Historias de Emotionalwriting

Isha -"tujhe jeet jeet vaarun, mai praan praan vaaru." Shivansh-"tu jo choole pyaar se, araam se mit jaaun." He was the discipline of dawn. She was the prayer of dusk. He stood in devotion. She knelt in faith. When he walked, the earth bowed; when she smiled, the universe exhaled. He was the soldier who worshipped the soil he bled for, and she was the girl who turned pain into worship. What began as innocence, bloomed into surrender. What began as silence, became Shiv Sakti , a love that wasn't about possession, but about becoming one in devotion.

Sarai Rivers doesn't do second chances. Not with love. Not with friendship. Not with Micah Ellis. But when she lands a job at Vanta Communications, the last person she expects to see is him-older, sharper, and pretending not to know her. Their history is carved into stairwells and silence, into rooftop nights and unsent letters. Now, in a city that never sleeps, Sarai must navigate new beginnings, old wounds, and the quiet ache of what could've been. And Micah? He's still hers. Still Yours is a slow-burn romance about missed chances, emotional restraint, and the kind of love that finds its way back-no matter how long it's been lost. © 2025 Tashae Jones. All rights reserved. This work is entirely fictional and the property of the author. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the author's written permission.

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

"Letters I Never Sent" by Cika Writes How many words were left unspoken? How many wounds were hidden behind a quiet smile? These letters were never meant to be sent... but they were meant to heal. This book is a collection of emotional confessions, tender reflections, and quiet truths from a heart that has endured- and survived. If you have ever loved deeply, hurt silently, or hoped quietly... these letters are for you. May every page remind you that your feelings matter, and your heart deserves peace.

If only someone had asked... maybe the pain wouldn't have felt this heavy." These pages hold the parts of her heart that were ignored- the silent ache, the questions left hanging, and the love that forced her to stay strong even when breaking. This is where she writes what she never said aloud. A quiet story of endurance, soft wounds, and a woman who kept loving... even when no one knew how much it cost her.

May all your cigarettes taste like me

*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

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." 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. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 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

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.

Your wallflower through times and seasons. Gleamed golden with an inside of crimson.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE OKAY TO KEEP READING, YOU JUST HAVE TO BE SOMEONE, WHO ONCE LOVED DEEPLY ..🥀 This isn't healing. It's heartbreak with no closure. It's a quiet ache that lingers long after the love is gone. Some stories don't scream. Some just whisper... I miss you in a hundred different ways. This book isn't here to fix you. It's here to sit with you- in the 2AM silence, in the ache behind "I'm fine," in the kind of love that didn't survive, but never really left. If you've ever loved someone so deeply it destroyed you quietly- welcome. These pages were written for you.

From the moment we started working side by side, it was as if the world softened around us - a quiet knowing in a glance, a delicate spark that whispered we were meant to be. Our eyes met with a gentle promise, a silent language only hearts could understand. But then, without warning, something slipped between us - a shadow that silenced the warmth and froze the moments we thought were ours. What was once real began to feel like a fragile game, full of unspoken words and unanswered questions. Now, caught between hope and heartbreak, the question lingers: when love is both impossible and inevitable, how do you choose what comes next?

(✿◠ᴗ◠) : in a small town, summer lingers in quiet fragments - the hum of cicadas, the scent of wet pavement after rain, the gentle sway of a wind chime at your open window. you never meant to keep a record of him. the old camcorder was supposed to be for someone else, just proof of passing days. but then he looked up. and suddenly, every tape carried more than you planned. he laughs too loud, moves too fast, says things before he can stop himself. still, there are moments - under the awning, by the vending machines, beneath the lanterns - where silence says more than either of you know how to. what do you keep when memory is slippery? what do you show, and what do you hold back for yourself? sometimes the most important parts are the ones you never press play on.

Some weddings unite hearts. Hers awakened a curse. When an ancient ritual is repeated in a forgotten temple, secrets buried across lifetimes begin to rise. Love, fate, and blood are tangled in a fire that refuses to die. In a world where shadows remember what you forgot and soulmates are cursed instead of blessed, can love still win? This is a tale of hidden truths, broken timelines, temple vows, and a devotion that defies death itself. If you believe that some love stories are written in ashes, then this one was waiting for you. Written by Jharna, for the ones who feel everything too deeply. © All rights reserved.

"The Ghostwriter" is a powerful, emotional short story about a young writer (myself) who faces harsh criticism and judgment for using AI tools to help shape her work. Misunderstood and labeled by people who don't know her truth, she is told her stories are "weird," "fake," or "too much." Some even twist the meaning of her romance novels - calling them things they're not. But through it all, she holds onto her voice, her truth, and her passion. This story is about more than writing - it's about healing. It's about turning pain into art, surviving judgment, and learning to stop apologizing for how you express your truth. For anyone who's ever been told they aren't good enough, or who's had to defend their passion - this story is for you.

✨ 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. 💫

Months after the scandal dies down, they finally learn the truth. Seven envelopes. Each one addressed to them in her handwriting. Inside-her words, her memories, her last goodbyes. Along with something they never expected: a copy of her death certificate. Now, every boy must face the letter written for them... and write one in return. Because sometimes, the hardest things to live with are the things left unsaid.

When sixteen-year-old Aira Mehta moves from Pune to Mumbai, she expects nothing more than noise, traffic, and endless humidity. Quiet, anxious, and often lost in her sketchbook, she finds comfort only in the small balcony of her new home - until one evening, a soft tune drifts in from the house next door. On the other side of that wall lives Arav Sharma, eighteen, confident, calm, and everything Aira's not. A twelfth grader with a guitar and a quiet heart, Arav notices the new girl who mumbles to herself and never quite looks up. What begins as awkward silences, stolen glances, and neighbourly hellos slowly turns into something deeper - a story of two teens figuring out love, friendship, and themselves under the same Mumbai sky.

For the ones who cry quietly, love recklessly, and carry everyone else's weight while fading out of their own lives. She wasn't the golden child. Not the pretty one. Not the gifted one. Just the girl who kept showing up, even when no one remembered she was there. This isn't a fairy tale. It's the aching story of a girl who never wanted to die - she just didn't want to exist like this. A story written in Uber rides, guilt-drenched prayers, accidental mistakes, shame-colored memories, and soft-spoken survival. Not to inspire. Not to fix. Just to finally be seen.

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.