Brownskin Stories

My life is not a movie... And I am not a main character. Main characters are: • pretty • skinny • effortlessly likeable • mysterious in a cool way • the kind of girls boys fall in love with on sight • the kind of girls who don't spill tea in their bags • the kind of girls whose hair doesn't frizz the second it rains I am none of the above. I'm the girl who walks into college late, gets stared at for all the wrong reasons, and immediately embarrasses herself in front of the hottest boy alive. I'm the girl whose best friend is the pretty one. The girl who smokes under the desk because she has no coping skills. The girl who daydreams about fictional romances because real life feels... empty. And honestly? It's not just college that's a mess. Home isn't safe. My parents aren't the warm, supportive type - more like the type you avoid breathing near. So I escape the only way I know how: maladaptive daydreams, imaginary boyfriends, and pretending my life could be something cinematic. Then Finley Mason walks into my film studies class. Beautiful. Untouchable. Completely unaware I exist. He's everything I'm not. Everything I'll never have. Everything I can only love in my head. But the thing about life is... sometimes the scenes you never planned are the ones that change everything. This isn't a movie. But it might still be a story.

An Experimental story for the ShutUp&WriteClub contest 'Survival of the Fittest 2026'.

she's fucked up. but everything changes when that person comes into her life and makes the whole worlds problems disappear with one touch of a hand. - lowercase intended / all right reserved - by aashi m :)

love ain't really that disney fairytale shit you thought it was...enjoy 🦋!

A look into my thoughts

Esha is a successful businesswoman, that resides with her parents and siblings. Her birthday is coming up, and she will be turning twenty- seven years old. She can already hear the marriage bells chiming on her mother's phone. Her mother, Amneet, is on a mission to find Esha a husband.

〰 "So Why Do they Call You Sweetness? Sweetness"〰

You are brown and really smart as you can see in the title. You changed schools since your father got a new job in France. In your old school you were smart but the teachers hated you and did not let you grow because their children were also studying in the same school as you. They wanted their children to be number one. After changing schools you felt better..... Btw I actually want people to see the life of a brown person. So you might not see too much romance(because you can't date till you are married. It is actually a thing ngl) but I will try my best.

Shizumi Shinju isn't just another face in the crowd-she commands it. With every glance, she shatters expectations, setting a new standard for beauty in Japan. Her radiant brown skin, soft yet sultry lips, and that signature mole? Impossible to look away from. When she walks into a room, heads turn. And it's not just her looks that captivate. Shinju's bubbly confidence and playful charm have earned her legions of followers, hungry for her next move. But tonight? Tonight, she's here to play. Dressed in a satin pink mini dress that barely skims her thighs, the high slit teasing with each step, she's a walking contradiction-sweet and tempting, bold and irresistible. She's everything you shouldn't want... and everything you'll never be able to resist. Two men can't look away-Oikawa Tooru, the smooth-talking Argentinian setter whose devil-may-care grin says he's always up for a challenge, and Iwaizumi Hajime, the stoic powerhouse who might just break the rules to have her all to himself. Their chemistry? Electric. Their desire? Unspoken, but undeniable. As the night heats up, Shinju plays the game of teasing, pulling them in with every laugh, every glance, every inch of her body that's just out of reach. She isn't just the object of their attention; she's the one in control. And when the drinks flow, so do the desires...until there's no turning back.

In a city ruled by power, whispers, and midnight deals, one name owns the dark Matteo De Luca. Brown-skinned, devastatingly handsome, and untouchably dangerous, Matteo controls the clubs, the ports, and the men who make problems disappear before sunrise. Women crave him. Families scheme to marry their daughters to him. One night with him has ruined heiresses for lesser men.He does not repeat women. He does not chase. He does not fall. Until a rainy evening in a bookstore changes everything. Sofia Romano is not impressed by tailored suits or dangerous reputations. She argues over book prices, believes in steady love, and refuses help from strangers even when that stranger is the most powerful man in the city. For the first time in his life, Matteo is told no. And instead of walking away, he waits.And instead of walking away, he waits. What begins with handwritten notes left on a park bench turns into a slow-burning obsession that the entire city notices. When Matteo catches Sofia mid-fall at a high-profile gala, rumors spread like wildfire: The mafia boss has chosen someone. But love in Matteo's world is never simple. Jealous heiresses with unfinished desires. Families plotting alliances. Enemies watching for weakness. And Sofia constantly questioning whether a man built from power and violence can truly love without control.He protects her publicly. Desires her privately. Chooses her deliberately. Yet doubt poisons what devotion builds. Because loving a dangerous man means trusting him completely and Sofia is not sure she can. And when she finally realizes that Matteo's love was never a game He may already be done waiting.

We met and I fell in love with you. I wonder if that love can save me now. Now don't think this is some fairytale because this is the furthest thing from that. You broke me. They shattered me. Will I ever be whole again? NO! But I'll rise.

your brothers made it particularly hard for you to have any sort of "love interest", you wanted to have fun like the other girls in your school, but you couldn't . Being raised without a mother figure was hard and being brought up with only men around you people view you as "manly" . Despite all this you seem to be admired in your school . Being the only black girl was the only reason people seemed to like you. But when another black girl joins the school- everything changed . You get envious and end up doing something terrible ...

Have a look and tell me where I have faults. Your corrections are welcome.

This book is dedicated to the goddesses we have on earth... BLACK WOMEN!! Black women of all shades from light to dark are queens. No matter how young or old we still slay and shut it down. Nobody.. I Repeat.. Nobody can take our melanin away from us. In this book I will give you the insight of a black girl. ©The Ways Of A Black Girl

poetry

This Is Just Something For Those Black Woman Who Feel That They're Worthless.

It's Not Always Black and White. A glimpse into my perspective through the lens of my experience

Once he had heard to a song, his sister had made him listen to it (by force), and there was a lyric he loved. And though he wouldn't admit it, it was stuck in his mind. For years now. . There were two things constant in Ritwik's broken, messed up life- 1. That lyric 2. Jhumkas . He heard someone sing that lyric one day, she was wearing jhumkas. . Maybe, this time, his constant could be a person.