What Stories Destroyed You To Be Written?

KTFs.
It's just one of those stories that you know what you want to be in it but you just can't seem to put it down. You know all of the characters so well, you know what you want you say, what your characters want to say but it just doesn't come out of you.

Becoming Marie. My first original story ever.
One of by best works. Ever.

Whenever I write, I pull all nighters to finish them, so of course I feel drained mentally and physically. Once the story's done, I feel a little relieved.

A Chemical Romance Reminded me of a life I could never live and a love that would never be mine, even though it is a fanfiction. I went through moments of heartache writing it, but I also laughed and smiled.

Reapers and a Razorblade Was written about my still ongoing problem with a guy. He never loved me, but I do and he has no idea I'm alive or even existing. Does he love me or know who I am, I may never know...

I'm Coming Back From the Dead Is about this phase I went through not too long ago when I became extremely obsessed with murder and death. I felt that if I could get away with it, everyone I know and love would be dead in a bloody mass.

A Failed Attempt because I felt it was so sweet that I would get a cavity. But I love it when I'm in a good mood although it constantly reminds me that I don't/never had a boyfriend.

He Doesn't Know.
I kept on crying on and off several times while I was writing it. My brother barged into my room while I was and I just burst into tears. And the story was about him and when he just turned away like he didn't care, i just... it hurt. >_<

Unrequited.
I cried the entire time writing that, and I stayed up until I finished it, and everytime I wrote more I cried harder.
It was really hard to write, but I kept pushing though cause I thought that once I posted it it would make me feel better.

It's currently untitled, unfinished and unposted, but its a standalone non-fiction about that Bullet gig that I went to.

It's absolutely destroying me to write and I've cried all the way through writing it, so far.

Not Alone and Asphyxiated took a fair bit out of me. They're both songfics on songs that I love and that mean so much to me. Not Alone was based on personal feelings and Asphyxiated was kind of a prediction of what could happen... I guess it was a demented half-wish of a sequel to Not Alone.

I did a NANOWRIMO in December (because I was busy in November, so me and my friend rescheduled and reckoned we'd just swap when we finished), but I had to stop at about fifteen thousand words. It wasn't that the amount of writing I was doing everyday was exhausting me - it was just that the story was actually fairly planned out, and I had taken a lot from my own life and experiences. Actually, I suppose it wasn't a 'story' per se, which is a reason why I doubted it - think The Catcher in the Rye, except in Blackpool, England. Anyway, I was writing a male character, but I made a lot of paralells to my own life until it started to become uncomfortable. The death knell was when the relationship I was in ended rather messily, and it echoed the break-up in my story too much. I had to stop then - I didn't feel like writing at all, to be fair, but...
I was scared of breaking up with this person, but I knew it would happen soon, and I think that's why I worked this break-up into the story. I suppose I had no reason to freak out and drop it like it was burning when it happened to me. I didn't want my own situation to turn out how it did in the story, so I stopped writing, I suppose.

It'll Be Okay was very, very hard to write. It's about Billie Joe at his father's funeral, and was partly inspired by Wake Me Up When September Ends.
Writing about something like that was gamble I maybe shouldn't have taken, I'll admit - super-sensitive subject matter. While writing it I alternated from crying to indifference to crying to immense sorrow and regret - my story is fiction but it's pretty plausible. I even felt envy for Billie - his pure innocence and childish dedication was just... incredible. Maybe I didn't portray him as well as I had him in my mind, but what else is new.

A penny for your thoughts was hard to write because I could never get the thoughts and feelings I wanted to portray just the way I wanted them. It was one of those things where everything makes perfect sense in your head but you can't get it down on paper/word.

I wasted so many sheets of paper writing that story, and the thing thats really messed up about that is I'm not even completely happy with the last few chapters anymore.

Well, right now I'm writing a currently untitled Ger-Z in which Lyn-Z has esophageal cancer. Which my mom was just diagnosed with recently. So it's really tough for me to write. I've been pulling at hair, crying, screaming, and having insane conversations with my online friends.
I don't even know why I'm writing it, to be honest. It's killing me.
I guess I wanted to get all of this out. I really don't have any other way.

But yes, it's destroying me, while I'm building it.

Lily Baby is soul destroying because it SUCKS.

I hate writing it, and I very rarely update it.
It's like forty pages of pixelated poo :tehe:

I've finally had a story which has just made me want to die. The first installment of Janie & Joe is very close to being an autobiography, and is about one guy who I still have this huge crush on. The characters are real, and everything Janie thinks I have thought at one point or another. And reliving the real parts of this story does hurt.

I'm starting to get worn from writing Obsession.
I can't write at all...
D:

Shy is my newist story and I have everything planned in my head, but I just can't get it out. I mean, it's tormenting me in there, my head. Whenever I type something down, I backspace it because I don't like it. I know that I'm a good writer, not the best, but I can't get it out. It makes me want to cry.

And in the end there is only Darkness

The one I'm working on now. I didn't know it would wear me out that much, sometimes I'm looking for something to distract me while writing. The story in itself is not that bad as of yet, but taking the notes for further development is what's worst now. It just gives me headaches. It's hard to have to dig something twisted out of your own mind like that. Plus my characters (I feel sorry for them) are so trapped in the dark, not only physically but also mentally, and that affects me as well.

The last chapter of All About You made me really emotional. I couldn't speak to anyone during writing or afterwards. Graveyard scenes get me every time, though.

Of Cardinal Significance really wore me down.
It was extremely hard and quite sad for me to write.

My story "The Journal of Brian Ezhno", the first time I wrote it, was a little traumatic. I spent a week or so living my main character's mental/emotional life, that was a very hard because he's a disturbed kid. I thought I was going to lose my mind in the middle and I was relieved at the end. But relieved in kind of a grieving way, since it was like the character had been emptied out of me.

Unbound - The Wild Ride. I exhausted myself from writing that story and thank goodness, it's finally coming to an end soon. I never had a story do as well as that one and with all the readers that loved it, I didn't want to disappoint them so I ended up exhausting myself while writing that story. I'm still trying to figure out how I want it to end.

You're Not Alone. On Quizilla, that was the one story of mine that received a lot of popularity and everyone loved it but then writer's block kicked in and I'm nowhere near finished with the story. I doubt I'll ever complete that one and I really wish I could.