Contemplation Stories

In a world that rarely slows down long enough to listen, truth does not disappear-it grows quiet. The Quiet Flame is an ongoing collection of reflections inspired by the ancient path of Zoroastrianism-where every thought, every word, and every action carries weight. What began as a series of daily meditations continues to grow, drawing from lived experience as well as the enduring voice of the Gathas-ancient words that speak of truth, choice, and the responsibility carried by every human soul. These are not loud declarations or easy answers. They are small, steady reminders: A choice made in silence. A word spoken with care. A moment where light is kept alive instead of surrendered. This is not a book of instruction or belief, but a collection of reflections shaped by ancient ideas and lived experience. These pages offer no system to follow-only a fire to sit beside. This is not a finished work. It is a living one-meant to be returned to, added to, and carried forward. The flame does not end. It is kept.

'The Stillness of Soul' is a collection of poems that explore the intricacies of life, death, and the human experience. These poems are born from my own journey, woven from threads of personal reflection, emotion, and introspection. I share them with you in the hope that they may resonate, comfort, or challenge your own perceptions of existence. Passe du bon temps (have a good time) 💋✨

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

"You know this forest holds dangers, yet you come here unarmed? Or is there a guard behind you?" In the heart of the Desurian Archipelago, there is a place where time seems to have stagnated in reverence to power. An abandoned forest, inhabited by an entity whose pale skin and noble posture hide a strength capable of witnessing the fall of gods and the rise of eras. To everyone, she is the beast to be feared; to the world, that is a territory abdicated by fear. Until a small Kitsune, moved only by the pursuit of beauty, decides to defy the shadows. The encounter between solitary immortality and the audacity of innocence triggers an unexpected proposal. What happens when a millennial creature decides to teach the secrets of existence to someone who possesses no weapons, but carries the weight of an immense bravery? A contemplative journey about the cycle of life, the hidden nature of the world, and the blooming of a friendship that defies a thousand years of solitude.

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

Archive of thoughts.

I write random thoughts that come to me around 3am and hope that you will relate. spelling/grammar/punctuation isn't perfect

Thoughts are ever changing, but every so often they find a way to form something a little deeper. And when the words find their way to paper, life becomes a little bit clearer. Featured Chapter: Wonderland ***May contain disturbing or triggering content for some readers***

Brandy Evans - quiet, shy, smart girl who is not usually in the spotlight. She comes from a broken family. When she was six years old her father left her, her mother, and her older brother Trevor, for a new family. Because of this Brandy has never opened up to anyone about her feelings. Until she started talking to her brother's best friend. Elliot Davis - popular, outgoing, captain of the hockey team, and Trevor's best friend, as well as their neighbor. He knows everyone and everyone knows him. But no one knows how rough his home life is. His parents are in the middle of a divorce after his older brother passed away. Brandy and Elliot have always bickered at each other and have always had a feeling of hatred towards each other. But when Brandy and Elliot have a late-night talk at the fence that separates their yard, they start to open up to each other more and more. When they do feelings become more powerful and caring becomes more nurturing, and they realize they're not as different as they think they are.

This is not a typical story. It doesn't have characters or scenarios, just myself and my own thoughts. It was a series of dreams filled with self-reflection and realizations about my waking life. As we slumber, we all dream, and those dreams often symbolize our waking state or the emotions invading us and influencing our decisions. Sometimes they reveal things we have failed to notice, with our subconscious bringing them back to our attention. A dream is our inner self's way of communicating with us.

Deeper reflections on the universe . . .

A Poem when you are unsure of who you are or do not recognize yourself

Don't judge me.

He's just a man. Many choices. Many Cosequence. Just not enough for him to move on. Just a short story for me practicing my writing in English.

Several short stories that depicts the intricacy of human's mind in between of its simplicity and fear. Too intricate that sometimes we are too curious to re-do it and regret it all over again.... "You are only looked at for being wrong or strange when you fail to fulfil the common's stereotype"

It's not all bad or all good. Or any. A poetic theme.

Evelyn Moore has been struggling with unrequited love for nearly two years. Reed Bishop has no idea. When the once-unreachable boy becomes her French partner and an eventful night leads to more than an arranged partnership, he just might find himself feeling the same way that she does. But what happens when you get what you've always wanted, and it doesn't turn out to be as it seems? What happens when something Evelyn considered a fantasy becomes reality, and suddenly she finds herself questioning every little thing? 《SAMPLE》 62 | ROM WATTPAD FEATURED STORY FULL STORY EXCLUSIVELY ON DREAME