Literary Stories

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

This is my first ever reflective essay talking about the fragile line between longing for love and fearing the damage it leaves behind. A perspective of a teenager raised in a toxic household, questioning whether romance is something real or just a beautifully written illusion, and how i think their first love experience would go.

Ten Faces of Love is a collection of ten short stories that explore the many forms love can take in our lives.

"This is a slow-burning supernatural horror novel about five orphan brothers who grow up together beside a haunted lake in a small Indian town. As children, they are given names and a mysterious brass locket containing a photograph of five unknown children. Years later, they return to the abandoned house at the edge of the lake - and what unfolds over a single terrifying night forces each of them to confront their deepest fears, their loyalty to one another, and a very old evil that has been waiting for them their entire lives. It is not a gore-heavy horror story. The dread is psychological, the characters are deeply human, and the ending reveals that everything they experienced was part of a cycle that has been repeating for centuries."

An astronaut is left stranded in space for an undetermined amount of time. With no way to contact Earth, he merely exists tending to his vessel. However, something would always pull him away from his constant cycle of work. He would find a friend on the edge of the solar wing who keeps him alive longer than he should have. When the call home finally comes, The Astronaut must relearn what it means to be human.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

follows a 30-day journey of unrequited love, but also a gradual discovery of self-worth and self-love. each chapter is posted daily.

Some conversations slowly turn into promises. But life moves forward. Careers begin. Cities change people. And sometimes love doesn't end... it simply changes shape. The Last Bench is a quiet story about ambition, timing, and the spaces we leave open for the people who once walked beside us. Set between college classrooms and the realities of growing up, it follows two people who meet by chance, grow together, and slowly learn that love is not always about staying - sometimes it is about becoming.

"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.

Sam never expected a single uneasy friendship to unravel his entire sense of self. But when Kril, a boy with a talent for twisting truth, begins rewriting Sam's words, motives, and identity, a quiet discomfort spirals into a storm of manipulation, projection, and emotional distortion. Caught between Kril's control and Luci's compulsive lies, Sam becomes the villain in a story he never agreed to be part of. As accusations spread and friendships fracture, Sam is forced to confront the patterns that made him vulnerable: his empathy, his softness, his need to be understood. When the chaos finally collapses, he steps into the quiet aftermath with the help of Maya's fierce loyalty, Isa's steadiness, and new friendships that show him what safety actually feels like. This is a psychological drama about the lies people tell, the shadows they cast, and the strength it takes to reclaim your own narrative. Sam's journey is one of clarity, boundaries, and becoming the author of his own story again.

You were my sunlight, my Marcel... and yet, you were worlds away. You were my Mahru... my most beautiful torment. As dark as the night, as luminous as the moon. A story as tragic as the Sun and the Moon being forbidden from the same sky-yet as passionate as the eclipse that would shroud the world in darkness, should they ever meet.

Natuto siyang mabuhay nang tahimik- by loving carefully, by not naming things too soon, by leaving before anything could hurt too deeply. Druid arrives at a new job carrying more than ambition. May dala siyang nakaraan, isang pagmamahal na nawala the moment na pinili niyang malaman ang katotohanan. Kaya nang mapansin siya ni Sam-gently, without demand-something unsettled within her. Hindi lang attraction, she felt the the fear to be seen, ang takot na maging vulnerable ulit. What they have is not a loud romance, but more often than not, silence can be so loud. Theirs lives in pauses held too long, in glances that linger, in questions almost asked and answers never given. Sam offers presence. Druid offers distance. Between them, understanding grows-quiet, careful, and tense. As family expectations tighten and old wounds surface, Druid must confront the cost of safety-of choosing silence over connection, restraint over risk. Because some loves don't end in betrayal. Some end because no one was brave enough to reach. Will Druid have courage enough to face and confront her past to make space to her present? This is a story about quiet longing, about the things we protect ourselves from, and about how sometimes the most devastating loss isn't what was taken-but what was never claimed.

Based on a true story. A novel about the first person to step into these doors, the man who loved her, and the woman who protected her. The Saint Anthony House was supposed to be a bed and breakfast. It turned into a refuge stitched together by one woman's stubborn belief that broken things can be mended. Through the intertwined perspectives of Grazia, a young woman clawing her way back to herself; Anatoly, the man who has loved her since before either of them knew what love meant; and Caterina, the fierce, tender founder who shelters them both, this story becomes a love letter to the quiet sanctuaries that change us. As Grazia recovers within its walls, Anatoly stumbles into the House as a temporary worker and finds himself drawn into its strange gravity...and back toward the girl he's never stopped caring for. Under Caterina's watchful, maternal presence, the two of them rediscover each other in the soft light of the place. The Saint Anthony House is a story about second chances, chosen family, and the way a single place can hold the weight of three lives until they're strong enough to hold themselves.

Lucy is born into a community that requires its members to recruit three people before they turn twenty. Or pay the price.

What do you do when the right person shows up at the wrong version of you? Noa lost himself in his last relationship. Not dramatically slowly, quietly, until he couldn't trust his own reading of the room anymore. He's spent eighteen months getting himself back. Saoirse Voss is brilliant, perceptive, and leaving for Oslo in four months. She notices things about him he hasn't told anyone. She says things that lodge in his chest and won't leave. She makes him want to be the version of himself that's ready. He is not ready. Due 2 Love is a story about the art that holds us together, the grief we carry quietly, and the love that finds you even when you built your whole life to prevent it.

We Answered Our Own Questions is a choral-voice historical fiction set across four weeks in London, 1693, the exact lifespan of The Ladies' Mercury, the world's first women's magazine. Told through a collective "we," the story follows a chorus of ordinary women, a widow who runs a chandler's shop, a seamstress not yet married, an apothecary's wife, a dyer's widow, each of whom wrote a letter to the Mercury that was never printed. When the publication folds after four issues with a quiet thank-you and no acknowledgment of the women it leaves behind, the chorus must reckon with what it means to be briefly seen and then made invisible again. Anchored in the quiet realism of tallow candles, penny coins, and household account books, this is a story about the archaeology of women's interior lives, the questions that had nowhere to go, and the private archives women built to hold them anyway.

Here are some of my random thoughts (sometimes nonsense) that I happen to think of during the day!! You can also get captions here for your lovely photos. Hope you guys enjoy! O:-)

ACANDRAS awakens in a space that is neither sleep nor waking. Words exist, but speech does not. A voice speaks. A path begins. This is not a story of heroes or worlds, but of an essence in transit-a soul moving from the vastness of the universe toward birth. Along the way, each encounter, each threshold, will shape what must be learned once life begins. ACANDRAS is a speculative, symbolic tale about becoming human, about memory before memory, and about the invisible journey that precedes every life.