Innerdialogue Stories

"Why don't we go out into the woods and look for her ourselves," Mr. Ward suggests. "At the very least, it'll help you feel less helpless." or, on Sal Singh's death.

"I Am Not Real, I Am Alive" is a poetry series born from silence and shaped by storms. These are not poems for applause. They are letters to survival. In these pages, you'll find: 1. A runner with no water, only questions. 2. A tree that refuses to fall. 3. A voice fed silence, now spitting thunder. 4. A soul that prays with trembling lips and muddy feet. This is for those who carry their pain like ink. For those who sing through cracked mirrors. For those who survived and are still learning to speak it. You are not alone in this echo. Read. Reflect. Rise.

Note: I wrote this like two years ago. I'm posting it anyway. It probably sucks but here we are. At 2:14 a.m., Mira sits alone in her room, surrounded by unfinished thoughts, half-written scenes, and the low hum of a world that won't quite let her rest. She's supposed to be writing a story, but instead she keeps running into herself...her doubts, her memories, the version of her that exists only in the green room of her mind. Told in first person and unfolding over small moments, green room, 2:14 a.m. follows a protagonist who talks to herself a lot, avoids the point until she can't, and learns that creation isn't about getting it right the first time. It's about staying awake long enough to listen. this is a book about late nights, unfinished sentences, and the quiet courage it takes to keep writing when no one is watching.

Have you ever noticed that, in moments of reflection, you sometimes think of yourself as "I" and other times as "we"? This article delves into the fascinating shifts in self-perception and language, exploring how these subtle changes in pronouns reveal deeper insights into our consciousness. Are we speaking from a place of individuality, or are we connecting with something larger within us? Discover how these shifts might signal the tug-of-war between ego and spirit, and what this inner dialogue says about the complex nature of identity and self-awareness.

It starts with a sock that isn't missing and a patrol that isn't real: Harry wants an excuse to flirt, Draco wants an excuse to follow, and their inner monologues are screaming "TOUCH HIM-NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT-IDIOT!" the entire walk. There's bickering, blushing and questionable decisions.

Bayek of Siwa, once a Medjay, father and husband is now a hidden one and protector of freedom. But at what cost? Having to cut ties with the woman he loves in the name of duty, in the name of a creed born out of the merciless corruption he and his wife witnessed by the hands of the Order of the Ancients he now walks the Desheret Desert in search of what may bring him absolute closure to the expectations and desires he once held as just a man who passionately loved a woman. *The events of this fan fiction take place after the ending of the game*

What if our own thoughts - the harsh voice inside our heads - and every single person around us was wrong about who we are and the true nature of our experiences? A young woman is bullied, both internally and by the world around her, after one much talked about night she had under the bleachers with the most popular guy in school. Was she victimized or was it something else entirely? Maybe this time, she gets to decide.

When you don't know what you don't know- you just don't know! Take love. You know you love and you know yours is the best possible love because it IS what you know. But when you meet LOVE love... Suddenly you know what you didn't know before. And in this knowing... everything changes. Or does it?

Bryan struggles with newfound anxiety that comes out of seemingly nowhere.

A quiet visitor arrives - one you've met before, though you try not to admit it. This is the conversation no one ever hears: the one between you and the darkness that knows you best. It doesn't threaten you - it recognizes you, comforts you, asks the questions no one else dares. And when it finally invites you to go with it, the silence becomes your answer.

Iago didn't care that he was safe. He wanted to go back, to find Othello, to save him. To hold the man, tell him that it would be alright, that he was here, that he was sorry. To hear Othello say it back. AKA what if Iago actually caused problems because he was in love with Othello? And what if he went back to set things right? Enjoy the no-comfort angst with a final scene that hopefully makes you cry like I did when I wrote it! Also, my gf beta read this and drew the cover hehe

After everything he has been through you would think he would be clear of any further tragedy. But no! Someone must really hate him and by extension his carebear boyfriend! ~ Or~ a One-Shot series that tells one story about a Sun, a star, and a solider. I hope y'all who take this journey with me enjoy!!

Breath of the wild short stories

This piece captures a moment of hesitation - not a decision. It's written to reflect the quiet, looping space many people recognize but rarely describe.

She returned to a town frozen in time-where memories bloom like Edelweiss and secrets never melt. After years away, Elara is drawn back to the mountains by a letter with no name, no date-just a single line: "You left something behind." As winter tightens its grip on the town, Elara finds that the house she once called home remembers more than she does. Edelweiss is a slow-burning, lyrical journey through memory, identity, and the quiet haunting of things unsaid. Some flowers bloom only in the cold. Genre: Psychological drama • Mystery • Soft romance Themes: Identity • Past trauma • Inner dialogue • Dream vs. reality © 2025 Elinaka - All rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission. This work is a fictional piece based on personal emotions and is protected under copyright law.

--- After falling in battle during the Genocide Route, Sans the Skeleton is pulled into the void - not to die, but to drift. There, he stumbles upon a strange multiversal crack leading to a world unlike his own: a world of heroes, quirks, and a quirkless boy named Izuku Midoriya. Struggling with rejection, bullies, and a dream no one believes in, Izuku becomes an unlikely host for the soul of Sans - a being burdened by timelines, death, and choices that can never be undone. Now sharing a body and mind, the two must navigate a world of growing danger, hidden corruption, and a fate neither fully understands. Can a lazy, pun-loving skeleton help a powerless boy become the greatest hero? Or will the weight of their pasts pull them both into something far darker? A fusion of humor, heart, and haunting memories - this is the story of a shortcut that changed everything. ---