Innerworld Stories

✧₊⁺🕯⋆.˚୨ৎ 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒. <3 ꩜ s t a y T u n e d . ~

This is not a love story. It's a series of moments we never learned how to talk about. This series is for those who loved deeply, lost quietly, and kept growing without knowing when healing began. For people who look fine on the outside but carry unanswered questions within themselves. Each part explores a different emotion-love that arrives softly, pain that lingers longer than expected, healing that doesn't come in straight lines, and growth that happens when you think you're breaking. The characters may change. The situations may shift. But the feelings remain familiar. Some parts are connected by people. Some are connected only by silence, longing, and the courage to move forward. This series isn't about perfect endings. It's about understanding yourself a little better with every chapter. If you've ever felt too much, said too little, and still chose to grow- this series is for you.

Some rocks carry worlds. Some worlds carry us. In a quiet cabin, a granite holds everything, and a friendship learns what it means to break and be seen.

What I Saw is a collection of poems about love, loss, silence, and the small moments that stay with us. These pieces move through quiet rooms, busy streets, and the spaces in between, noticing how people connect, how they miss one another, and how meaning can be found in the things we almost say. This book isn't about having answers - it's about paying attention. This is what I saw.

Everyone says, "I'm fine." This book is about everything hiding behind that. Each chapter starts with "How to..." but none of this is advice. It's not a guide, not therapy, not motivation. It's immersion - a way of stepping inside the psychology beneath everyday behavior. How to love too much. How to stay in a surface-level relationship. How to put up walls. How to know when someone is using you. How to fade into the shadows. How to leave fingerprints on someone's heart. How to make a star out of collapse. These aren't tutorials. They're x-rays. If you've ever felt "too sensitive," "too intense," or like you notice things other people shrug off... you'll probably recognize yourself here. And if you've ever wondered why people do the things they do - stay, leave, hide, love, disappear - these pieces walk you through the patterns without pretending they're simple. This is a book for people who see too much, feel too deeply, and keep loving anyway. Not to fix you. Just to prove you're not the only one who reads the world like this. If there's something you wish someone would explain - not in a self-help way, but in a real way - tell me in the comments. I'll write it. If it destroys me emotionally, even better. At least we'll both learn something

A girl whose heart glows like a lantern. A warmth that reaches someone she's never met. A love story that begins not with searching, but with remembering. This is the moment two unseen souls recognize each other across distance, silence, and the quiet ache of night. A soft, atmospheric tale about resonance, intuition, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts into the same breath.

A collection of quiet poems written from the inside. These are not stories about someone - they are reflections of what happens in silence, when no one sees. Each verse is a mood, a shift, a breath. All of it is you. For those who feel.

After the disastrous end of the last World War, the Government of one of the biggest and most advanced societies has given their citizens a mission: to offer their unique contribution in order to create The Future 11.0, a complex multilayered system of services meant to be the DNA of the Rebuilding Era. As a member of this society, you have been called to provide your help, too. 'How?', you ask? Fear not: the Government has already sent you The Dream, a list of skills needed to be developed in order to maximize the quality of each citizen's efforts. It's a useful tool: based on all your personal data available, they designed on your behalf the Dream that fits you best, saving you time and energy...and sparing you from an attack of a bad headache, let's be honest! And the most exciting thing is... *rolling drums* ...that you have almost reached your Dream: C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S ! *round of applause* ... W-wait~ ...Did I say 'almost'? Actually, yes: to be precise, mission completion rate is 99.9%. Awkwardly enough, even though we've been able to complete all the tasks incredibly fast - setting a record! - it's almost a year since the celebration of our last achievement... [How comes that the last percentage point is so hard to reach?] And now an official letter from The Government has arrived: in the name of all the merits we've accumulated, they've decided to grant us the last chance to complete the Dream. [Am I allowed to feel a bit insulted?! I mean, they used to call us 'The Golden Dream' and now they pity us?!?...] ... *getting lost in thoughts* ... *Out of the blue* BIP-B I I I ~ I I P !! [WAH! ... What the- !?] *Taking a deep breath* Looks like our bus is here: what would you do?

within these pages, listen to the rustling whispers of words left unsaid, trace the shadows of steps not taken. in stillness, thoughts bloom, taking root in the quiet corners of the mind. This book is for quiet souls, for those who seek to understand the world held within an introverted mind.

When a person has Dissociative Identity Disorder, there is a place in their head where the alters go when they are not in control of the body. These are called Inner Worlds, and they can be stunningly complex. This collection of short stories and lore are real events that have happened in our inner world. As far-fetched as some of these stories seem, it would be hard to make this sh*t up. Open your mind along with your eyes and take a step into the place most of us know as home.

Two days before an exam that could decide everything, a boy does what he has always done- he studies, he counts time, he breathes through pressure. And then, quietly, he disappears. What he believes is a single bad dream becomes a world that refuses to let him wake up. A neon city where time glitches. Where the people he loves are visible-but impossibly far. Where the ones who hurt him walk close, familiar, unchanged. A man meets him there and says only one thing: Move on. Outside, six people sit beside a body that does not respond. They don't know about the city. They don't know about the fights. They don't know that every small act of love- a voice, a touch, a meal, a presence- is keeping someone alive in another place. Inside, trauma takes shape. Stress hunts. Anxiety multiplies paths. Panic convinces him he has already lost. And the final battle wears a face he recognizes. If he fails, he dies in both worlds. When he wakes, he doesn't wake to answers. He wakes to home. To a date that feels wrong. To a life that continued without him. This is not a story about winning. It's about not disappearing. Six Months Deep is a psychological, surreal novel about exams, memory, love, and the quiet violence of things left unsaid- about surviving something before you know it happened.

Just a very personal "pouring out" of my mind. I shouldn't have to say I hope y'all understand because those that do, just do.

Just a one-part metaphorical story about returning to my old self. Nothing to be really interested about ... But if you want to know more about me then feel free to read and comment!

Both dreams left a lingering clarity. The moments with my brothers, though fleeting, were sharp in detail-the blank stares, the gestures, the sense of purpose that carried them away. I understood something profound: even in absence, the bonds remain, shaping perception and grounding awareness. These dreams are not just memories; they are reminders of love's endurance, the unspoken guidance that continues to reach through time and space, and the quiet preparation for facing reality with both courage and reflection.

Crystal Moon System alter list-thing-book, I don't know what to call this... Currently moving to my new account; @TransAceWithAPan

Master book of bubbles and ecloes. Every bubble holds a piece of thought, a whisper of feeling, or an echo of memory. This master book gathers them all-poems, reflections, sparks of imagination-floating between silence and voice. Some drift softly, others burst in color, but each leaves ripples behind. Welcome to the ｡Bubble｡ Universe, where words rise, echo, and linger. Bilingual, English + Arabic

With the Mind of a Philosopher, The heart of a Channeler and most of all the hands of the divine. I present to you my blog articles in the form of this book. These are a compilation of my blogposts. My subscription will soon end, and I wanted to compile all my work here and continue to keep on working on it. Hope You Enjoy! Cheers:)

read the title... Work in progress - there are around 200 hundred of us, give about... 50? Maybe-ish... Little motivation... Sorry??? "--" means Host's comments "Cali is host of system and Blackwolf subsystem"

A mind is not a prison - it is a ballroom built for survival. This piece follows the quiet choreography of someone dancing through their own unraveling, mistaking movement for escape. Here, madness isn't chaos but elegance - a performance no one sees, and a room no one else enters. It is an intimate portrait of the beauty and terror of holding yourself together.

A vast warehouse stretches endlessly in the dark, its aisles filled with sealed crates, forgotten machinery, and doors that lead nowhere all at once. Within it moves Willow, a quiet presence that knows the building better than anyone else, guiding, observing, and sometimes waiting. The warehouse is not a place of danger, but of storage. Here memories, emotions, and unfinished moments are kept when they cannot be carried any longer. As the lights flicker on and off, paths shift, and what was hidden begins to surface, the question is never how to escape, but what it means to remain. This is a story about containment, companionship, and the cost of surviving what cannot be thrown away.