Internalmonologue Stories

One thing was clear, Jinseok hated men. But to top it off? She was also scared of them. What else does this girl have? Right. Eldest Daughter Syndrome. Can Jinseok find her Eldest Son Syndrome? . . . . . I am pulled against the counter top and met with two panicked eyes crouched at my level. His arms fell against both my sides, trapping me between the countertop and himself. His back body crouched and his upper body leaned forward. My calm tired eyes and brain slowly register our position; his body placement dangerously close against mine. "You're misunderstanding," his deep voice takes a tone of desperation. "A woman is not a liability for me, she's my responsibility," he clears. His voice vibrates as soft and vulnerable as ever, slightly cracking near the end. He sounds almost sincere. Should she take the bait?

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?

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

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.

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

It was easy. That was the whole point. No labels. No pressure. No overthinking. Just... something. Until Jo realised it wasn't enough. And Tom realised he might actually lose her. Now they're stuck somewhere in between- not nothing, not everything- trying to figure out what this is... without ruining it completely.

The tragedy wasn't that he didn't love me back. The tragedy was that I invented him to save myself.

She smiled once. That's all it took. Now Vale times his life by her footsteps. The gas station register clicks for everyone else, but for her, it slows. He listens to her music through static. He memorizes the scent of her laundry detergent. He watches, quietly, surgically, like it's his job to understand her down to the way she zips her coat. Vale's camera clicks quietly. Mira doesn't know. Why would she? She's soft, ordinary, naïve. Kind in a way that feels accidental, not deliberate. She hums while she shops. Smiles without meaning to. And Vale? Vale thinks everything means something. This isn't love. It's fixation. And it only gets worse from here.

Six broken college students form found family while fighting institutional bullying, discovering that healing isn't about fixing what's broken-it's about accepting it.

~ 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)

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.

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.

In the quiet stillness of a late night, nothing feels louder than the things left unsaid. Lying inches apart, they exist somewhere between love, and distance - between holding on, and letting go. He won't tell her what's wrong. She's too afraid to ask the question that might break every-thing. But, some nights aren't meant to last. And, some silences say more than words ever could. This is the story of a love that didn't end... it just slipped away.

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))

"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.

Quinn is a 16-year-old. "She" is a great kid, mentor, and leader. However, Quinn doesn't feel right in her body. It's not even 'hers'; it's theirs. Quinn has always known they're non-binary yet doesn't want to ever accept that fact.

[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.

"They all love the girl I pretended to be. Now, they can't stand the girl I've become" To the world, she was the golden child - Straight A's, a perfect smile, and a future bright enough to blind. But perfection is a heavy mask to wear, and eventually, the straps being to break. As her grades slip and her friends vanish, she realizes she has spent so much time being who everyone else wanted that she has forgotten who she actually is. This is the story of a girl who outshone the world until she finally burned out. Warning ⚠️- Suicide - Triggering words - Major character death

​"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.