Introspection Stories

Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

------------------------------------------------------------ The world called Rover a savior. But he could not save his daughter. When Aemeath vanished beyond the Stridergate to save the world, something inside him did too. Time stopped. Five days passed -searching for answers with the help of Startorch Academy and his old friends. Because somewhere beyond the gate, she is still waiting. She wished for him to not be sad. But he couldn't do that knowing she could still be saved. And since she ignored his wish to 'live a simple, happy life' - he would ignore her wish too. As fragments of the past begin to surface, Rover discovers that her disappearance is tied to secrets buried deep within Startorch Academy itself. Linked to the Fractsidus. Forgotten experiments. Tampered records. A truth that shouldn't exist. And at the center of it all stands a survivor of the voidstorm - a boy with no memories, and a past that refuses to stay buried. ----------------------------------------------------------- For you, golden child. For you, my past self. For you, Rover and Aemeath. This is a Wuthering Waves fanfic written by me, Cyber, to cope with the loss of Aemeath after 3.1! (to save these goddamn martyrs for a father and daughter that made me cry for five days straight.) Uploads will come whenever I feel like it! Lmao. ------------------------------------------------------------

Words unwritten, a quill with no ink. The ethereal shrouded with truth, lies that keep the mundane from taking hold. Stories, untold - Only whispered, only carried by winds unfelt but by those who listen closely. So listen, between these lines you might find echoes of a voice you once had. One you silenced in favor of normalcy. One you locked away deep within the pages of your heart, the very ones you forbade every soul that came close from reading. The very ones that stoke the fire you so very desperately desire. For thine eyes only, you kindred spirits who share the fate of looking from a distance.

There are wars we never speak of... and truths only the heart dares to whisper." In this hauntingly honest collection of poetry, every emotional layer - from the silence of suppressed rage to the gentle ache of unspoken love. What My Eyes Couldn't See is not just a book of poems; it's a journal carved from heartbreak, identity loss, quiet healing, and the desperate search for self in a world that demands masks. Each piece is a fragment - a shard from a heart learning to bleed beautifully. From shattered glass to longing glances, from battles within to voices never heard, these poems explore what it means to feel everything... and still stay silent. If you've ever felt invisible in a crowded room... If your rage has ever built walls behind your smile... If your love has gone unsaid for fear of being misunderstood... This book is for you. Because sometimes the loudest screams... are the ones no one hears.

A mythos lit into being by an angel's descent, the forgotten memory of a shattered flower, and a sister sealed in human skin-slowly recovering who she is within the Dreaming. Five cosmic brothers and one watchful demon circle the past she can't outrun. This is a family reunion she never chose... and one the universe might not survive.

When a town begins to fracture without warning, the ground beneath the ordinary starts to thin. Told through poetry, this is a journey of collapse, wilderness, and quiet becoming - tracing the path from smoke and narrow walls to river, mountain, and a slowly built heaven.

When people betray you, you don't just lose trust in them. You lose yourself. Aiden stopped explaining a long time ago. At school, he's quiet. Invisible. Forgotten. At home, silence says more than words ever did. But online, under the name BellAfterMidnight, his words are everywhere- felt by thousands who don't know his face. Between a past that blamed him, a family that noticed too late, an obsession that won't let go, and a nameless girl on a school rooftop who listens without asking- this is the story of a boy learning that silence can protect you... but it can't heal you. A slow-burn, emotional story about trauma, anonymity, and quiet connection.

"The devil couldn't reach me," I said. But he was already wearing the face of someone I once called love. ••• They say the devil lives in temptation, but I found him living in my memory, echoing in the voice that told me to stay when I should have run. He wasn't the monster of legends. He was just a quiet, mysterious man who perfectly reflected every fear and every wound I carried inside. This is the raw confession of a girl who thought she escaped hell, only to realize the final battle had to happen within her own skin, proving that true damnation doesn't come from below, but from within.

Sable Travingdale hates summer. And summer seems to hate her back. Between floods, grief, and ghosted friendships (literally and hypothetically), every summer feels like a rerun of something she didn't ask for. But this year, she's enrolled in summer classes at Bluegrass Valley Community College. Partially to avoid her house, mostly to prove to summer that she'll keep fighting it. There, she meets Nova: a plant-obsessed chaos engine with quirks for hobbies and a jungle for an apartment. Alongside Elowen: quiet, observant, possibly psychic; and Jesse Moore, the boy she remembers too well, who doesn't seem to remember her at all. But memory has sharp edges. And when Jesse starts showing up more often: annoying, chatty, and completely unaware, Sable is forced to confront what it means to be remembered wrong... or not at all, all while being pulled into a summer of playlists, plants, and emotional detours. Even then, summer keeps dragging her in. Hope you brought your boots, 'cause it's gonna be a messy summer!

In Aetherion, a floating city ruled by gears and ritual, time never slips-until it does. When a young man finds a hidden artifact that shouldn't exist, the city's old paths begin to shift. Maps rewrite, doors awaken, and the clock that once kept order now demands proof of worth. But when the city deems him 'unsuitable,' his true journey begins-not to fix Aetherion, but to listen to what the sky forgot.

This poetry book, Echoes Beneath the Moonlight, is a collection of deeply emotional reflections that travel through love, heartbreak, loneliness, devotion, and silent resilience. Beneath the soft glow of moonlit nights and within dimly lit rooms of memory, these poems explore the fragile state of the human soul - wounded yet hopeful, broken yet still capable of loving. Through recurring symbols of the moon, shattered hearts, silent rivers, freezing seas, and trembling breaths, the book captures the ache of longing, the fear of losing someone, and the quiet strength found in enduring pain. Each piece feels like a confession whispered into the night - sometimes romantic, sometimes philosophical, sometimes standing at the edge of mortality - but always sincere. Echoes Beneath the Moonlight is not just a poetry collection; it is the voice of a soul navigating darkness while still searching for light.

Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with because i was bored lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

For those who learned to survive in the ink. For those who speak in oceans but are heard like shorelines. This is about loving in the only language that ever kept you alive.

Melissa Linwood - an aspiring young woman who's offered a chance at Northwood Institute of Applied Science, meant whole new start. Though not a simple world; between juggling demanding coursework, part-time jobs, and family obligations, Melissa collides with certain boundaries. Amid the quiet chaos of university life, what follows is a powerful exploration of love, loyalty, and the invisible force that binds us: the resonance between people that can break us-or save us.

Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.

My Chaotic point of views! I don't intend to hurt anyone...

Eleanor has always believed silence was safer than speaking. But when the rain refuses to stop, every drop reminds her of what she's lost - and what she's still running from. Alone at the window, she watches the world blur, caught between grief and the fragile pull of something new. A story of solitude, faith, and quiet resilience; the journey of a college student whose life has only just begun.

She has always known how to stay. She is learning how not to disappear. Alexy lives in quiet orbits, between family expectations, friendships that almost anchor her, and a world that finds her useful but rarely asks what she wants. She listens. She adapts. She makes space. Until one day, she doesn't. The Spaces Within is a soft, introspective coming-of-age story about silence, boundaries, and the courage it takes to stop arranging yourself for others. Told through small moments and inner shifts, this novel explores what it means to exist gently in a loud world, and what happens when stillness begins to move. This is a story for anyone who has ever felt- Present, but not centered Included, but unchosen Strong in quiet ways no one notices There are no grand twists here. Only gravity, distance, and the slow pull toward selfhood. Author's Note: This is a quiet story. It doesn't rush, and it doesn't shout. If you like small moments, inner worlds, and characters who change slowly - this is for you.