Fragments Stories

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

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"Fragments of Me" is a raw, unflinching exploration of trauma, love, and self-discovery. Through the lens of a woman struggling with the aftermath of years of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of her mother, this story uncovers the painful patterns that echo through generations. As she navigates the complexities of her relationship with her caring husband, she must confront the demons of her past and find a way to break the cycle of pain. This is a story of healing, hope, and the strength it takes to choose a different path.

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

the quiet tragedy of waking up

Haven has lived a peaceful life for twenty years when the Old World decides to come knocking at its door. Will the leaders have enough time to prepare? Highest ranking: 3 in Finaldraft 6 in fragments 271 in Confusion

Poems of lies,hurt, world and love.

Entry for Challenge 12 of #SciFriday Friday 13th March through Friday 27th March Topic is "space debris" and this link was provided: http://www.aerospace.org/cords/ These sources were used for additional reference: http://www.permanent.com/asteroids-impact-earth-neo.html https://youtu.be/jSKL9BBEZ0w https://youtu.be/tN_CvGJKMOs

Some secrets don't stay buried. Especially when the girl who held them disappears. When eighteen years old Kailany Maddox vanishes after a bonfire in the coastal town of Ashton Shores, the community is quick to label it a runaway. But when cryptic journal entries, fractured friendships, and whispers of a long-buried tragedy begin to surface, it becomes clear. Kailany wasn't running. She was hunted. Detective Cassidy Keene, still recovering from a case that nearly destroyed her, is brought in to cut through the silence the locals refuse to break. As she pieces together Kailany's final days, Cassidy is forced to confront demons of her own. Each truth uncovered pulls Cassidy deeper into a web of obsession, betrayal, and grief. And the closer she gets to justice, the more she realizes: This town remembers everything. It just chooses what to forget. ───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆─── This book is written for TEGSA hosted by @AprilJester 🏆Ambys 2025 Favorite ───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆───•───⋆·✦·⋆───

23 years old, April Valentine finds the love of her life. Damien Augustine, the handsome soldier who happened to pass through the town with his troops. The love at first sight touched both young hearts, but the dreams were broken soon. Damien left with a promise to write letters till he returned back. But April never received a single letter from him. Would the two lovers ever unite or Damien's dark secrets would drift them apart forever? Fragments from April's personal diary and unanswered letters to Damien.

pieces of a puzzle i'm not sure i want to finish a messy compilation of late-night blurbs, rhythm-less poetry, and the thoughts too loud to keep inside. welcome to the pages of my mind

Not a story. Not a beginning or an ending. Just fragments. Of conversations, of thoughts, of things that were felt but never fully said. You're not meant to understand everything. Only to recognize something. Something that was already there, before you knew how to name it.

Mary is at a party when she hears some terrible news. Her brother, John made a big mistake and she was going to make sure he never messed up again. As with all my stories, feedback and criticisms are greatly appreciated! Anything you give me can help me write stories better to your liking in the future. Because I want to eventually write stories that get sold in book stores (yes I'm old) I really want to learn as much as I possibly can from all of my writing. So please, don't hold back. Don't worry about my feelings. I want to learn and I can't do that without feedback. Even if you just think my story is trash, that helps me to know! This short story was written as part of a writing exercise for a fiction writing class I was in, where we needed to come up with a large, dramatic premise and then go very granular to write just one scene of that story, focusing on a moment of immense tension or conflict.

these art makes you immortal

Of life and death. Of love and heartbreak. Of sin and truth. Of muses and tragedies. The world is a complex weave of binaries. And so is this book. [a collection of poems by Claudia]

Bits and pieces of love stories that could be in a novel - but aren't.

Life is a beautiful thing, but it can also be harsh and unforgiving. It can break you down and leave you feeling empty and lost. The broken trinkets of life are the shattered pieces of our hopes and dreams that we thought were unbreakable. They are the pieces of our hearts that have been shattered by disappointment, loss, and pain. Nihilism is the belief that life has no meaning or purpose. It is the idea that everything is ultimately meaningless and that there is no ultimate truth or value in anything. Nihilism can be a dark and depressing philosophy, but it can also be liberating in its own way. It can free us from the constraints of society and allow us to create our own meaning and purpose in life. The broken trinkets of life and nihilism often go hand in hand. When we experience loss and pain, it can be difficult to find meaning and purpose in life. We may feel like everything we once believed in has been shattered and that there is no point in trying anymore. This is where nihilism can come in and offer us a new perspective. It can help us see that the meaning and purpose we once believed in were just illusions, and that we have the power to create our own meaning and purpose in life. In a way, the broken trinkets of life and nihilism can be seen as two sides of the same coin. They both represent the struggle to find meaning and purpose in a world that can be cruel and unforgiving. But they also represent the potential for growth and transformation. When we embrace our brokenness and accept the nihilistic nature of the world, we can begin to rebuild ourselves and create a new sense of purpose and meaning in life.

fragments of tales inspired by avalon, celtic priestesses and the arthurian cycle

Dark poems are best means to deal with a dead soul.