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【My words are whispers in the wind Loud enough to be heard, Yet faint enough to be ignored.】 **** Whispers in the Wind―Collection of poems from 'A Cluster of Feelings', 'Forever' and 'Facade'. **** 🌟 Third Place in the Sunflower Awards 2020 🌟 Second Place in the Shimmer and Shine Awards 2020 🌟 Third Place in the Writers' Glory Awards Second Edition 2020 (For more awards, please go to the chapter titled 'Acheivements'.)

Broken Arms (unORDINARY x OFA! Male reader). Will have inappropriate language and references. All rights reserved to Me @Hmoraisfilipe and of course UrU Chan. Read start from @Hmoraisfilipe to understand where we start!

Hi this is my first story ever Here is the start of the Prologue I could only sit and watch as it took her. Paralysed by fear I watched as it destroyed her, drenching itself in her crimson blood. The tall slender being was pitch black from head to toe with fiery, red glowing eyes, with a glare that could drive anyone insane. It wore a black suit with a red tie and a black hat, the colours contrasting with his body. Its face looked like it was forged in the abyss of hell itself. As it played with its suffering victim a bone white smile appeared on its pure black lips, sending shivers down my spine, but seeing this also filled me with anger. I knew that it was a bad idea at the time but I could not sit here and watch her suffer for any longer.

MY CROSS is a poem about love, sacrifice, and the burdens we choose to carry, revealing how every relationship comes with its own weight and lesson.

A brutally honest guide for anyone ready to confront their inner limits, Mastering the Inner Game explores the mental battles that hold us back - and the mindset needed to break through. Across four transformative chapters, readers will wake up to their potential, face the war within, reshape their thinking, and become truly unstoppable. No fluff. No fake motivation. Just the raw truth and a powerful blueprint for personal greatness.

Celestina, a once-powerful angel with chaotic abilities, loses control of her powers, and casts her memories into oblivion. Centuries later, on Earth, her shattered mind struggles to piece together her fragmented past. But salvation arrives in the form of Michael, an enigmatic figure who recognizes the lost angel. Their connection is immediate, but Celestina's mental agony persists, manifesting as haunting nightmares that embody her deepest self-hatred. As the two embark on a journey to restore Celestina's memories and heal her fractured soul, they discover that her chaotic powers were drawn away to a mysterious realm. It's a world where spirits wage an eternal battle between light and darkness, and Celestina is destined to play a pivotal role. With each step, their bond deepens, while the line between their struggles and the destiny of the spirit world blurs. Will Celestina overcome her own darkness, find solace in love, and fulfill her role in the battle for the spirit world's fate?

Petrah O'Brien has trained for years for this day. She has dedicated many years of her life in order to join the best of the best on the skating rink, but will she make it? Or will the sacrifices she made to prove herself to her family all be for nothing? Nerds of various Mythologies will appreciate the references.

Story of enduring hardship and finding strength within.

Ilyas thought love would fill the emptiness. Instead, it pulled him deeper into secrets, guilt, and nights he couldn't pray away. Caught between desire and his faith, between his past and the man he wished he could be, Ilyas faces his hardest question: Can you really heal when your heart still remembers the sin? From the shadows of forbidden love to the light of repentance, Between Walls is a raw, unfiltered story about faith, temptation, and the fight to choose Allah - even when it hurts.

He sat across from me. Still. Silent. Watching. But when I finally asked why, he said something that shattered my sense of self- "You asked me to." A short philosophical tale about memory, identity, and the strange mirrors we place in others. What if the part of you that observes... was never truly you?

They say "it's get better" but what if it doesn't? This is my story __ raw, messy and unfiltered . written by someone who's still trying to find a reason to stay.

A quiet breakdown that no one sees. This poem captures the moment when you feel trapped between staying and leaving, between truth and denial, between survival and surrender. It is about emotional suffocation, self-doubt, and the silent war within - where one voice wants to give up, and another refuses to let you end your story here. For anyone who has ever felt stuck, lost, or slowly disappearing - this is for you. Maybe this isn't the end. Maybe this is where it begins.

What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

He had me cornered, so I had no way to escape. Even if there was, I wouldn't be able to I kept struggling, but his grip on my arm was too strong for me I wanted to scream, but his hand covered my mouth. Even if I was ablle to, no one would hear me We were all alone. Only the both of us. His evil laughter rang in my ears and my nose quivered from the odd yet foul smell he was covered in. I was scared and powerless. "You're not going to be able to escape from me. Not now. Not ever". And then...

In a world where words are left unspoken and feelings are buried too deep, three hearts slowly begin to fracture under the weight of silence. Kei appears strong and untouchable, hiding her fragile emotions behind confidence. Seojun, quiet and guarded, carries a storm of guilt and love he never dares to confess. And Jinhon - charming, observant, and emotionally unpredictable - sees more than either of them realizes. What starts as an intense, complicated bond soon turns into a battlefield of misunderstandings, jealousy, and suppressed truths. No one lies outright - but no one speaks honestly either. And in that silence, love begins to decay. "Silently Killing U" is a psychological romantic drama about how unspoken pain, pride, and fear can slowly destroy relationships from the inside. It explores emotional vulnerability, toxic attachment, inner battles, and the heartbreaking realization that sometimes, the deepest wounds are the ones we never talk about. Because sometimes... it's not hatred that destroys love. It's silence.

This is my story, about loving the wrong people, the birth of a son.., and the darkness in all of us...

Nothing in that place was real. Not the faces. Not the voices. Not even the memories. Aira knew that. She just didn't know it would be too late by the time she realized. When four of them vanish without a trace, Aira is pulled into a world where reality bends, illusions breathe, and something unseen watches every move. It doesn't hunt everyone. Only the ones worth breaking. And Aira- was exactly what it had been waiting for.

just some one-shots regarding my actual story.

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