Internalmonologue Stories

The love gets louder

- And to know he was free, Bruno was ready to give up Leone. To give up his disenchantment with the whole world and the rare smiles he gave him and him alone. To give up his innate sense of justice and his boundless, unweaving loyalty. To give up the coffees they drank in silence at 7 AM, when they were the only ones awake and the house still peaceful - and how many times Bruno wished he could stop time in those mornings, just to stay and admire the curves of Leone's lips another, another, moment. -

You're welcome for the fuckery that is my mind on constant society as if it's the weed of the FUCKING joint being passed to my fucking brain It doesn't make sense Nothing in this makes sense ((Begone wench of filth- You whore of desperation and fortitude)) I'm sorry what? ((Filth)) ((Filthy mugwump))

An in-depth look into Gilbert's internal monologue in Pandora Hearts Vol 10, Retrace XL: Blindness, using the theme of Inktober 2018 Prompt 1: Poisonous.

"He loves me, he loves me not..."

Segments from the notes app of a teenage girl with a lot of feelings, thoughts, and unfinished poems. Many of the poems in this book, however, have since been completed and are available for purchase online via the book "Sap Semantics" with Bottlecap Press.

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!!

[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.

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.

Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too. The (Netflix) series, and Adrian's childhood, told from the perspective of the castle. INCREDIBLE cover art (and art for Ch3) by Junki Sakuraba on instagram and deviantart!! (https://www.instagram.com/junkisakuraba/ , https://www.deviantart.com/junkisakuraba)

A woman tries to escape her past, but when a journalist making a documentary comes to dig a little deeper trouble starts to stir as old family secrets are uncovered.

She overthinks. He doesn't. ​Aura is an expert at silent overthinking dreaming of studying abroad, and overanalyzing the vibe of every room she walks into. She likes control, aesthetics, and keeping her head down. ​Vin is a mystery wrapped in a messy school uniform. He doesn't care about the rumors, he doesn't care about the lectures, and he definitely doesn't overthink. ​A slow-burn high school romance about a girl who calculates every step, a boy who just drifts by, and the accidental collision that changes both of their paths.

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.

~ 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)

Jo's life is simple. Same routine. Same places. Same days. Nothing's wrong with it. Nothing's really happening either. Then-quietly-something shifts. Not in a big way. Just enough.

"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.

Everyone has their own unique balance-some shine with loud words, while others find their strength in quiet knowledge.

"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.

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.

​"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.