Honestwriting Stories

This is not fiction The Longest Promise is a true story - mine Nothing has been changed or added, every moment, every word and every silence is exactly as it happened. . . . He sat beside me in silence. He laughed with me over nothing. Then one day, he left. And I waited. For years. For a memory. For a promise that was never made - but never broken. This is our story. Or maybe just mine.

This is a raw and honest glimpse into what it feels like to hide sadness behind a fake smile. When people judge without understanding, and you're just trying to be yourself in a world that expects more. Sometimes life isn't about pretending everything is okay - it's about admitting it's not.

Just a bunch of poetry I've written

Talking alone on social media with zero likes and no interactions actually reminds you how life works and how lonely the human experience is in real life too.

Teenage years are supposed to be fun, right? Yeah... Oyin missed that memo. Puberty didn't "glow her up", it dragged her. Life kept serving premium gbas gbos. God felt far. And being "the smart girl" suddenly stopped solving anything. This isn't a wild story. It's a true one.. raw, soft, and a little too relatable. A survival diary disguised as a book. Twenty phases of growing up without a manual: breaking, healing, repeating... and somehow still laughing through the chaos. If you've ever felt confused, overwhelmed, insecure, or like everyone else got life's instructions except you.. WELCOME !You're home. Read if you want something real, a little messy, and low-key comforting. Orr if you just want to feel seen for once. 🌚🤟🏾

"Born to Die" is a deeply personal collection of thoughts, memories, and buried pain. Through raw poetry and quiet reflection, author opens the door to her inner world, one shaped by depression, unspoken hurt, and the weight of existing. This book is not just a story, but a companion for the silent battles, the nights that never seem to end, and the feelings you were never allowed to name. It's a reminder that even in the darkest places, your voice matters.

The Sky That Bent is a collection of journal entries and poetry written through the years that tried to break me. These pages hold abandonment, depression, trauma, grief, heartbreak, survival, love, and the quiet moments that changed me. Some pieces are raw. Some are soft. Some were written in the dark. All of them are true. This is the story of a girl who bent with every storm- but never snapped. - Skye Bloom

Monologue and wishful thoughts

UPDATE :- EVERY SUNDAY Welcome to the grand circus called society-where every woman is given a free manual of rules the moment she's born. Don't laugh too loud. Don't dress too bold. Don't dream too big. Basically, exist, but politely. This book isn't your typical "inspirational lecture." It's a brutally honest, laugh-so-you-don't-cry commentary on the rules we never signed up for, written with sarcasm sharp enough to slice through hypocrisy. From "The Great Feminism Sale (Buy 1 Freedom, Get 99 Rules Free)" to "The Career Compass That Points Anywhere But North," each chapter holds up a mirror to the double standards we live in. Spoiler, the reflection is ugly, but at least we can joke about it. If you've ever been told you're too much or not enough, congratulations-you're already the target audience.

"Sit beside what's left of me" is not just a poem. It's a quiet scream, a soft ache - a love letter to all the unspoken thoughts we hide behind smiles. For anyone who has ever felt invisible, unwanted, or hollow - this is for you. You are not alone. And your softness doesn't make you weak. Read it when it's 2 AM and everything feels too loud. Or when it's silent and you just need someone to understand.

This isn't a real book. It's not some perfect collection of poems with deep meanings and perfect lines. Its just... me. My thoughts. My feelings. The little things I think about when I can't sleep, or when I feel too much and don't know where to put it. I didn't write these to impress anyone. I just wrote them because I had to. If you're here expecting something polished and poetic, you might be in the wrong place. But if you've ever felt a little messy, a little quiet, a little lost in your own head Maybe you'll find a piece of yourself in mine.

Have you ever wondered what's really inside them? Not the version they show. Not the smiles or the silence. But the voice they only use in the dark - the one even they barely let themselves hear. These pieces aren't about personalities or categories. They're about what people hide just beneath the surface. We peeled back the charm. The armor. The act. What's left isn't polished - but it's real. You won't find names here. Only colors - because sometimes, that's all we have when we're trying to describe the weight of a soul.

Hey. So this isn't the full story-just the beginning. Think of it like a warm-up. I'm writing all of this from memory, exactly how I remember it, no filters. Some stuff might sound fake, but that's your call. I lie a lot, but I'm also weirdly honest. Welcome to Nine Lives Liven. Let's see how long you stick around.

Ever had one of those days where reality just... glitches? 😭 This whole situation had me laughing, stressed, and side-eyeing the universe at the same time. I was just minding my business - tired, emotional, trying to eat, post on TikTok, and breathe - when out of nowhere, this dude popped up out the blue like it was some kind of movie scene I didn't agree to star in. 💀 He swore he saw me at church (like... what church??) talking about "I seen you in the line." Sir, no you didn't. If you did, you would've seen me mid panic attack, slamming a cart like a WWE match. 😭 I'm out here crying one minute, sleeping the next, feeding my dog, eating ravioli, and now I'm dealing with people making up sightings like I'm a celebrity. It's funny now, but in the moment? I was so done. Still trying to figure out how somebody imagines a whole encounter that never happened. Like bro, don't come disturb my peace - especially when I finally managed to sit still for once. The universe got jokes, for real. This story ain't even about drama - it's about the chaos of being human, the randomness of life, and the people who swear they know your every move when you're just trying to survive another day. So yeah... I laughed. Hard. Because if I don't laugh, I'll probably scream. 😂

This isn't a diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A young woman documents the slow, messy, unglamorous process of changing her life - from the inside out. No fake motivation. No forced optimism. Just daily check-ins, failed efforts, strange dreams, financial worries, silent longings, and the stubborn will to keep going. Not quite broken. Not quite healed. Just... almost. And maybe that's enough for now.

✨ Description: A month inside my mind - raw, unfiltered, and real. Some days will be sunshine. Some days will be stormy. But every word will be true. 💭 Author's Note: Welcome to my mind - a place where thoughts don't wear filters. Every entry here is a piece of me: the random, the deep, the funny, and sometimes the ones that don't make any sense at all. I'm not writing to impress anyone; I'm just writing to breathe. If you ever find a little piece of yourself in my words, then maybe... we're not so different after all. - Jean (WinterBear) 🌚🌙.

Four monologues. Zero chill. One tired writer trying to find meaning somewhere between religion, sarcasm, and the Wattpad algorithm. Welcome to a world where Deadpool might write psalms, and being underrated feels more spiritual than trending. If you came for romance - sorry, this is trauma in lowercase.

Just a girl who feels too much, thinks too deep, and writes when she can't explain things out loud. trying to find myself somewhere between work, love & late-night thoughts.

"This is my truth laid bare - unfiltered, raw, and unapologetic. Every line carries the weight of heartbreak, loss, and the silent strength it takes to rise again. If you've ever felt betrayed, unseen, or broken, this poem is for you. Step into the depths of emotion and feel what it means to be completely human."

Stitched from Silence There are people who learn early that silence speaks louder than words. That not being chosen leaves a mark. That love, even when quiet, can still be fierce. This book is made of moments most don't talk about - memories too small to be noticed, and too sharp to forget. Told in a quiet, unfolding chronology, each piece reveals the slow shaping of a person who never quite fit - not in classrooms, not in photos, not in conversations that mattered. A story for anyone who's ever felt like too much, or not quite enough. A story stitched from silence.