Hopeful Stories

In the modern world, three souls begin to awaken. Zhuo Yichen wakes every night from the same nightmare-his hands gripping a sword, his blade sinking into a man's heart. Zhu Yan lives with a strange, unbearable ache in his chest. It flares when a certain boy accidentally brushes a hand over his heart, as if touching an old wound that never healed. Li Lun cannot understand why fire terrifies him, why flames paralyze him with grief instead of fear. None of them remember the life they once shared- a life built on devotion, shattered by sacrifice, and sealed by a vow to meet again. Now, fate prepares to reunite them. Three souls. Two shores. One river leading them back to each other.

For nearly a year, Emma Reed has lived inside the same routine. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Pretend she's fine. Most people think she's moved on. They think time did what time is supposed to do. What they don't know is that grief isn't always loud. Sometimes it hides in unopened boxes. Sometimes it waits in empty rooms. Sometimes it follows you home and sits quietly beside you while the world keeps moving forward. When a new neighbor moves into the apartment across the hall, Emma expects nothing more than awkward elevator rides and polite small talk. Instead, a simple act of kindness begins unraveling the walls she's spent years building around herself. But healing isn't about becoming who you were before. It's about learning who you are after everything changed. A story about loneliness, resilience, unexpected friendship, and the quiet courage it takes to keep going when no one sees the battle.

I write poetry and use writing prompts and start stories, chances are they'll be one of three things: simple, artsy, pretentious. All of them will be pretty bad. Bad art is better than no art, though, and more people need to let themselves make bad art, so this is what this is, a collection of rabbles, enjoy! [some of the earlier poems will have been posted on my message board prior to this, by the way, as i am unoriginal and seldom actually write] x

A book of poems from an amature author

~ This book is a collection of poems and deep thoughts ~ Embrace the power of solitude and reflection, creating a symphony of introspective poetry that delves into the depths of the human soul. ~~~~ I am no poet, this is my first time attempting it so please bear with me. lol Dictionaries are a huge help right now! Lol ~~~~ All rights reserved. I do not own any of the pictures that will be posted with the poems. If any are truly mine, I will say at the end of the poem. Please do not steal my work, and if you quote it anywhere please make sure you give me the credit and ask me before using it. Thank you!

Here is a compelling Wattpad description for Love Still Calls in Venice: Love Still Calls in Venice She came to Venice to survive a month. She stayed for a life. Four days before her wedding, Anne Hartley receives a text message that ends everything - the dress, the venue, the future she had spent years building. With nowhere else to go and a non-refundable honeymoon booking, she boards a plane to Venice alone, carrying nothing but a medium suitcase, a grief she hasn't fully understood yet, and a colour-coded itinerary that no longer means anything. She doesn't expect to find anything in Venice. She is wrong. In the fog of an October evening, she nearly falls into a canal - and a quiet, dark-eyed architect named Luca Moretti shows her the way back to her street. He is restoring a crumbling sixteenth-century palazzo on the Grand Canal. He has been giving everything he has to that building for three years. He does not, as a rule, give his attention to people passing through. But Anne is not quite passing through. What begins as a stumble in the fog becomes something neither of them planned - a slow, honest, deeply real love story that unfolds not in grand gestures but in the daily things: coffee at ten and three, canal walks at dusk, the way he shows her the real city instead of the postcard version, and the way she makes him see it again too. Love Still Calls in Venice is a story about what happens after the plan falls apart. About the building you find when the blueprint is gone. About the city that finds you when you are broken enough to need finding - and the man who shows you, quietly and completely, that the wrong direction was the only one that could have led here. This is not a story about heartbreak. It is a story about what grows from it.

One moment of choice, a lifetime of consequences. This curated selection of unique short stories and contest entries captures the high-stakes drama and quiet beauty of various genres. Be sure to explore this accrued but ever-growing collection and find something handcrafted to your interests. First Short Story OUT NOW! Do You Wanna Dance : Amidst the dirty snow and frosty air, Rita is slowly fading after being struck in a Hit & Run. This is a story that focuses on past choices and the fragile, idealized view that we are always given more time.

Tay is a quiet, observant teen with a past he refuses to speak of. Tahlia is all confidence, sharp comebacks, and perfect grades-but perfection has a price. When Tay transfers to her school, they seem like opposites. But one silent glance, one sketch, one storm-and everything begins to shift. As their connection deepens, memories surface. Wounds reopen. And both teens are forced to face the pain they've buried. In a world that only hears the loudest voices, Tay and Tahlia find truth in the quiet. Sometimes love doesn't strike like lightning-it grows in the silence between storms. Closing the distance between them. Welcome to the distance between us...

Kathir - who lives behind a careful silence bruised by doubt, shaped by loss, and expert at keeping people out. Isai - open, bright, endlessly talkative, yet carrying a quiet secret of her own. 🌙🤍 Slowly, naturally, she begins finding the parts of him he thought were closed forever. Their closeness grows through shared mornings, random conversations, silent understanding, and little moments that slowly begin to mean everything. 🦋🦢 But some truths are heavy enough to destroy a person completely. And Isai is hiding one of them. 🌊 The Waves and The Shore - A soft, emotional story about love, grief, healing, attachment, and two souls who found each other when they needed it the most. 🕊 - with love, Vanyra 🤎

Elysian Chapter 1 just got released and I love it so freaking much. The story I'm making is crap but I tried my best. It starts with chapter 2 because chapter 1 is already out. These characters are all owned by Shannon Messenger btw. Sorry if it sounds like another SoKeefe story, I don't mean to do that. great minds think alike! Ok, have fun!

A sick boy begins dreaming of a world where he can run, explore, and laugh without limits. There, he meets a cheerful boy who looks exactly like him-a version of himself untouched by illness. Together they travel across a beautiful dream world filled with wonder and adventure, becoming inseparable friends. But as the dreams grow longer and more vivid, the line between dream and reality begins to blur. While his dream life becomes brighter than ever, his real body grows weaker with every passing day. Eventually, he must face a choice: Wake up and return to the difficult reality he left behind... Or remain forever in the dream, where he can stay young, healthy, and free. The One Dreamer is a fantasy story about hope, friendship, and the courage to decide what makes a life truly worth living.

Saavi Desai is twenty-one and expertly doing nothing with her life. Then, at 2am, a woman appears in her room - same face, same height, but steadier. Before Saavi can speak, she whispers three words and dissolves like smoke. "Please save me." The woman was her. The warning was simple. And the only person who could answer it was Saavi herself.

A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." 'Am I Going Crazy?' is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them, too.

Ara lives underground. She has for seven years, since she was nine. Evil has entered the world and has overthrown it; killing Ara's parents. She is a fighter in the underground resistance, but fire has scarred her memory. She is haunted by the death of her parents by fire, and she determines she will not let the fire win. Meanwhile Evil takes over, and Ara is thrown into conflict-save everyone she cares about, or her fear of fire. The only way to save everyone is to destroy the First Flame-but can she?

EYYYY poetry, some of it is old stuff that I'm transcribing from old notebooks of mine. Get ready for yet more angst and emohood. Hopefully some of it will be new and slightly more palatable.

A young girl learns how to be a knight from her adoptive father in a post apocalyptic Wales.

What is hope? By dictionary definition it is: 1. to look forward to with confidence or expectation, or 2. to believe or desire. I believe that hope is never giving up and always looking towards the future with, well, hope. I really need to remember that. But it's hard when I start to wonder if it is possible to find true love after multiple failed relationships. That's all I want... That's all I hope for. Cover by: @silver_lining86

the story is about a girl, who fall in love with her cousin brother; which she thought he loved her but maybe he never did, he gives her mixed feeling's about how he felt about her... And she never gives up, hoping one day he will say the word I love you hafsah until.............................. She notices he's heart belongs to her cousin sister meenah.😔💔 Sadiq: was a man of every girl dream, he's rich handsome and good looking And also a footballer he's smile can melt a girl heart in secon's, While hafsat is a girl who loves kids and love staying alone she doesn't talk much always smiling and hoping one day she leaves the country for a better fature.. Hafsat never thought she will fall in love with her cousin brother sadiq she took him as her brother but...... Everything changed when her cousin sister arrived at their house for a vacation. Baby: was hafsat and sadiq cousin baby came to hafsat house for her spend time with hafsat and for her to change environment,. So one day after baby arrived to hafsat house they all went out to sadiq house for them to greet sadiq mother and father and gist as usual, Sadiq and hafsat walk pass each other greeting each one another baby was beside hafsat when they saw sadiq going out,.. hafsat didn't take it serious when baby said awww hafsat see the way sadiq is looking at u, anya ba soyayyah kuki bah? ( Are u sure you guys are not dating?) Baby said? Questioning hafsat,. Hafsat said soyayyah Kuma!? baby kina da problem wlhi said by hafsat rolling her eyes at baby while walking in to the house,. Baby; said uhm uhu daiii inta yi wari zamuji ai, hissing at hafsat" Later did hafsat know that is the beginning of it They went in and greet sadiq mother and father the mother was so happy to see baby and hafsat because the mother of sadiq love hafsat so much every little thing she will ask of hafsat and hafsat also love her too,.

Reality is not what it seems-it is only one layer in an endless stack of hidden universes. In a forgotten corner of existence, a young boy named Pancham awakens to a truth no ordinary human was meant to see: the world he lives in is only a fragment of something far greater. A mysterious artifact, linked to an unknown intelligence beyond comprehension, grants him the impossible ability to move between universes-each one stranger, stronger, and more complex than the last. But every universe has its own rules. Some are ancient civilizations powered by forgotten knowledge. Some are futuristic worlds built on logic beyond human imagination. Some are silent realms where reality itself observes back. And in all of them, one truth remains constant: Pancham does not belong. As he travels deeper, he discovers that strength is not just power-it is recognition. Every universe tries to classify him, control him, or erase him when it fails to understand him. But Pancham refuses to be defined. There is no final enemy. No single villain. Only an infinite system of universes that continuously evolve, adapt, and create stronger layers whenever one is surpassed. Even death is not an end-it is a transition to a higher structure. Guided by fragments of a father-shaped entity bound to the artifact, and haunted by memories of loss, Pancham walks a path that never stops ascending. Each victory opens a new universe. Each universe reveals a deeper unknown. Each unknown demands a stronger version of him. But the most dangerous truth is this: The system does not fear power. It fears something far worse-an existence that cannot be categorized. And Pancham is becoming exactly that. In a journey where reality itself is infinite, the question is not whether he will become the strongest... but whether strength itself has any meaning in a world that never ends.

For you who knew me best.