan by some of our enemies to eliminate us, and their intention was to lure us one after the other.They put a substance that causes hallucinations in my drink, which ma

"It could, but that's a long time away. For now I just want to help you manage it and hopefully get rid of the hallucinations. What I want to help you with now is how to stop the flashbacks while they happen. You need to try and think that it's not real, you got out and Adrian is in prison. Try using your five senses to get back to reality." "How do I tell Nathan and Cole?" "Just tell them you're going to the doctors tomorrow and let them sit in. The doctor will explain it better," he says. "You need to relax, you're not insane. You have ptsd and schizophrenia just happens to be a symptom of that." "Thank you for coming over," I say and he smiles. "Don't worry about it, that's why I'm here.