Emotionalwriting Stories

The times when we choose ourselves.

Inside the grand music room of Velmorian University known as The Ivory Hall, doon ko unang nasilayan ang isang lalaking tila hindi ginawa para sa ordinaryong mundo. Ang kaniyang mga daliring sumasayaw sa ibabaw ng grand piano, at presensyang parang hinugot lamang mula sa isang kathang-isip na nobela. Masyado siyang perpekto upang maging totoo. Maging sa pagiging totoo niya at sa ugaling parang imahinasyon, ay doon ko tuloyang naging bahagi siya ng kuwento ko. Subalit sa katagalan siya na mismo ang naging kuwento. Chapter after chapter, poem after poem, I wrote him with trembling hands and a heart far too devoted for fiction. At mula roon, nabuo ang aking nobelang may pamagat na: "A Man Higher Than Fiction." Dahil sa lahat ng tulang naisulat ko, sa lahat ng nobelang aking binuo, mayroon lamang akong iisang paborito, ang lalaking naging sentro at bida sa aking kwento. "Among every poem I have written, every story I tried to create... you were the only one who felt like art instead of fiction." -Celestia Evangeline Verona ✍️

Behind every fictional character I wrote, there was always a real emotion I never fully knew how to explain. Not a Novel is simply the unfiltered version of that person the mind behind the stories, the military obsessions, the overthinking, and all the feelings that stayed long after the books ended.

I never fell for your words. I fell for your silence your kindness and the spaces where I thought love was quietly growing. Perhaps that was my greatest mistake Mistake your ordinary for something my heart believed was extraordinary.

Where the flower blooms, the butterfly follows. She blooms quietly, like a flower waiting for sunlight. He drifts through life like a butterfly-drawn to beauty, terrified to land. When their paths cross, something shifts: her kindness becomes pollen he can't help but carry, and his silence becomes the wind that stirs her petals. But even the softest connection can change everything.

Midnight සිතුවිලි අසුරා තබමි;

Between Quiet Moments There are feelings we never explain out loud. Moments where anxiety quietly sits beside us. Moments where silence feels safer than speaking. Moments where we try to exist without being misunderstood. This collection is made from those moments. Not every poem here is searching for answers. Some are simply trying to breathe through ordinary days, awkward conversations, crowded places, quiet thoughts, and emotions we struggle to name.

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

Reflections is a collection of short pieces - a space for random thoughts, feelings, and little moments that stick with you. Some are quiet, some messy, but all honest. Take a moment, read, and maybe find a bit of yourself in these words. A place to pause, think, and just feel.

The Quiet Parts of Me an open letter to the parts of me that stayed silent for too long. The Quiet Parts of Me is a collection of the words I never said, the feelings I learned to hide, and the quiet moments that held more than they should have. This is where the silence finally learns how to speak.

It's for everyone. Both those that have already tried recovery and those who are still fighting. I'm here to support. All of you, all of us. Because we all matter. I'm not a professional. Not a psychologist, psychiatrist. Just an ed survivor, writing from lived experience. Skip if you find these triggering - I completely understand. I believe that we all deserve support, and much better than the world that portrays serious diseases as "success stories" or "becoming healthier, prettier." We can do better. In short, this is a series about eating disorders and everything related to them: relapses, beginnings, the process, healing, society's influence, and recovery. I write about things that affect me as a person who has, and still is struggling with this little trap in her mind that says to give up. And that's why I'm creating this. We need something else besides the constant skinny obsession, don't we? Even if you decide not to read any of the chapters - I get it. If you don't agree with my point of view that I share in this project, that's alright. I'm not trying to convince anyone to my mind. I'm trying to let people with invisible, underrated struggles be heard, seen. And you're valid. You're enough. There're more of us. We are no longer silent. We're here for ourselves - that's already a big step toward healing. I'm not going to tell you that recovery is the same for everyone. I'm not going to tell you that people won't comment on your appearance. I'm not going to tell you that you'll always love yourself after recovery. But I am going to, at least try, to convince you that being alive is worth more than looking a certain way. You think feeling your bones is hot? You know what's more? BEING ALIVE. Healing is a process. And it's hard. But as long as you are alive, you always have a chance. I'm not one of the perfectly recovered ones. I see this trap. I've lived in it. I still do. But I'm not afraid of speaking about it - until someone finally hears me.

"I've never fallen in love. Not once. And yet, I wonder about it more than anyone I know." This book is a quiet, personal journey through one woman's thoughts, feelings, and memories. In each chapter, she opens the door to a part of herself: love, loneliness, dreams, fears, and everything in between. With honesty, vulnerability, and a voice that sounds like a late-night conversation with your soul, this is not a story of perfection-it's a story of being human. If you've ever felt like an outsider in your own emotions, or like you're watching life from a distance, this book is for you.

She didn't question it. Not this time. When their eyes met, it wasn't curiosity - it was recognition. The kind that feels older than memory and deeper than logic. After a lifetime of wearing shoes that almost fit, she finally encounters something different. Not perfect. But real. And that is what terrifies her the most. Because for the first time... love isn't a game. It's something she might actually have to trust.

Duty is sharp. Devotion sharper. In a world of discipline, honor, and shadowed halls, Lan Wangji's quiet devotion with Xie Lian hides a bond that should never exist. Every glance, every wordless moment carries the weight of unspoken feelings. A story of loyalty, restraint, and the kind of connection that can't be named aloud. -🌟- #wuxia #xianxia #chinesefantasy #darkfiction #forbiddenbond #platoniclove #emotionalwriting #haunting #poeticprose #loneliness

Shattered dreams. Shattered life. Miroska - a boy who once dreamed of leaving a legacy through art - now drowns in a life he never wanted. Born into a family of doctors and engineers, he traded his sketches and sculptures for textbooks and sleepless nights. All to feel loved. All to be "enough." He studies, obeys, and breaks quietly beneath the weight of their expectations. A heart drained, a soul fading - and yet, a tiny spark of hope remains. One day, he tells himself, I'll live for me. That day begins when he meets Vanya - a carefree, struggling sculptor who chased his passion and lost everything else. Family. Stability. Love. But unlike Miroska, he's free - and happy in his ruin. Their worlds collide: the boy who buried his dreams, and the boy who burned everything for his. As their bond deepens, their art and pain intertwine, leading them down a path of beauty, obsession, and destruction. Everyone has dreams. But one chose what the other couldn't. Revived dreams. Broken family.

✨ 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. 💫

A young woman walks a difficult path filled with challenges, heartbreak, and quiet battles no one sees. Yet with unshakable faith, inner strength, and a brave, steady spirit, she rises above every obstacle. Her journey is not loud or dramatic-it is a gentle, powerful unfolding of resilience. This is the story of a girl who learns that even the softest heart can become the strongest warrior when guided by hope and determination.

A missing person. A house swollen with silence and storm. Cassian Rosier, once a profiler, now just a man chasing ghosts through rain-soaked floorboards and fragmented timelines. This is what he wrote when the case files went cold-but the feeling didn't.

This is not a love story. It's a memory. Of waiting, watching, and quietly breaking. She was just another face in the crowd... until his eyes lingered on her screenname a little longer. A fan. An idol. A promise. A silence. A disappearance. And then another. Told through poetic chapters, this is a quiet unraveling of what it means to care deeply for someone you might never meet, and to hold space for them even in their absence. For every fan who stayed, hoped, and hurt a little... This is for you.

She sees him at the station every day. One day, she dreams of him asking for help. The next day... he speaks to her like he remembers her too. But neither of them knows what they're remembering.