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?

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

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.

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. 🖤

A three-part poem series about being the child who was never chosen, the sibling who lived in the shadows, and the kid who learned to laugh so no one heard the hurt. This is jealousy, anger, sarcasm, trauma, and honesty poured into poetry for the ones who grew up feeling like an extra page in a family story.

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

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.

This was meant to help narrate pain, darkness and hopelessness in a deep manner. It is a series of simple poems which explain the complex nature of emotional and mental suffering. It takes you through a journey of grief, incandescence and regret. The writer in the end says... "Sometimes what offers to help you, is what actually kills you". Simply, do not trust anyone.

A birthday isn't always a celebration. Sometimes it's just proof that you survived another year. If your birthday doesn't feel special anymore, you'll understand this piece.

I don't paint with precision. I paint with everything I feel. This is the story of what it means to love in color - wildly, sincerely, and without a guarantee of being understood. Told in six quiet pieces, this poetic journey follows one heart's attempt to give everything it is... even when it doesn't fit. For anyone who's ever offered too much, and still hoped to be seen.

"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.

I found my obituary online. It wasn't supposed to be there. Not with my name, my birthday, and that photo, the one I never wanted anyone to see. The date? Three weeks from now. No one else notices the warning staring back at me. But I can feel it, a cold weight settling in my chest. Each day, the world blurs around me. Memories I swear I lived slip through my fingers. People stop seeing me. I'm fading into nothing. Now, with every heartbeat counting down, I'm forced to chase the pieces of myself I lost, Before I vanish completely.

A product of sleepless nights, wet fire, tired eyes, and a weary, stitched heart. This collection holds poetry you won't just see and read, but feel and hear. Fervour, intense and passionate. by Famous T.

This story uncovers the hidden parts of the life of a teenage girl. It is not always sweet and marvelous as it might seem. In this 'diary', I will be writing about everyday struggles, thoughts and mental health. I am telling the story of Cara, a 17 year old high-school girl as she navigates life, learns to accept herself and learns how to live with what she inherited(mental illnes and addiction). This book both presents the 'outside'(parts others see) and the 'inside'(what is going on within) of life. PS: the book is written and narrated in a style that is inspired by Rue's narration in Euphoria - raw, objective The book has its fair share of event-telling parts and reflecting back to the past. TW: few mentions of self destructive behaviour, dark philosophy about life, addiction, mental illness and raw description of everyday struggles

Isn't it a paradox? How we sing praises of the moon's serene beauty but seldom honor the Sun, whose relentless fire keeps the moon alight. The Sun, selfless and untiring, burns in silence, giving without expectation, its brilliance too overwhelming for us to gaze at directly. We immortalize the moon in poetry and art, charmed by its cool glow, yet the Sun-steady, fierce, and unyielding-is taken for granted, its constancy mistaken for indifference. Perhaps it's easier to love what doesn't overwhelm us, what feels unattainable and distant. The moon invites us with mystery, while the Sun stands too close, too present, its warmth too familiar to cherish. Yet isn't that the ultimate sacrifice? To be so steadfast, so vital, that you become invisible in your giving. It's a quiet reminder: sometimes, the greatest acts of love are the ones we forget to see.

Was just feeling heavy one day so I wrote out a vivid moment from when I was 11 to lighten the feeling. I just want to put this out there for anyone who struggles to express emotions to show them writing can be a medium.

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