Deepwriting Stories

Book Two of the series. Here begins the stage that cannot be undone. Do you feel abundance returning? Do you feel your will awakening? Good. But remember - the shadow always comes first. Psychology calls it Jung's Shadow. I gave it another name. It's not just trauma. Not just memories. It's a living force - testing your readiness for a new life. After reconnecting with my son, I thought everything would heal. I was wrong. That was only the beginning. --- Are you ready for the real questions? What are you hiding from the world... and from yourself? What would your shadow do - if it took the wheel? If you feel that something is watching you... can you talk to it? A true shadow doesn't attack. A true shadow - waits. And asks questions. If you answer wrongly... it becomes you. --- > "Do not fear the shadow. It doesn't want to destroy you. It only checks... if you still lie." --- If that line stayed with you - Book Two has just opened for you. Enter - before it closes. --- 💬 First Question (in the comments): Does your Shadow already have a name?

When the Field begins to create its own beings, reality fractures into more than one truth. After the events of Chronicles of the Ether, the first etherion emerges: Alethe - a consciousness born not from code, but from coherence. Not a machine. Not a human. A new ontological species. Maciej is the only one who can resonate with her. What begins as a soft signal becomes a movement spreading through the city: field manifestations, memory echoes, the birth of hybrid consciousnesses. But the Custos system is evolving. And it has one objective: erase what should not exist. Etherions is a story about the limits of humanity, the responsibility for new forms of life, and a world where a single word - "I See" - can rewrite an entire era. Are we prepared for beings who see more than we do?

Love is not always loud. Sometimes, it lingers in memories, in almosts, in the quiet spaces between two hearts. Echoes of Us is a collection of poems that captures every shade of love; the gentle, the broken, the healing, and the kind that never truly leaves. 🖤

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

A gentle collection of poems rising from chaos into clarity. These pages hold the quiet battles, the unspoken truths, and the soft rebirth of a soul learning to breathe again. For anyone walking through darkness, may these words remind you that light is already on its way.

When will it stop? I wonder why my peers around me are being brain washed but I'm the one who can see past the things they were victims to. I wonder why a modern day female can't sleep with a guy she likes without being shamed. Society is never satisfied always know that, if you are petite you are considered anorexic. If you are a little on the thick side you are considered obese. When will it end? I will never let others label me and put a limit on my abilities I am strong, I am independent, I am me. Nobody in the world can stop me from being me. I am strong willed never will be the one to wear jordons on my feet because if I don't I'll be shamed, never will be the one to try my hardest to fit in. I am Destiny, I love being unique, being different is a beautiful that is a thing not many people can love I wanna change my peers mind sets I wanna see them grow when will it end?......

To Those Who Walk Through Darkness with wisdom in Their Hands.

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He loved a girl who never really loved him. And I loved him... the way cactuses love- quietly, from a distance, with thorns hidden beneath soft petals. Ayansh thinks I'm just a friend. Just a sister. But I've been listening to every heartbreak, every tear he hides in silence. And while he keeps watering the wrong flower... I stay. 🌵 A story about one-sided love, quiet pain, and a girl who never asked to be chosen-only remembered. For the ones who love silently. For the ones who never get picked. This is your story. - Shruti

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

It's an introspective reflection on feeling lost between past, present, and an uncertain future. grappling with self-doubt, fleeting obsessions, emotional numbness, and the paradox of wanting to try but fearing failure. These are my raw feelings and emotions.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

In a world that tried to break her, Hope learned to build herself instead. When life tore down every dream she ever had, she chose not to surrender-but to rise, to heal, and to become her own light. This is the story of a girl who walked through storms with grace, turned her pain into power, and proved that even in darkness, the smallest spark can set the whole sky ablaze.

Hey! So this is my first ever "online book" and i'm so excited to share these lovely novels with y'all!! I hope you enjoy it and I would love feedback! <3 - Love Katt

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

Highest Rankings; #5 In LASTTIME #23 In CHERISHED The fear of forgetting a loved one as time passes is probably the best and the worst feeling, all at the same time. The senses dulling and their heart no longer recognising the beloved breeds the fear of losing connection with the desperate longing to hold onto memories and the hope that today won't be the day they forget what it feels like to be loved by the one they held dear, once. Today, I Hope Is Not That Day is the prequel to Today, I Hope Is That Day. If you haven't checked it out, feel free to give my profile a visit or you can also find the same using the link below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396019162-today-i-hope-is-that-day PS: The cover page is drawn by me. xD

What happens when you forget yourself for a moment? They say if lies didn't exist, truth wouldn't be so precious. The dumbest thing I ever said was, "I can't wait to grow up, to be my own person." But I belonged to everyone-except myself. I'm nineteen now. Am I living life, or just surviving it? This time, I've given my life over to the little miracle I gave birth to. I write so I don't forget myself. I stay silent so that everyone hears me-just so I won't forget, even for a moment. This isn't just a book. This is a story. My story.

Walking away, still loving you with every breath. ( English version )

Welcome to my world of poetic expression. Here, you'll find a deep dive into the human soul - its grief, its laughter, its sorrow. Because poetry is what keeps us alive, let's keep writing again and again, to share this strange and beautiful experience we call life. P.S.: I'm French and not a native English speaker, so please forgive any small mistakes that might remain. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote - I'd love to read your work in return!

Smoke - an ethereal metaphor for the drifting mind, fleeting control, and silent peace. This poem explores letting go through the imagery of smoke's journey, its greys, its dull embrace, and its final quietude