Fictionbasedonreality Stories

Sunflowers 🌻✨ She was born beneath the shadow of devotion twisted into chains. Among sunflowers, she tasted fleeting freedom, the golden petals whispering of a life beyond pain. But darkness came like fire, devouring innocence and leaving her spirit charred and silent. This is the story of a girl raised in a cult of burning secrets, her body marked by betrayal, her heart haunted by screams. Yet within the ash lies her ember - the quiet, stubborn hope that one day she will rise, carrying the echoes of her trauma not as a curse, but as a testament to her unbreakable soul.

there's a new boy at school and an annoying girl wants to welcome him. Is there something more to this girl than her annoyingly loud personality?

A love that bloomed in an online world, only to vanish without a trace. When two strangers connected in a family themed RP group chat, they never imagined they'd fall for each other. But as their digital romance grew, life threw unexpected twists. Love, heartbreak, and a mystery that never truly ended sometimes, some people are just unforgettable.

Setelah orang tuanya meninggal sehari sebelum wisuda, Mentari memilih untuk mengubur dirinya di dalam apartemen yang kini terasa seperti makam. Depresi menyerangnya. Cita-cita untuk lanjut S2 dalam-dalam ia kubur, sebab alasan untuk mencapai puncak sudah tidak ada, orang tuanya sudah meninggal. Hari-harinya diisi oleh keheningan, bayangan masa lalu, dan upaya sang kakak, Raka, yang tak pernah lelah menjaganya. Di tengah keputusasaannya, takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang cowok di layar ponsel. Cowok itu, dengan "yapping" ceria dan senyum di layar ponselnya melalui Live Toktok, menjadi satu-satunya alasan Tari untuk keluar dari kegelapan. Ia mulai merawat diri, berobat, dan perlahan-lahan hidup kembali. Hingga suatu hari cowok itu menghilang, membuat Tari dan ribuan followersnya bertanya-tanya. Kemana dia? Kenapa sudah tidak pernah Live lagi?

🌙 When the Stars Forgot Us By Trezlyn Roberts We weren't official-but he felt like home. Between late-night talks and soft promises, I started to believe in love again... until he proved he wasn't staying. Now I'm learning to let go of someone I never really had, facing betrayal, heartbreak, and the silence he left behind. This is my story-of almosts, of healing, and of hoping the stars get it right next time.

Dear random reader, This story is fiction based on facts. I am a part of the story but I altered my physical appearance as well as my personality and let's just say it's a made up character with my name. Non of this actually happened. I do not write stories about my life, that's just conceited. All of this? I guarantee you all that it is fiction I can guarantee you that I do not live in front of a park nor do I have or had a boyfriend. Again. This is fiction. This is for a friend of mine. ----- This is for another friend of mine. Someone who has potential at something he's not passionate about, and passionate about something he has no potential whatsoever. Thank you for accepting a love not given back. Thank you for acting tough when all you could've done was to break down. And thank you for pretending that it didn't hurt. This is for you Δevon.

(A story where silence speaks louder than any apology.) --- ✒️ Wattpad Description: > Aarohi never wanted love. But she wanted honesty - the kind that stays when no one's watching. Vivaan flirted with the world but cried in front of her. Samar offered affection that felt like a deal. And Anya? She turned Aarohi's silence into scandal. This is not a love story. This is what happens after you're blamed, blocked, and quietly remembered. "If love is just lust wrapped in better grammar, maybe I was never meant to speak that language."

It started with a dream. His face. His eyes. That unspoken warmth. We were never close, not really. But my heart kept dragging him into my sleep as if my mind had a question that reality never answered. I saw him again. In real life. But this time, he wasn't alone. This is not a love story. This is a quiet story about what could've been if dreams had the power to rewrite reality. Some stories never begin, yet they leave a mark forever.