Indievibes Stories

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THE ART OF REGRETTING YOU Hindi siya kailanman naging akin, pero bakit pakiramdam ko ay nawala siya sa akin? Marc is haunted. Not by ghosts, but by the memory of a girl named Luna. A story of missed connections, silent longings, and the heavy weight of unsaid words. "For every 'Hi' that wasn't said, and for every 'Hope' that didn't happen." Inspired by the songs of The 1975 and Cup of Joe.

Main characters Alexia "Lexi" Hernandez Quiet but funny once she's comfortable. Observant, anxious, deeply caring, tries to act like she needs less than she actually does. Doesn't trust easy, but once she does, she loves hard. Isaiah Martinez Calm, affectionate, protective in quiet ways. Not always good with big emotional talks, but always shows up. The kind of guy who says less than he feels and does more than he admits. Story blurb Lexi never meant for Isaiah to become the safest part of her life. What started as late-night drives, gas station snacks, and falling asleep on the phone slowly turned into something deeper-something neither of them ever really talked about. Isaiah kisses her when they're alone, holds her when her anxiety gets too loud, and somehow always shows up exactly when she needs him. But in public? They're just friends. As Lexi tries to understand what they really are, she finds herself caught between the comfort of having him and the confusion of never knowing where she stands. Meanwhile, Isaiah struggles with feelings he's never been good at putting into words-feelings that might already mean more than either of them expected. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive with a confession. Sometimes it's quiet. Sometimes it's complicated. And sometimes it's the person who was beside you the whole time.

Isaac Hale doesn't feel much these days. At twenty, he drifts through college with his hoodies, headphones and a half-hearted pulse, haunted by a sadness he no longer tries to explain. He's not looking for a miracle, he's just trying to make it to tomorrow. Then he hears her. Lena Packam is a songwriter with stars in her eyes and a secret stitched beneath her ribs. Bright, chaotic, and unapologetically alive, she crashes into Isaac's world like a melody he didn't know he needed. She makes sadness sound like poetry and hope feel like rebellion. As the two grow closer, through midnight walks, forgotten pianos, and half-written songs. Isaac begins to believe in something again. Maybe even someone. "What are you working on?" she asks. The question lands somewhere between casual and intentional. Like she's not trying to pry, but she wouldn't mind if I answered properly. "Nothing," I say automatically. She raises an eyebrow. "That's a lot of nothing," she says, nodding toward my notebook. I glance down at it, then back at her. For a second, I consider brushing it off again. Ending the conversation before it really starts. That's usually easier. Safer. But something about the way she's sitting there, not pushing, not judging, makes it harder to shut it down completely. "I just write," I say finally. "Write what?" "Stuff." The corner of her mouth lifts. "Wow," she says. "That clears it up completely." I let out a breath that almost turns into a laugh. "Poems, I guess", I add. "Sometimes." Her expression shifts, not dramatically, just enough to register interest. "Sometimes?" "Sometimes they're not worth finishing."She leans back slightly in her chair, studying me in a way that feels... thoughtful, not invasive. "Or maybe you just don't let yourself finish them," she says. I don't respond to that. Not because I don't have an answer. Just because she might be right.

A collection of heartbreak and memory, where love lingers in small sounds, stolen glances, and the colors of someone you can't forget. From sunlit mornings to quiet nights, these poems capture the ache of loss, the glow of shared laughter, and the intimate details that make love unforgettable.

Echoes of Liverpool nights - Join Caitlin and Calam as they navigate a night filled with laughter, music, and the echoes of a past love in the vibrant city of Liverpool. After a year apart, they unexpectedly reunite at the Loft Indie music venue, where the air is thick with nostalgia, single malt whiskey, and the raw beats of The Soledad Brothers. As they dance through clubs, share drinks at 'Over the Rainbow', and ride the chaotic 86 bus, will they find closure or rekindle what was lost? Dive into this tale of love, friendship, and the pull of memories in a story that's as much about moving on as it is about holding on.

♥♦♠♣ Good-natured yet naïve Tobi Stone has always been dealt an unfair hand. Tobi dreams of becoming a successful musician but finds creative spirits are silenced in forgotten fly-over towns. When his closest friend goes missing, a streak of luck leads him on a journey to find her. Losing love and innocence in the chaos of the music industry, Tobi finds himself. A heartfelt coming-of-age tale, Chasing Sevens follows Tobi as he grapples with the harsh realization that not everyone desires to be saved. "Following an aspiring musician from a broken home, CHASING SEVENS by Liberty Lane evokes a wealth of emotions with its well-developed characters and detailed descriptions of their heartfelt struggles." - IndieReader.com ♥♦♠♣

"But, you eat them anyways?" Enid recounted. Wednesday just hummed in response. It took Enid a second to collect her thoughts. A sad excuse for a fruit, that's what she was taught to see them as. "Wednesday," She breathed. Her voice seemed to quaver ever so slightly. "Yes?" "You don't see me as one, do you?" - "This wasn't supposed to be a love letter but, I guess it is now." - I wanted to make a angsty, slowburn of wenclair so here's my tribute. Details will be revealed as you keep reading, I don't plan to make this have many chapters though so each chapter may be long. Have a fun read my lovely!

Not every love story is written in stars or screams. Some are quiet. Some are real. This is one of them. An emotional love-pop lyric piece layered with soft piano, strings, and the calm truth of what real love feels like.

Mars never wanted to leave Michigan. He left behind his old band, his friends, and a life that once felt perfect. Moving to a new city was harder than he expected until he met Mark, the clumsy one who couldn't move on, Jonathan, who practically lived inside his video games, Harry, the quiet handsome boy who always carried a novel under his arm, and David Wang, the basketball star everyone seemed to admire. When an old garage turned into their practice space, Mars began to believe that maybe things weren't falling apart - maybe they were starting over. Then he met Jane. The quiet girl who wrote more than she spoke. The girl who listened to music like it was the only thing keeping her alive. The girl who was never truly predictable. A new band was born. Feelings began to grow. Friendships were tested. And without any of them realizing it, some distances aren't created by hatred, but by fears that were never spoken out loud.

"There are billions of people out there...you can have any one of them, but you chose Me. Why?" "Because they are not You, and they never will be" Miller's Girl x Family Switch (Crossover Ship) Started- 07/09/2026, Thursday Ended-