Emotionalwriting Stories

Letters to Lacy. The girl who wasn't me. A thousand ways to admire her, A story of wanting to be you, of learning how to love someone you envy, of her being everything I wasn't - beautiful and unreachable, the girl I measured myself against, the one who made me feel small. These are notes from the second girl. Written inside the Lacy paradox, in a soft war inside my chest, between her light and my shadow. The quiet girl who watched Lacy, writing from the place where I learned your name like a prayer. This collection will unfold slowly - one letter, one memory, one feeling at a time. Some poems will be soft, some will be painfully honest, some will be messy and unfinished, just like growing up beside someone you admire. This is how I tried to understand you. This is how I tried to survive you. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

Nurys Morris never meant to stand out. But in Hawthorn-a town that always seems to be watching-being invisible isn't an option. Between her fraternal twin's charm, her mother's silence, and a family story that never seems to stay the same, Nurys starts to wonder how far the truth can stretch before it breaks. Across town in Briarwood, the rules are different-and so are the people who get to make them. But when paths cross, so do pasts, and some secrets aren't meant to stay buried forever.

This book is a collection of love songs that never learned how to stay music. Each poem began as a melody-written in quiet moments, in longing, in devotion-and settled into words instead. These pages hold love in its many forms: tender, unfinished, aching, and true. For anyone who has ever felt something deeply and didn't know how to say it out loud.

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

A small collection of poems written in stillness. Fragments of thought, memory, and quiet feeling.

They said her smile was perfect. They never noticed it was just a mask. But he did. He didn't offer comfort, only cruel honesty. Cold. Unforgiving. The kind of boy who cut deeper than silence. She swore she hated him. But if that were true...why did her heart always find it's way back to him?

There are loves that do not end with goodbye- they simply learn how to stay quiet. Ma, I'm Still Talking to You is a reflective monologue novel about a daughter learning to live with the absence of her mother. Through memories, unspoken gratitude, quiet regret, forgiveness, and prayer, this story explores grief not as something to overcome, but as something to carry with grace. Written in calm, poetic prose, this book does not offer loud sorrow. It moves gently-like someone learning how to breathe again after loss. This novel is a tribute to mothers, and a safe space for anyone who has loved deeply, lost painfully, and is still learning how to continue without forgetting.

This is the journal I write in when life feels quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. The place where love gets messy, calm gets interrupted, and I learn who I am in the moments between the two. These entries aren't polished. They're raw, unfiltered, and written from the space between wanting peace and chasing fire. If you've ever loved someone you shouldn't, waited for someone who didn't show up, or felt yourself slipping in and out of chaos - this is for you.

This book is not written for anyone specific. It is written for a feeling. For the person I imagine on quiet nights. For the version of love that hasn't arrived yet. If you've ever missed someone you've never met, maybe this book is for you.

They almost loved me. But they left - quietly, completely. I waited. I broke. And then, I chose me. Almost Love, Always Me is a four-part reflection on love that never stayed... and the one person who always did: ME A journey through heartbreak and healing

(by @SapphireSpeaks) She said, "Speak now or stay silent forever." So I stepped up to the mic- voice shaking, soul leaking, and told the truth anyway. These ain't just poems. These are survival spells. Confessions with cracked teeth. Love letters written in the dark. Pain turned into power. Faith that limps, but still walks. If you've ever wanted to scream but only had ink, this is for you. Snap if it hits. Stay if it heals.

✨ They met as strangers, fell in love as soulmates, and lost each other to time. Years later, destiny brings them face to face again - with memories that ache and hearts that still beat for the past. In a world that moved on, can love find its way... not once, but twice in one lifetime? A heartwarming tale of lost love, second chances, and the kind of bond that refuses to fade. For everyone who believes in eternal love, this story will touch your soul. 💫

*Release every friday 6pm* These are not love poems/stories They are fragments of presence. Traces left behind after a look, a silence, a message unanswered. I wrote them without knowing if anyone would ever read them and that's maybe why they feel real. Some were born from fascination. Some from longing. Others from the simple act of noticing. They weren't written to be understood. Just to be felt, for a second, by someone who might know what it's like to feel too much and say almost nothing. By @eicsmarie

Talking alone on social media with zero likes and no interactions actually reminds you how life works and how lonely the human experience is in real life too.

A reflective piece on how happiness changes once you become aware of its cost and the decision to keep choosing it anyway.

Words... unsaid Words from the heart Feelings... untold

In this reality, emotions are not just feelings - they are characters. Some small. Some loud. Some soft-spoken, yet impossible to ignore. They appear at random, live under the skin, behind the eyes, between breaths. Some arrive uninvited. Some wait patiently to be seen. There are too many of them to name. Too many to fully understand. They don't wear labels. They don't introduce themselves. Sometimes they arrive disguised - familiar faces with unfamiliar voices. Sometimes, two emotions look almost identical, but they are not twins. Nobody is a twin here. One might whisper comfort while the other cuts with silence. One might teach, the other only echoes. Each story explores them - sometimes as a friend, sometimes as a stranger. This is not a perfect map of the emotional spectrum. This is just a journal from inside it.

After the haunting events of The Last Note, Terry Gudas tries to rebuild his life through the one thing that's always been both his curse and his salvation: music. But when echoes of the past begin to slip through his recordings, and mysterious messages from his lost love resurface, Terry finds himself spiraling between memory and madness. Each note he plays pulls him deeper into the truth-and closer to a love that refuses to stay buried. As reality begins to unravel, Terry must face the question that's haunted him since the day she left: Was she ever really gone... or has she been waiting for him in the silence all along? A dark, psychological romance about grief, obsession, and the thin line between love and insanity-The Last Note II is the chilling finale that will stay echoing long after the music stops.

A collection for the in-between- between rooted and restless, between holding on and letting go.

I grew up quiet - not because I had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles