Contemplative Stories

This story is about a young man, who lost his love before he could do anything. He experiences a myriad of emotions and doesn't know what to do with it because he believed not expressing his feelings would make him look desirable slash cool. This string is about the stagnancy he feels and how his ambience determines his purview on life.

still the day's ordinary mind-chatter to the calm of silence and take in these thoughts, running one way then another; catch them--if you can--for a third time on inhale: three breaths deep and hold; and when you, in slow deliberateness, exhale; let the impressions linger at length between the folds and crevices. ECole789

if you're reading this, you're probably at the abyss of absolute boredom. welcome children, welcome to the mind of an ordinary 15-year old, with too many petty problems to rant about. ____________________________ Best Rankings - #1 in Contemplations, #1 in Reminiscence, #126 in Science

Non-fiction. Personal drabble. Not beta-read. Unedited. Just a portion of my life that I wrote down (because I do that sometimes) and felt like sharing?

She makes me feel so special. Just hours before now she humiliated me in front of the whole cafeteria. Everyday she constantly made me feel like a waste of space. Everyday she made me contemplate ending it all. And today like everyday for almost 6 months she sneaks over to my place at 2 a:m. As she kisses my neck I hate her and I also know that I don't. I love her more than I love myself. I love her unconditionally. And I know she loves me, and if I do decide to end it all she'd be devastated. I think about how if the world imploded right now, there is absolutely no place on the face of the Earth that I'd rather be than in her arms. As my radio plays, and my TV blares I realize this...... this is euphoric. This is the absolute meaning of Euphoria. A teenage girl broods over her relationship with her girlfriend. I don't know if I should make this a series. You guys tell me.

This is a collection of snippets of my musings... Being an introvert can be tough at times. You tend to bottle up all your emotions and thoughts just because you don't want to bother others. You are like a closed book, your cover often being judged by the world. But it's not all bad. You are infact avoiding tonnes of chaos and conflicts in life and protecting yourself and others from getting hurt. Readers, delve into this little world of an introvert!

Solitary walk in the woods

"You're not alone." "Neither are you." Except now she is, and it's tearing her apart. For he is dark and she is light, but there's no denying that there is something in between. Something that she just shut the door on. Cover by @boomdafunk on tumblr

just a girl expression of life in the form of poetry. A contemplation of life and people. a girl who sees beneath the surface and express it as art.

What should our life goals be? Why are we constantly want to be better than our friends?

Life is abstract. I think it may be the most abstract art in the whole universe.

There lies a man all too deserving of his shattered soul. Not a mere mortal but a god destined to roam the galaxy as a harbinger of catastrophe in pursuit of a greater will. The Harvest. A natural period of growth and rebirth ushered by the Grand Jury. Only something has changed. It has become disrupted from within by demonic forces seeking to ruin millennia of planning, fraught with a desire to end the gods. Now he has been tasked to hunt down these forces and restore the Harvest, for he is...the executioner.

A compilation of my contemplation (poems). This contains various topics in my life.

unraveling feelings beyond words through moments and metaphors

A fictional story about the battle most girls fight with the voice in their head that is promised to make you feel every emotion possible. Stay tuned! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

#13 as on 20/02/17 An anthology of poems. Eruption of the volcano containing the lava of my pent-up emotions. Splashes of it on a piece of paper. "The bottle containing the ink of thoughts is overflowing, I have no choice but to pen down those words glowing, Whether the reader is left to mope or exhilarate, At least,my desire to write,it will satiate..." All Rights Reserved.

It is through life's inevitable disappointments and misfortunes that we learn to discover our true selves and become the person we were meant to be.

A poem.