Internalmonologue Stories

Love sometimes begins with a sentence. But their story began long before a single word was ever spoken... Eren Kara-28 years old, intelligent, profound, and passionate, a literature professor whose life had always been in harmony with words. But there were some feelings no book could ever describe. And Lara Ravenshade-19, just starting university, introverted, yet speaking volumes with her eyes. When she walked into the classroom with her waist-length red hair, she had no idea where her heart was about to lead her. Time didn't stop at first glance. The world didn't change. But something cracked in the walls inside Eren. Everything in the classroom was ordinary... Except Lara was there. And her silence began to echo in the quiet corners of Eren's heart-the parts that hadn't spoken in years. This is not just the story of a love. It is the story of how a forbidden feeling slowly took root, without permission. The story of two lonely souls, who-without a single touch-learned to hold onto one another in a world that watched too closely. Passion doesn't always scream. Desire doesn't always rush. Some loves grow only in the deepest quiet... And sometimes, a single look... Can rewrite the fate of an entire life...

Jack's stream of consciousness describes how society is like a masquerade, while his dreams show his own hypocrisy. Pandora Hearts fic for Phmonth18 Tragedy Trio Prompt 2: mask.

A short story about love and loss, and coping with both.

~ He knew he wasn't gay. But Joe? Joe had always been special to him. More than just a best friend. [...] He wasn't gay. They were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, when Joe started dating a girl, why was he feeling that way? Why did he still feel that way? ~ My monthly contribution of writing triden fics until Trump mandate end (starting before he starts lol)

Every day he walks past the same doorway. And every day she tells herself the same thing: stay where you are, don't make it obvious, don't look. It should be simple. Just another person passing by in a hallway. But the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to pretend she doesn't notice. Because sometimes the hardest thing isn't liking someone. It's acting like you don't.

An extended version of the scene between Dinah Madani and Krista Dumont in Krista's hospital room, with more insight into what Krista is thinking, plus a surprise button.

In a world built on calculation and control, Ayanokouji believed relationships could be managed like systems-stable as long as the structure held. When Kei finds something he never learned how to give, Ayanokouji is forced to confront a truth he cannot outmaneuver: some losses are not failures, but consequences. This is a story of quiet fractures, uncomfortable growth, and the moment when letting go becomes the most deliberate choice of all.

In the middle of an Identity V match, everything falls apart-and it's entirely the Prisoner's fault. Trapped, seconds from being caught, and running out of patience, one survivor spirals into a bitter, sarcastic rant about useless teammates, bad decisions, and a game already lost. Dark, chaotic, and just a little too real.

Tara, a girl who loves sleeping because her dreams are better than her reality but her reality doesn't let her sleep peacefully, Just existing her life hoping it will get better someday. Sagun, a boy who is rude careless, but who enjoys his life to the fullest. Tara is tired. Tired of being totally misunderstood, of hiding her thoughts, of carrying pain no one sees, but Sagun? Sagun is loved, fearless, unbothered & adventurous. When their worlds collide, It gets messy. It's slow, but It's real. It's messy. It's healing. It's a total chaos. Basically, it's just life - but with a plot.

His hands tighten on the wheel, eyes glancing from the speed on his car to the heating settings to his back mirror to his radio to his side mirror and again to his back mirror to the moon no no no go back to the mirror not the moon stop thinking about the moon stop thinking stop thinking- Just. Stop.

Hak x Yona AU A one-shot of Yona's internal monologue where she finally realizes what she fights for.

[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.

"If Hikaru dies, it will be on a rainy day, because if he's not allowed to mourn him, then maybe the sky will." Conflicting feelings that could, maybe, just maybe, lead to a potential relationship. This story is on my Archive Of Our Own account as well, under the same username.

A man struggles with two companions during a stay at his Mother's house

A short story about a man whose life is a self-constructed black hole and his chance encounter with an elderly, blue-eyed wastrel. Contains: minor dissociation, minor suicidal ideation

This is a work in progress, but is the first story i have ever written. It's about a teenage girl who walks you through her life as a mentally struggling teen. Italics: Max is thinking to herself, Italicised Names = The People Who Heavy Up Her Life and standard text: Talking to you, the reader. Thank you!!

In a world where rules weigh heavier than truth, one misfit drifts through memory, oppression, and existential fatigue. As sunlight blisters reality, the line between rebellion and numbness blurs. This story explores inner battles, generational scars, and the silent revolt of standing still. Will they speak out, fade away, or just... stand there?

​"I am already behind before the day starts." ​To the outside world, it looks like a life in motion. The shift at the call center begins, the "work mask" goes on, and the script is followed. But inside, the smallest tasks-a shower, a text back to Mom, a stack of laundry-have grown into impossible mountains. ​In this raw and repetitive portrait of modern survival, there are no grand arcs or easy fixes. There is only the deepening understanding of a mind trying to function while slowly burning out. From the gravity of a bed that offers no rest to the dissociation of neon-lit nights and the painful echo of a past self that felt "alive," this is a story for anyone who feels they are functioning, but no longer truly there. ​Nothing ends. It just repeats with awareness.

Scar takes a very long walk down memory lane, reliving the joy, sorrow, regret and confusion of his first love. Later, he sees the special someone he's been thinking about all day. A Scarian one-shot inspired by the song "The Great Divide" by Noah Kanh.

"Sometimes, the things we don't talk about become the loudest memories." Ken was once a bright, social kid - until betrayal shattered his world in Class IX. Now in high school, carrying scars no one sees, he meets the one person who might change everything. But how do you rebuild when the past is louder than the present? A slow, emotional journey of healing, memory, and one-sided love - wrapped in the falling colors of autumn. The Autumn Leaf is a bittersweet light novel about growing up, fading friendships, and the weight of unspoken pain.