Emptiness Stories

𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞... 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚.. Adhrit#Shravani. No.. No..Love, what are you doing love ?" His voice trembled with panic. "Please, come forward. Look you're right at the edge. You'll fall... It's not safe. Please." He saw his wife in the most shattered state standing near the cliff, her figure trembling, her eyes distant and hollow. "I... I won't," Shravani whispered, her voice cracking. "I deserve this..." Her legs quivered, hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. "No... Please, don't do this," he pleaded, stepping closer. "I can't live without you." Devit#Taara "D...Dev..." she began, voice almost lost . He stepped back, shaking his head. "No... Don't come near me," Dev said, broken. "I'm not worthy of anyone's love." "That's not true, Dev," Taara said softly. "You are worthy of love, of care, of healing." "She... she left me," he whispered, barely audible over the rain. "When I needed her the most... she left. " Ishaan#Khasvi Their eyes locked. Neither blinked. "You didn't trust me," she said, her voice trembling. "You thought I was the one at fault..." Ishaan's voice broke through the storm. "Please, just listen to me once..." His eyes usually so guarded now brimmed with vulnerability. She held back a sob, then smiled bitterly. "Don't worry," she said coldly. "I'll make sure you get the pleasure of watching me marry someone else."

"I never thought that for my life to get better, the one person that gave me reason to live would have to die." Anastasia Quill is heartbroken when her sister commits suicide. But when The Doctor swoops into her life like a madman, whisking her away on adventures far beyond what she can imagine, she finds out there may be more to her than a simple bakery owner. But true to her luck, things may not always be as smooth as they are in the beginning. First book in my Time series. Disclaimer: I do not own any Doctor Who characters. In this story, the only major character I own is Anastasia.

When people betray you, you don't just lose trust in them. You lose yourself. Aiden stopped explaining a long time ago. At school, he's quiet. Invisible. Forgotten. At home, silence says more than words ever did. But online, under the name BellAfterMidnight, his words are everywhere- felt by thousands who don't know his face. Between a past that blamed him, a family that noticed too late, an obsession that won't let go, and a nameless girl on a school rooftop who listens without asking- this is the story of a boy learning that silence can protect you... but it can't heal you. A slow-burn, emotional story about trauma, anonymity, and quiet connection.

Hello, my dear readers hope you enjoy my poetry. I just wanted to convey my feeling through this poetry hope it did. Thank you so much my dear readers ❤✌

Tw ,self-harm, anxiety attacks ,abuse . Ever had misunderstandings and lack of communication .the feeling that u will never be understood until someone finally does but not for long .

A collection of things - Thoughts, lyrics and poetry.

she loved him... her future husband with the core of her heart.. she loved her step sister dearly... she loved her mother... she loved her father.... she loved everybody.... but she never got love in return..... they used her.... they just USED her.... he was innocent... he was mentally retarded... or it was just what she thought.... the story of betrayal, love, aggression , possessiveness and passion... but above all it's the story of the most heavenly couple SWASAN..... Cover credit: @mahi016

My most recent complete poetry collection!! 🖤 "I don't know fear I don't know shame But I can see it on a face..." ✒️📜 •The story of a lonely scribe• 📜🖋️ My 5th poetry collection

This book is a cure for a girl who is depressed when no one can understand you or yourself for the confusion of what happened at the beginning and end of your life. Emotions, sadness, happiness, sorrow, laughter, betrayal, disappointment, love, attention, trauma have been experienced alone. Painful memories continue to play like a tangled cassette, destruction on the verge of breaking at any time. Not infrequently, loneliness is a friend to yourself, in the end relatives, family, friends, boyfriends and people we love, those people you know, will go one by one, in the end only you alone build a ladder for what you want to achieve alone with wounds. short encouragement, long wounds. Life is like a circus, acting as a bird in a cage. trying to be a star sitting with the moon but unfortunately the self is a dried out flower on a barren stretch of land. This heart is like broken ceramic even though it is repaired it will not change anything. This book is a heartfelt word written with mixed metaphors, this book is a line of life's journey leading the storm to become bright, a medicine for all medicines and a friend to fill the void to regain light and color to illuminate this dark path and a world that will never be fair.

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This story is about a little girl that felt pain and emptiness at a very early age. This followed her until her 30s. Pain and emptiness, has caused her relationships with men to be a complete failure. Repeatedly. This story is not to offend anyone. This story is for anybody that can relate to my story.

are overwhelming and intense feelings going to cause her to change her choices?

words i can't say... yet or better left unsaid I'm on IG btw: @jp.blankspace

Some of my poems

“Jenna stands there in astonishment as Ethan goes help Chuck collect her belongings. She turns to Mr. Harris. “What am I suppose to do now? How am I suppose to work? ” He replies, without any type of sympathy, “You're not. Until this is over, you are suspended. ” ” Jenna Stevens is a journalist for the New York Chronicles. She reports on the big crimes that happens in the world. So, when a new murder emerges from the shadows, she is the first one on it. She'll do anything to get the story. She'll even try to solve it herself. Jenna has no idea what she is getting into when she decides to interfere with this particular case. Things get so hectic, that she even becomes a suspect. Will she be able to prove her innocence and continue with her life? Or will she go down for something she didn't do? New Part Every Wednesday/Thursday @3:30

A poem I wrote a while back about lonely children who have to let go of their imaginary friends.

A diamond that is always longed for and awaited by every human being, without these diamonds humans will feel themselves to be arrogant, greedy, cruel, begis and hit each other. This is stated in a quote by a philosophy named "Stevenson" (1988), the contents of the quote are "We lost our concepts to the Central of the Moral of Life, and the point of view is coming out to fall in the sand". Understanding a life that only believes in oneself, regardle to what we have sacrificed. Until time passed rapidly, the greatest karma he had to live with and the greatest strength finally returned to happiness, which had only been a mere treat. This story is a true story, the main role and place deliberately disguised, so that later this story can be used for lessons in us deciding to get married and what is the meaning of a marriage. If you like this story, please like or just give some comment in below! Perhaps, #2020 this is my fourth anthology collections, I wish on the next year can be release as a book for real in the bookstore✍

Life is not always 'rainbows and cupcakes' instead mostly its 'gray skies and raging storms'. This collection of poetry is a piece of me going through these days of my life when the sky is clear n sun shining bright and some days gray sky and a tormenting storm. I hope you'll have a nice time going through my works.

"Poetry has conquered and prevailed my existence." This is my first book, and it's a combination of poetry and tragedy in "free verse form", so I'm not bounded to any rules of writing poetry, because simply that's how I like to write poetry, and that's what I enjoy to think about. This book is a book that I wrote in a way I cannot explain, contains untold stories I had and stories I had heard of. So, welcome here in my mind. It's like a night at the theatre, a dream of a thousand years, a light of a first hope.. "It's a random collection of how I see things."

I write what I failed to say