Innerthoughts Stories

Lou Yuqing transmigrates into a cultivation world and binds to a gossip system-perfect for someone who just wants to lie flat and watch the drama unfold. There's only one problem. Her thoughts... aren't private. At the disciple acceptance ceremony, the esteemed Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable is about to take in a final disciple, until Lou Yuqing casually thinks: [That disciple will betray him in the future, steal his Daoist partner, loot his pills, and leave him a laughingstock of the cultivation world.] The Immortal Venerable's expression changes instantly. "We have no master-disciple fate." The chosen disciple: stunned. Lou Yuqing: even more stunned. Things only get worse from there. [Those two girls? Both impostors. The real one was thrown into a snake pit.] Sect Leader: "How dare you!" [That 'son-in-law'? Actually a woman in disguise.] Young Lady: "...A woman?!" [That patient? An undercover traitor who just crippled the Medical Sage and escaped.] Enforcement Hall: "Seize him!" Lou Yuqing just wanted to quietly eat melons and mind her business... But somehow, every thought she has gets broadcast to the entire sect. As secrets unravel, scandals explode, and chaos spreads- The sect prospers. Justice is served. And Lou Yuqing, the unwilling gossip machine... Becomes the darling of the entire cultivation world.

Raw thoughts. quiet pain. loud feelings. "Unfiltered Heart" is where everything I never said finally finds a voice.

A boy walks into a café, and for five seconds, he becomes everything. Everything familiar. Everything unknowable. Everything worth noticing. Benjamin has always been good at turning strangers into stories, building lives from passing glances, filling in the gaps with imagination. But this time is different. This time, the stranger sits down across from him. And somehow, he's already a few chapters ahead.

For the ones who feel too much... and don't know where to put it. Natalie moves through life collecting moments soft ones, painful ones, the kind that linger longer than they should. As past and present begin to blur, she finds herself drawn back to memories she thought she had left behind. Bed of Roses is an illustrated story about the things we feel deeply but don't always understand and the moments that shape us, even while we're still learning how to carry them. If you want to see more of her world... extra illustrations & fragments live on Instagram @bed.of.roses_official_

The book of Psalms was written to express the authors' feelings- well, these are mine. My truth. My psalms.

She was used to running, from memories, from people, from herself. Once, all she ever wanted was to be loved, to be known, to be seen. But somewhere along the way, she stopped wanting anything at all. The desire to be loved slowly turned into the fear of never being loved. Then one day, she ran into him. And somehow, the girl who had spent her whole life running... didn't want to run anymore. He became her home, the place she never wanted to leave, and the only place she'd always return to.

Finding joy in little things again

"Was I not enough for you to stay?" ♡♡♡ "Hee" she lovingly called whilst the latter hummed in response. "I love you, no matter what, know that I love you, we may be far away from each other but know that I really love you and I always will, every moment I spent with you was memorable, you made me smile when no one else could, calmed me down when no one else could, thank you so much Hee" "Love, your acting really weird today, I'll see you off when you go to your grandma's house and besides, I'll visit you every week, don't worry" He said while chuckling "I feel tired Hee" she told him, feeling tears brimming in my eyes. "You should go to bed Sarang, rest well" he answered, unaware of that fact that that would be the last time he talked to her. [tw - mention of selfharm, death, abduction, suicide, insecurity, violence and much more] *************** Started : 28 August 2023 Ended: ~ 23 April 2024

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

There are nights where sleep feels like a doorway that doesn't fully close. Thoughts drift in without asking, sitting beside you with silence, repeating themselves until even that silence feels uncertain. Nothing happens, but everything continues. Memories surface without warning, not as stories, but as weight. They break the life you were trying to enjoy, Time stops behaving like time. An inner sanctuary, if it can still be called that. Where nothing's said, but nothing's ever gone.

To Tam, the calm in my storms. To the person, the mirror that showed me my worth. And to you, dear reader, may you lose yourself in these pages only to nd a piece of your soul waiting at the end...🌕🩷

This poetry collection is about my life and all the things I've heard from the society. Most of these poems are about my life and experience.

tw for uhhh uhhh uhhhhhhh death and injury its only mentioned briefly tho! if the first part of the first chapter seems to jump around and switch topics randomly that's normal behavior for meph's (the pov) train of thoughts

I think therefore I exist, I exist therefore I feel, I feel therefore I must endure pain, I endure pain to die, and to die I must be alive. Am I alive? Is this living? Is this living. IS THIS LIVING!!!! (When a mysterious figure is living in a world they refuse to be a part of, lunacy and a desire to achieve greater than oneself they believe that acts of morally inhumane violence is the solution to their problem. But one detective stands and tries to solve this case. Can this monster be stopped? Or will they break everything and everyone will witness?)

Jo didn't plan this. Not the way Tom fits into her life. Not how easy it's become. Not how hard that makes it to trust. Because easy doesn't mean safe. And she knows exactly how quickly things can change. Between messy friendships, complicated family ties, and the quiet weight of everything left unsaid, Jo's trying to hold onto something good-without breaking it in the process. But when "just staying over" turns into something more permanent, she has to face it: You can't keep things the same forever. Even when they feel just right.

Poems about the body when it begins to fail, and the quiet loneliness that follows. A fragile vessel, holding what it can... until it cannot. A vessel of bone and silence, cracking beneath what cannot be seen. Here, the body fades before the soul is ready.

It focused on love, hope, inner thoughts, despair. This will serve as my comfort zone, to write what's on my mind. I do hope this short poem will reach your heart and comfort you as well.

A mere collection of my writings from the past 2-3 years. There's no particular order to read them in-start anywhere, end anywhere. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Some feelings don't come with a reason. You can be having a completely normal day- laughing, scrolling, talking like everything is fine... and then, suddenly, something feels off. Not loud. Not obvious. Just... heavy. This isn't a story with characters or a perfect plot. It's a collection of thoughts-raw, quiet, and honest. The kind of thoughts you don't say out loud. The kind you don't even fully understand yourself. If you've ever: felt sad without knowing why, overthought something simple until it felt real, or felt alone even when people were around- this might feel a little too close. You won't find perfect answers here. But maybe... you'll feel understood. - Nobody talks about this.

❝ Like how souls echo, and the winds whisper, so too do hearts sing, and melodies differ. ❞ This is a collection of random poetry, or rather, to comply with the title, songs of my own heart, that hits me at the most random times; when I can't sleep; when I'm supposed to be doing anything but thinking of poetry; when I'm eating; when I'm reading; even when I'm just living in general. A small heads up: all the poems in this book aren't deep. You'll definitely find some weird stuff here. Cover made by LowaLowa1