Historias de Innermonologue

THE ECHO OF YOU Some endings don't happen all at once. They unravel quietly- in things left unsaid, in choices we justify, in the people we can't quite let go of. Avery is learning how to exist in the aftermath of a love that didn't choose her. On the surface, she looks fine. Functional. Moving forward. But beneath the noise, the dates, the carefully held distance-there are truths she hasn't faced, and mistakes she's too ashamed to name. This is not a story about heartbreak alone. It's about what lingers after. About the pull of familiarity. About the courage it takes to stop returning to what hurts. And about what happens when someone new enters your life-not to save you, not to fix you-but to quietly change the questions you've been asking yourself. A slow-burn, emotionally grounded story about love, regret, and the echoes we carry even when we think we've moved on.

I changed partners like gloves. Men, women, shinobi, just cute passersby. I was looking for warmth. I tried to forget that feeling of a gaze on the back of my head. Pressure in the air. I kissed - and felt how someone was offended. Their faces disappeared from my life. Forever. And then I stopped looking for love. And then he appeared. Tall. Faceless, wrapped in a black tuxedo. Doesn't speak. Doesn't move. Just is. Stands. Looks. Loves. Too much. Now I fall asleep to his silence. I talk to him - even though he doesn't answer. Flirt. Play. Purr. Because... well, why not? He will never let me go. So let him at least be gentle.

A poem for anyone who's ever felt unseen, ever questioned if they are lovable, what love should feel like, or ever held onto softness in a world that often forgets it. Read it if you're craving something real, something that lingers.

What happens when the body whispers what the heart can't scream? In a deeply introspective journey between science and spirituality, a young man grapples with his friend's chronic illness-and his own unraveling sense of self. As questions about pain, identity, and the vastness of the universe mount, he begins to seek meaning not in cosmic answers, but in small, human acts of connection, persistence, and love. A poetic reflection on existence, suffering, and the quiet rebellion of choosing to live with intention.

Inner thoughts of the executioner of worlds.

This is a story about a fat little girl who grew up to love herself. **This is short story for the To The Bone #MindOverMatterContest**

Because I'm getting antsy from not posting and my profile seems really blank, I want to start catching up on posting the daily journal prompts we write in my creative writing class. We take 10 minutes to write for each journal, so the entries are rarely complete thoughts. They're not daily, per se, but I just want to post them. Give y'all something to read. Spoilers for incoming projects, maybe? Things I thought about adding in later, but might not. Really just an outlet for imagination.

A character study for Hadley Marie Corinne, the protagonist of my first novel, "Double Trouble." Take a peek!

Diane Vale enters a prestigious new college, ready to chase ambition and leave the past behind. But when forgotten memories and dangerous chemistry resurface, will she keep control... or surrender to the fire waiting to consume her?

After Lee Know's solo performance goes viral, all eyes stay on him. With rising fame, new offers, and fans demanding more, the spotlight starts to weigh heavier. But the more the world sees, the more his members realize-he's never been just theirs anymore. A story about fame, pressure, and the people who see you beyond the stage.

In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor-yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world-both a participant and an outsider-Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something-anything-but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he's tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva's carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?

Just a bunch of sh*t posts about my inner thots, monologues and thought spirals..... no that's not a typo. Starring: Kookie as the only one allowed access to the brain control room Kook-Book as The Horny sack of sht that takes over the wattpad section of the brain. Mando as the struggling art student Amanda as the Gayaotic Dumb*ss Thotimus Prime as the one who likes to randomly quote useless sht Amando Dazle as The psycho Conductor D. as the train-of-tho(ugh)t conductor. Mikey as Mikey, wondering what sort of alternate universe hell he's been trapped in and how he got there. Leo as the poor soul who just wants to sleep and eat all day without talking to anyone. featuring Liz as herself, hiding out in her fortress of solitude eating pretzels and judging everything from a relatively safe distance. Read at your own risk, Sht's about to get weird. You've been warned.

She wanted a way out- a break from the silence, the struggle, the same tired days. But what she found wasn't freedom. It was love dressed in danger, a rescue that turned into a trap. Now, she'd give anything to go back to the life she once thought was unbearable. Because at least back then... she didn't have to be afraid of love.

A scrambled word soup that my phone's auto-recommended texts that is messy but kind of interesting. I did not write these.

When she feels, words spill into tiny universes. When she remembers, yesterday folds itself into paper-thin echoes. When she wonders, questions bloom like constellations no one else sees. That Girl and Her Thousand Thoughts is a collage of fragments - some born from real moments, some from nostalgia, and some simply imagined. Not every page is a memory; some are questions of what if, or echoes of emotions she's never lived but somehow understands. A collection of random thoughts, quiet confessions, and little daydreams that may not belong to her alone, but to anyone who has ever felt deeply, or even just wondered. Maybe you'll find her in these pages. Maybe you'll find yourself. Started: September 24, 2025 Ended: (still on going)

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.

Welcome to some of my thoughts because I have no one to share them with. Warning: this is going to be extremely unorganized... they're thoughts.

His hair really isn't all that special, and yet it was an intrinsic part of him, something he'd been proud of and adored. But he'd sold his soul to the ice long ago, and if he wanted to push forward, he needed to change. Even if it hurt. ~ A one-shot about Victor cutting off his long hair

i do my best thinking at night