Introspection Stories

↳ keiji akaashi x fem reader he never meant to fall, she never meant to stay

Book Descriptions are So Irritating. If you want to read a book, just read it. Why do you want to know the description? -That's Kai, and this is his story. Excuse me, whoever is writing a shit of my life, get your head checked. What's there to even write about my life? -A book unlike any other, focusing on Kai's monologues of life and his journey to find his purpose in life. Excuse me, what!!!, That makes me seem I am depressed, I am fucking not!!! -Join him on his journey of badminton and contemplate thoughts about life. It's not that deep, dude, stop!!! -Junior school last year arc is undergoing.

"Incompletion is the very thing that makes a love story complete." He said it - calmly, rationally - but somewhere deep inside, he hoped it wasn't true. He was logical, precise - a man who dissected his way to truth. She was sharp, intuitive - a girl who felt her way through the world, and sometimes, beyond it. Both carried their pasts like shadows stitched to their skin. One was still hiding. The other, still healing. When they met, something unfolded - not like fireworks, but like a quiet room filling slowly with light.

Regret is a cruel ghost. It follows him through every choice, every kiss, every night he can't fall asleep. He thought staying home meant peace. Instead, it became the beginning of his slow unraveling - the wrong love, the right dream, and a thousand what-ifs that will never be answered.

Des textes jetés là, sans raison ni logique Parce qu'à force de tourner dans ma tête ils ont fini sur du papier Et je ne sais pas quoi faire de tous ces écrits A part les proposer à ceux chez qui ils pourraient résonner Texts tossed here, with no plan or purpose Having danced in my mind long enough to land on paper And I don't quite know what to do with them all Other than offer them to those who might find some truth there

Mira writes about love she's never received and silence she's grown used to. An orphan who found her world in words, she carries chaos in quiet grace - until Kabir walks in. Kabir Malhotra, a man who commands storms in boardrooms but hides warmth behind his confidence, never believed love could be real - not until her. When two people carrying different kinds of loneliness cross paths, their worlds start to blur - between words left unsaid and feelings written in secret. In a world that rushes to move on, theirs is a story that lingers... A story written not in promises, but in moments - forever in between lines.

It didn't begin with rain or thunder-just an ordinary moment Immy almost ignored: a glance held a heartbeat too long, a silence that felt like it knew her, and a warmth she had no reason to feel. Harry slipped into her life quietly, steady enough to trust yet distant enough to bruise, his eyes soft and guarded like he carried a truth he refused to name. Every look felt like a confession, every withdrawal like a warning, leaving Immy unsure if she was imagining the pull between them or if it was real enough to ruin her. He would turn away only to fall back into her orbit, leaving her heart leaning toward something that might be everything or nothing at all. How do you walk away from something that feels dangerous, fragile, and already a little too much?

"I'll go anywhere as long as there's a slope." The photo studio is located on the largest island in Japan's Seto Inland Sea. "Masui Traveling Photo Studio" is a small studio run by Shinya Masui, a photographer who uses a wheelchair. Because he can't take physically demanding shots, Shinya puts his whole heart into capturing the true beauty of his subjects. Nothing much happens, but something is definitely unfolding in Shinya's daily life. It's gentle and brings back a nostalgic feeling. If you like, why not take a peek into his world and share those moments with him? This is the English translation of "増井出張写真館～あなたの幸せ、切り撮ります." You can read the original Japanese version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397066248-%E5%A2%97%E4%BA%95%E5%87%BA%E5%BC%B5%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F%E9%A4%A8%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%82%E3%81%AA%E3%81%9F%E3%81%AE%E5%B9%B8%E3%81%9B%E3%80%81%E5%88%87%E3%82%8A%E6%92%AE%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%EF%BD%9E

"Sa mundong puno ng ingay, may isang kaluluwang natutong maglakad nang tahimik, dala ang bigat ng nakaraan at takot sa kinabukasan. Ang katawan niya ay pagod, ang puso sugatan, at ang bawat araw ay pakikipaglaban sa lungkot na matagal nang nakatira sa loob niya. Pero kahit nababalot ng dilim, natutunan niyang tumayo. Minsan mabagal, minsan masakit ngunit hindi siya tumigil. Natuklasan niyang ang buhay ay minsan lang ibinibigay... at kahit nakakatakot, kailangan niyang alagaan ang sariling sinubok ng panahon. Sa bawat patak ng ulan, sa bawat gabing may luha, unti-unti niyang natagpuan ang lakas na hindi niya alam na meron siya. At sa dulo, sa pinakamatinding pagod, may liwanag na naghihintay... kahit gaano kaliit. Ito ang kwento ng isang taong pilit lumalaban, nagmamahal muli, naghahanap ng pag-asa, at natututong yakapin ang sarili kahit hindi pa lubusang nakakalaya sa lungkot."

It was supposed to be one night. No labels, no expectations, no feelings. But somehow, between late-night texts and quiet mornings, "nothing" started to look a lot like something.

From the quiet corners of my room window, these pieces whisper stories of love, longing, pain, and hope. Each line is a confession, each word a heartbeat. Step closer - listen. Feel. Be seen.

A single human - broken by life through isolation and quiet despair - grew to resent the world itself. Yet from that hatred, something even more powerful emerged: an unbreakable desire to change it. As a corrupted force engulfs the world in darkness, threatening to erase all life, that indomitable will awakens something ancient - transforming that desire into unimaginable power. Now, in a form both fearsome and majestic - a humanoid dragon - they confront the very force that plunged the world into crisis: one forged from mortal hatred and selfishness. Thus, only one question remains: can someone who no longer believes in the world still be the one to reshape it? -------------------------------- Note: This work is presented as a cinematic outline rather than traditional prose - a visual narrative meant to convey tone, atmosphere, and emotion. It represents the first act of a larger story. A short visual teaser (comic format) can be read here: https://mangaplus-creators.jp/episodes/n42508031042070027259031

This is where all the stray scenes ended up. The ones that knocked on my door, said "we belong in your story," (even they are wrong). So I kept them anyway. Because some moments are too lovely - or too stubborn - to let go. Between silence and laughter, war and peace, there are fragments - pieces of Hermione and Severus that never found a home, and yet somehow became one. Snamione. Shards of Us. -- Some chapters will appear in both English and Czech - others only in one language. There's no order, no timeline, no logic. Just fragments finding their way to the light, in whatever language they decide to speak first. --- Marked as complete, but never truly finished. Some stories just keep finding their way home. --- Every idea, twist, and heartbeat in these stories is mine. Written by a human, polished with a bit of AI magic - still entirely made of heart and dreams. I use AI the way I'd use a mirror or a good editor - to reflect, to refine, and to challenge myself to do better.

A five-part story about burnout, emotional labor, and the one clean spoon that becomes the last thread holding a life together. Small scenes. Quiet honesty. Survival disguised as cereal.

"Some connections don't begin with a look - they begin with a sentence." Olivia McCallum never expected a quiet forum for writers to become her anchor. From her small flat in Edinburgh, she lives between essays, late-night drafts, and the silence of her own thoughts. Writing has always been her way of reaching out - even when there's no one listening. Then one night, a message appears under one of her posts. "If you ever turn that into a story, I'd like to read it." The message is from Noah Sullivan - a digital editor living in New York, someone who understands the rhythm of sleepless cities and sentences written at 2 a.m. What begins as a quiet exchange of words slowly unfolds into something deeper: two people trying to find honesty, belonging, and a piece of themselves in each other's distance. A story about modern loneliness, fragile connections, and the spaces between what's said and what's meant. Between Lines - sometimes, the smallest words carry the loudest truths.

My name is Tomoko Rui I am fifteen years old, I don't quite understand the concept of humanity and what it's supposed to stand for, or what it's supposed to feel like. This is my story, and the journey I had trying to find the true and real meaning behind being a human. (Updates each Sunday if not busy!) TW:mild mentions of suicide and descriptions that may affect sensitive readers! Continue at your own comfort I am a very young writer that tries to share theyr thoughts through stories, and I wish that I reach the right audience! Before you read the story itself id like to mention that my grammar sucks a lot, and that I don't really go by the rules since I want the story to feel like Rui is speaking from his own perspective on the moment you read! Also this is FICTIVE and nothing from the story has really happened, don't confuse that just because the MC has the same name as me, the author.

Poem collection. Expressing what I can't say out loud... Wounds open, ink spills- this is how I let go This collection comes from different corners of my life. Some poems are born from heartbreak-the kind that cracks you open quietly. Others come from the weight of isolation, those moments when the world feels distant and you feel even farther from yourself. Some pieces search for purpose, written in the middle of feeling lost and trying to find a direction. And a few are about losing a love that once felt safe. Every poem is a snapshot of a moment I lived, a feeling I carried, or something I couldn't say out loud. If any of these words speak to you, then I'm glad they found you.

"I didn't want this to burn out too fast. I wanted it to last, slow and steady, a burning ember that glowed for eternity." She's breaking under expectations. He's suffocating under love. Valeriana has spent her whole life performing as the perfect daughter while quietly falling apart under the weight of never being enough. Darius grew up in warmth and freedom, only to find that too much love can also be a cage. At Ceridian University, Valeriana just wants to survive another semester. Darius just wants to do his job and keep his heart out of it. But when their paths cross; the tutor sessions, quiet teasing, dinners, and moments that weren't supposed to matter turns into something neither expected. A bond built on shared exhaustion and unspoken care. They teach each other how to breathe again. How to laugh when the world feels too heavy. How to love without needing to be perfect. But as their connection deepens, so does the fear of losing control, of being too much, of not being enough. Because love, for them, isn't a rescue. It's a slow unravelling. A choice to stay when it would be easier to run. "The Way We Mend" is a tender, slow-burn romance about burnout, healing, and the quiet courage of being seen and loved as you are. {This is an original work written by me. I only upload this on Wattpad.} [Updates: 3 times a week] Illustrations page for the webnovel: https://www.instagram.com/hemlosa.my

For years I wrote because I didn't know how to speak. These pages hold every quiet battle, every fear, every moment I thought I wouldn't survive and the days I somehow did. This book is a few years of my personal diary , years shaped by depression, self harm thoughts, trauma and emotional storms I never thought I'd navigate. This is my diary. My darkness. My healing.

My collection of poems that explore various amounts of themes from love, grief and other topics. A compilation of free verse, spoken word and inspirational poetry. I started writing back in the year 2000. I have two books I wrote for a class project when I was ten. Throughout my formative years I drifted away from writing. A piece here and a piece there, nothing more than a few lines. As of four months ago my partner convinced me to follow my dreams.... And I did just that. So, stranger, yes you, The reader. I invite you to take this journey with me through life's mysteries. Maybe you will see what I see, feel what I feel, or cry when I've cried. I hope you enjoy the read. And the journey within my mind. Photography by Sammilate