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?

Survival isn't about luck. It's about fire. In a twisted Hunger Games where every night could be your last, one young tribute clings to their fire-and to the hope of getting home to Yuji. Each spark is a heartbeat, each flame a lifeline, and every shadow hides a threat. Desperate, exhausted, and determined, they'll do whatever it takes to survive... even if it means burning everything down.

When SM pairs Karina and Winter for a duo showcase during aespa's hiatus, two women who were once each other's closest person are forced to rebuild a working relationship across the wreckage of one they never properly ended. A story about the love we take for granted until it is lost, and the struggle to fight for it back. *More on AO3

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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. -

~ 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)

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.

"I have spent my life perfecting the art of being 'fine'-a linguistic shield that ensures no one ever looks at the bruising beneath the skin." In the heart of a city that never stops breathing, I move like a ghost. To the world, I am a portrait of professional success. To myself, I am a cartographer of a soul that has lost its way, navigating a "Calculus of Loss" where the remainder is always a heavy, haunting silence. Written in vivid, lyrical prose, this is not just a story-it is a sensory descent into the internal architecture of regret. It is the anatomy of an echo, the weight of unsent letters, and the friction of a heart rubbing against a life that no longer fits. From the sterile glass cages of the skyline to the rain-slicked neon of midnight diners, Whispers in the Abyss of Solitude explores the "no-go zones" of the human psyche. It is a journey for the thinkers, the watchers, and those who know that the most terrifying abyss isn't found in nature, but in the quiet moments between breaths. A deep, introspective navigation of the self. For fans of atmospheric prose, philosophical reflections, and the beauty found within the blur.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.