Internalmonologue Stories

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)

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.

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

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

At the end of the world, a lonesome figure treks through the forest.

- 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. -

"The spring hasn't arrived yet. The park's ponds haven't thawed. The flowers haven't bloomed. The sun, still in slumber. The only song that I can hear is that of a lonely heart. With each beat, my hands grow colder. I can no longer feel the warmth of my mother's hand in mine. What a terrible gift to remember all that you experience as an infant. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much if I didn't recall her. Waking up to my mother's beautiful amber eyes that outshone the sun. Her sweet touches, her silky hair. Her every word was music to my ears." A short story inspired by a prompt on reedsy.com: "Write a story about someone walking through a park on a spring evening, told only through internal monologue."

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.

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.

[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.

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

In a world where science and magic bleed together into a nightmare of survival, appearance is the ultimate deception. Zeraran looks like a nightmare incarnate. Standing tall with a massive, muscular frame, dark-skinned and possessing a gaze that screams "cold-blooded killer," he is the image of a high-level villain. But behind the defined chest muscles and the murderous stare lies the heart of a professional coward. Transported by a mysterious shadow demon to a wild, unforgiving dimension known as the Constant, Zeraran is forced into a game of survival he never asked for. While the world expects him to be the apex predator, Zeraran's only real goal is to find a hole to hide in. To stay alive, he must maintain his "villainous" facade to intimidate the bizarre creatures of the wilderness-all while screaming internally. In a land where hunger is a constant threat and the darkness itself has teeth, can a man who is afraid of his own shadow survive by pretending to be the very monster everyone fears? "I'm not the hunter. I'm just the biggest bait in the woods."

He held a worn polaroid in his hands and gently outlined the date that he never wanted to forget with his fingers. Was that day so magical? He could hear the ocean waves beating against the small pebbles of the beach and felt the fast and heavy beating of both of their hearts. He felt full, he felt loved and cared for. He felt safe and sound when icy arms wrapped around his waist, when warm lips pressed against a prickly cheek. Because the scariest part of love is that you are absolutely vulnerable to your dearest, and the person who makes your heart beat is the one who can make it go through such torments and agony that are tens and hundreds of times greater than all the happy moments that you have lived together. "Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure." Hermann Hesse, "Peter Camenzind" this story is co writen with @FacelessFigure, and the cover is made by her < 3

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 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?

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

"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.

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.