Emotionalprose Stories

When Selene stabilizes a stranger on a fog-soaked highway, his impossible recovery rewrites the laws of biology and cracks something in the veil between worlds. Silver light coils down her arms, crescent marks bloom on her skin, and her dreams pull her to a stone circle under twin moons where he calls her by another name: Serya. As a rift opens at the shoreline and shadows begin to move with intention, Selene must remember a pact she made lifetimes ago-before the hollow moon split, before the veil started to forget.

If Christmas doesn't hit the same anymore, you'll understand. Some ghosts wear tinsel.

This is not the story of a damsel. This is the rise of a soul forged in silence and flame.

They dressed him in silk. They called it tradition. He calls it hell." > > Hell Wears Silk is a lyrical descent into memory, following a boy stolen by shadows and reshaped by silence. Now eighteen, he speaks the truth the world won't: survival isn't freedom. This is not a story of escape-it's a reckoning with the ghosts that never left.

We run after the ones who turn away. We ignore the ones who never left. And we mourn the ones who slip through our fingers when we finally notice. What Runs, What Stays, What Leaves is a haunting monologue of love misplaced, of loyalty unseen, and of silence that says too much. Told in lyrical prose, this piece captures the quiet tragedies we live through every day-the people we chase, the souls we overlook, and the regrets we carry once they're gone. If you've ever held on too long... or let go too late... this is for you.

A story about the passage from life into eternity, where death becomes not an ending, but the beginning of a journey toward self-understanding. The protagonist, a journalist who spent her life telling other people's stories, suddenly faces her own mortality. In the moment of transition, her consciousness separates from her body, and she finds herself before the Traveler - a mysterious guide who grants final wishes and leads souls to their truth. Through memories, light, and revelations, she is forced to confront what she never had time to face in life: her unspoken desires, her hidden love, and the meaning behind everything she once believed was ordinary. A poetic, emotional tale about acceptance, love, and the quiet rebirth that comes after the last heartbeat.

The night is a storyteller. Inside The Moonlight Drawer lie short stories born in quiet hours from the notes in my phone. Open the drawer if you dare. See what the moon left behind.

✨ She saw him every night at 3:00 AM. Always alone. Always dancing. No music. No noise. Just a boy moving on a rooftop like no one was watching. Until one night... he looked right at her. And when she found the courage to cross over - He told her something that changed everything. "You shouldn't be able to see me." "Why not?" "Because I'm already dead." A one-shot about grief, healing, and the kind of connection that doesn't care if you're alive or not. #WattpadStory #WattpadRomance #WattpadOriginal #WattpadWriter #WattpadRecommendations #BookTok #PinterestWriters #IndieAuthor #ReadThisNow #UndiscoveredGems #Phoenixwrites #HisShadowDanced #GhostLoveStory #HauntingRomance #LoveAfterDeath #ParanormalRomance #EmotionalFiction #TragicLove #SlowBurnRomance #HealingThroughLove #GriefAndLove Achievements: 🏆#25-Sadromance 🏆#74-originalstory 🏆#6- Brokenhearts 🏆#40-symbolism 🏆#39-symbolism

In the last age of a dying world, two souls awaken within its fading dream - Cael, who walks through the ashes of memory, and Symphony, who listens for the echoes of the dying light. Together they search for what still breathes beneath the silence - and learn that even endings dream.

A reflection about growing up emotionally alone, learning to survive through fantasy, and the quiet fear of being seen. This is not a story of healing - it's the moment before it.

Somewhere beyond time, a library keeps the futures we chose to forget. Aurellia Vale was never supposed to remember. Haunted by dreams of fire and a brother she can no longer prove existed, seventeen-year-old Aurellia lives a quiet life in the city of Penumbra-until a mysterious letter summons her to a place outside reality: the Library of Forgotten Tomorrows. There, every book holds a life that could have been-a version of someone else she might have become, or someone she's already lost. As Aurellia is drawn deeper into the Library's infinite shelves and the veiled truths hidden within, she begins to unravel a secret buried in the fabric of time: her brother's death wasn't an accident... and she may be the only one who can rewrite what was meant to burn. But some futures don't want to be remembered. And the Library is watching.

Orion died in a lightning storm. Now Milo is the only one who can still see him. Everyone says grief makes you see things-but Milo knows Orion is really there. Solid. Real. Still just out of reach. As secrets unravel and the world shifts beneath their feet, Milo begins to wonder if love is strong enough to defy death-or if holding on means letting go.

Every night, someone escapes into pages where love feels safe, and eyes see every hidden part of them. But as dawn creeps in, will words alone ever soothe the ache of a heart yearning for the one who lives only between the lines?

Some people walk into your life like strangers... and feel like pages you've already written. When Mira enters Aayra's classroom, the past Aayra buried begins to resurface - quietly, painfully, beautifully. A story about love, memory, and the weight of words left unsaid. #WLW #SlowBurn #QueerRomance #PoeticWriting #LGBTQ #UnfinishedLove #SapphicLove #SoftDrama #LiteraryFiction #EmotionalProse #CharacterDriven #StoryWithinAStory #SecretPast #LesbianFiction #SamielleKimWrites

Red silk. Fireworks. Way too many feelings. Katsuki Bakugou swore she wasn't going to the summer festival - until Kirishima showed up with that stupid grin and Mitsuki shoved her out the door in a crimson yukata. Now she's trying really hard not to blow up anything (or anyone) while the rest of the Baku-squad turns the night into chaos. But when Deku shows up under the fireworks with something small, cheap, and heartbreakingly thoughtful... Let's just say, the explosions aren't all from her quirk. ✦ Fem!Bakugou ✦ Summer festival vibes ✦ Soft Deku + feral Katsuki = emotional damage ✦ Found family, dumb friends, and a stupidly romantic hair clip ✦ One-Shot "Even fire needs someone to watch it burn." that's enough.

A world where wolves rule and gentle creatures are mocked for being soft, a young deer learns to survive by hiding his wounds behind a quiet smile. From childhood rejection to the cruelty of the wolf-world, he walks through shadows no one sees - carrying loneliness like armor and silence like a shield. But within those shadows, he discovers something unexpected: a voice forming quietly in the dark, waiting to be heard. This is the story of a deer who never belonged... yet kept walking anyway.

Two strangers. No words. Just smiles and fate. A love story stitched across time, chance, and quiet moments that mattered.

This isn't a book with chapters or rules, It's a home for every unspoken word. The place I come to when silence grows loud, When my heart feels too heavy to hold on its own. Some of these pages were written in pain, Some in peace, Some with trembling hands, And some with the softest hope. It's not meant to impress, Just to exist. To breathe for me when I couldn't. Read it if you wish, lovelies These are just the colors of my soul. In every shade it's ever bled.

She smiles like she means it. Keeps busy. Says she's okay. But every weekend, she climbs the same stairs to the rooftop, looking for something she's forgotten how to name. Maybe peace. Maybe just a pause. A quiet story about feeling too much and saying too little.