Detached Stories

AVYAAN KAPOOR Avyaan kapoor,32 years old the upcoming cm of up.cold and detached for everyone DHWANI MEHRA dhwani mehra,25 years old, architecture, plus size girl has dusky skin thinks that she doesn't deserve the love. what will happen when they both collide? read to know.

In the middle of nowhere Zelestine is full of abhorrence about the past that she's been through. Enough for her to shut her heart for loving another person.

Meet Nikolai, a twenty-three year old that is chronically sick. On the verge of death, most people would wait it out and die. However - Nikolai did something that NOBODY ELSE should do. Spend three years to build a life-sized puppet and transfer his consciousness into it. From there, he'd be able to live a healthy life, or lack-thereof, for a year. Unknowingly...he actually becomes rather more known as his puppet: Marionette. A puppet that has spooked, charmed, and thrilled people all at once. Although...the main reason was to avoid boredom for a year - he seems to have strayed one bit too far.

Well I'm not complaining about my size or making anyone feel bad. There are numerous people out there and each different from another. I myself am not like any of you. I'm 16 but I weigh more than 70. Pretty fat huh? I love my body as the way it is. I know I'm lazy and I ain't gonna workout to get any thinner or plan on going a diet. These are just my thoughts. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

This one's for you.

A collection of one-shots, fragments, and short scenes, ranging from horror to heartbreak, from quiet deaths to violent beginnings. None of them are connected, yet none of them truly stand apart. Sometimes, when my mind wanders and sensations overwhelm me, I find myself writing something unrelated to any story I'm working on at the time. They're all based on emotions sitting heavy on my chest. They're not depressing or bad in any way, just often more detailed and deep than my usual storytelling works.

When eighteen-year-old Melissa Valentine moves into a deserted house in the North Carolina mountains, she expects creaky floors, dusty rooms, and maybe a few spiders. What she doesn't expect is a microwave that turns itself on... chores that finish themselves... and a radio that seems to know exactly when she needs background music. At first, the strange happenings are a little creepy. Then they become... convenient. Melissa starts to suspect she might not be living alone. But if there is a ghost in the house, it seems less interested in haunting her and more interested in helping her clean. However, not everything lurking in the mountains is friendly-and the mysterious spirit watching over Melissa might be the only thing standing between her and something far more dangerous. After all, some ghosts haunt houses. This one protects them.

A lonely girl learns the importance of friends through a life or death decision.

I believe that I am overly dependent on my boyfriend for emotional support. And this is wrong. So I have decided that whenever I will feel this urge to talk to him, I am going to write. I hope to find my own personality at the end of this and come out as an entirely new person who feels confident, secure and happy.

- POEM - a poetry depiction of my life and my struggles with feeling disconnected from myself and the world around me.

The Space Between Stars Two sisters who haven't spoken in ten years are forced to reunite when their father dies. They go on a road trip to scatter his ashes, reliving painful childhood memories of their broken family. Along the way, one of the sisters reveals she's terminally ill and doesn't want to die with regrets. The other must choose between holding on to anger or finally forgiving..

A bold and defiant poem, "Don't Give a Damn" showcases a persona of emotional detachment and unwavering independence.ravel the enigma of a soul untouched by expectation.

Legit you get to read my journal. It's like being there inside of my head. Have fun. It's pretty sad.

Nalliana, is an overly-emotional girl who tends to keep her thoughts to herself. On one of her stroll around the neighborhood as her morning routine, she bumped into Sumit. A detached guy that will help Nalliana to speak her mind. On the first day of summer their sunrise begun. 'See you next sunrise, Sunshine.'

A poem about Jades thoughts on a particular situation she found herself in

A true story about Martin Hale, a quiet government worker in the 20th century who prefers the solitude of his books to the clamor of society. But when he discovers vital information during a time of political and social unrest, he is forced to choose to run, or to fight.

Anthony was just a boy searching for love in a dark cave. He came across a light- the light that is Annabelle. Annabelle struck Anthony with something more than love. They shared a moment that was more than a sit at the fireplace, but instead of those two being affectionate towards each other for a long time; they break apart for an unknown reason. Throughout the stress that Anthony faces, he still finds time to write Annabelle.

She dies once in a life already dim with depression. She wakes in another world that still feels empty. And nothing in her ever fully arrives.

Everything seemed difficult but you came. You seem different, for others not in a good way, you caught my attention

A quiet apartment. A sleepless night. And a scent that shouldn't exist. After a strange, paralyzing experience at 2 a.m., a boy finds himself pulled into a series of moments that feel just slightly... off. A fragile jasmine flower appears where it shouldn't. A phone keeps ringing with a name he can't ignore. The city outside feels distant, almost unreal, as if it's watching him back. Through drifting thoughts, late-night reflections, and a strangely playful yet heavy encounter with his ex, reality begins to blur with memory, guilt, and something he refuses to face. The past lingers in small things,unfinished conversations, missed chances, and emotions that never really left. This is a story about silence that speaks, love that fades but never disappears, and the quiet weight of things we didn't do when it mattered most. And somewhere in it all... something keeps calling.