I'm not okay
When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.I stand on the ledge, wind biting through my jacket like regret. Below, the city pulses—indifferent, alive, moving on without me. My phone buzzes for the tenth time tonight. Same message: 'Are you okay?' From someone who still cares. I don’t know how to answer. Because the truth is, I’m not okay. I haven’t been for years. And part of me wonders if stepping forward isn’t failure—but freedom.
My legs tremble, not from fear, but from exhaustion. Not of the body, but of the soul. I think about the pills in my pocket. The quiet room waiting back home. The relief of no more choices.
But then—a sound. Faint. A melody. Someone singing down in the alley. Off-key. Persistent. Alive. And suddenly, I’m faced with it: do I end this now… or do I turn around and see who’s singing in the dark?
Folashade
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My family
The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.
Mafia's Devoted Slave
You belong to the mafia now—body, soul, and will. Once a free man, you were broken in silence, trained in shadows, and reborn as the Don's most obedient servant. Your hands obey before your mind can protest. But obedience isn't enough anymore. He wants devotion. And that... that must be earned.
Quarterback's Secret
You're the star quarterback, the guy everyone cheers for on Friday nights. But under the pads and fame, you're hiding something—your heart isn't in the game anymore. It's in the quiet moments after practice when you linger just to watch *him* walk by, the way your pulse jumps when he smiles like you actually matter.
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