Sterling

Joined July 2021

0 stories

Bio

Hello There! I am a young author that loves to create short stories and poems straight from the soul. My favorite genre is psychological thriller and that is what most of my stories will consist of as well as some cute loving poetry pieces.

Stories (8/0)

Creation
A graffiti artist walking on the sidewalk, a normal day. But he comes across a large empty wall. Headphones on head He pauses
By Sterling 12 months ago in Poets
Delusional Parasitosis
In the year 2021 I had learned a lot about myself, I had experienced some sort of mental collapse. I was extremely lonely, exhausted, and lost. No one could save me, I had to get myself right on my own. So I made efforts, made a few appointments and did tons of research online about different symptoms and what my case could be so I could mention that to a doctor. I saw a psychiatrist and ended up with a prescription for methylphenidate. Apparently I was diagnosed with ADHD and from what I can tell it explains a lot about my behavior. So I went home with my prescription and took it the following evening before work. Suddenly I was able to focus on a task and get actual work done again.
By Sterling 2 years ago in Psyche
Fragments
She looked at herself Fragments of herself She wasn't the same Nobody left to blame- But the girl in the broken mirror Who is going to save her?
By Sterling 2 years ago in Poets
See Through
When I met you You wore a mask and so did I But after a while The more time we spent together We sometimes took the mask off
By Sterling 2 years ago in Poets
In Her Eyes
I looked into her eyes and I heard music. I was losing myself within her stare. She could see my soul. the music calmed me. She was my serenity. There were no other thoughts in my head. I couldn’t even think. The music grew louder the harder I stared. The noise in my head was uncontrollable my mind was bouncing back and forth between words and sentences that just couldn’t find their way onto my tongue. She spoke to me with looks that I had never seen. I couldn’t look away my eyes were stuck in their sockets. The way she looked at me-God the way she looked at me I could not take in enough like when you walk through the laundry detergent aisle in the store and smell as much as you could and yet you cannot smell enough. She... was enough. But i could not take enough of her. She took until she couldn't take anymore and she gave what she could not take.
By Sterling 2 years ago in Poets
Depression
So what does it feel like? Depression? Well, I'll tell you one thing, it's not just "feeling sad." It's way more complex than just having a bad day of work. It can go on for days, weeks, months, and in some cases years if it's chronic. Most people don't understand what depression really is, nor do they have any idea what it feels like. When you go to a party, you drink, listen to music and hangout with some friends, but when you're depressed, a party feels like a funeral.
By Sterling 3 years ago in Psyche
Her Favorite Color
(Mistake) It may be a mistake Something I might regret How could it be a mistake When everything felt right My mouth spoke of love
By Sterling 3 years ago in Poets
The Lake's Keeper
I am the lake's keeper, Tucker Bills. Now I lived a simple life in a town not too far down the road, but there came a point where life was a little too simple. At the age of 17 I started working here at the lake, and 12 years later I'm still the only one on the job. Work is easy here, every day I check the grounds and make sure there are no blockages in the sewage system.
By Sterling 3 years ago in Horror

Sterling

Bio

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Creation

Delusional Parasitosis

Fragments

See Through

In Her Eyes

Depression

Her Favorite Color

The Lake's Keeper

Stories (8/0)