Literaryfiction Stories

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

Some stories don't need names. They live in the spaces between breaths, in the pauses between two strangers, in the memories that refuse to fade. This is one of those stories. A Flower Bench - a short emotional tale for anyone who's ever waited for someone... or for themselves.

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. Two strangers caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction · Literary Fiction · Contemporary · New Adult ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

[Soon by WATTPAD BOOKS] In the prestigious race of stars, Sozo must hide the truth of who she is or pay with her life, but her blossoming relationship with the most talented competitor threatens everything she's worked for. ***** Every ten years, the lucky chosen bond with stars and race to win a wish. Any wish. Sozo is one of the lucky chosen, but she has a secret: as an Omen -- cursed beings that can transform into monsters -- she's forbidden from competing. Discovery would mean her death. Can she hope to keep her identity a secret, let alone win the race, especially as the talented and sunny Naqi enters the picture? When Sozo is given an ultimatum, she has to choose: betray her Omen people, or betray the people who are slowly, surely, becoming like a family to her. --- WATTYS AWARD 2020 "Bar none, this was [Senior Editorial Specialist] Amanda's absolute favourite read from the Wattys this year. It makes you cry, just from pure, uncontainable joy, and the ending kept us reading until nearly 6am. Everything about this story is beautiful. We were astounded that anyone could create something so magnificent and moving and magical. This level of storytelling mastery will never not blow us away." [Word Count: 70,500]

This is a 'romantic' love story set in St. Petersburg in 2030. AI watches cover human life around the clock, and the definition of a poet has become a person who trains AI to write poetry. 20-year-old Spanish student Julia and a Chinese student of the same age meet during four White Nights, and the two take off their watches together. In an era where AI writes poetry for humans and takes over human emotions, what will Dostoevsky's White Nights become?

Nobody would've thought that a squonk could be intelligent; but I am. Born and raised in a dense forest, my whole life was filled with misery and sorrow. But, that didn't stop me. I bravely snuck into human-made buildings whenever I could and stole things. What type of things? Well, books. Books are what kept me thriving, what made me understand the world around me. There is beauty in these stories I've read and I couldn't help but wonder: Why can't I be beautiful like these characters? Each book I read throughout the years helps me understand more about the thought process of humans, and yet, that didn't stop them from mistreating those they see as ugly or useless in the real world. Almost caught by them, laughed at by them; I would never be anything in their eyes. But never did I think I would make alliances in my life after leaving my gloomy home. Never thought I would be loved or even liked for what I am, let alone accepted. But, I was and am. These connections and experiences changed my life forever. They called me Beugoel, and this is my story.

Recognition only comes from compassion, not from attention, and compassion is recognition.

|3X FEATURED · SHORTYS 2025 SHORTLIST · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| #SupportPacificIslanderVoices Erin, a conflicted Elemental Spirit, embarks on a life-changing journey across the ocean as the first hurricane of the 2025 Atlantic Hurricane Season. *** Erin hasn't been an Elemental Spirit for long, but she has watched the Earth change right before her, becoming more unrecognizable each day because of humans. As her first journey across the Atlantic Ocean approaches, she has one goal and one goal only: to eliminate the humans. Take them out one by one, starting with the Caribbean. As Erin moves her thunderstorms away from Cape Verde and begins organizing into a massive hurricane, she starts seeing the world from different perspectives: between ships, islands, animals, and even the Hurricane Hunters investigating her. When she nears peak intensity in the Caribbean, Erin faces the toughest question of all: "Is this right, or am I just another monster?" That's something the young hurricane must figure out on her own. *** *A short story inspired by Henry Loomis's quote in Jurassic World Rebirth: "When the Earth gets tired of us, believe me, it will shake us off like a summer cold."* *FYI: This is a story, not a science lesson, so don't expect everything to be completely accurate.* *Moral: There is just as much good in the world as there is evil.* *Word Count: 5,000 exactly (500 words per chapter).*

Eve runs a cafe. It's hers, for eternity, with Adam behind the counter and trips to the fruit stands in the truck with a rattling engine, and a revolving door of women who seem just shy of familiar.

"𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?" She once left home seeking freedom and has returned home to meet herself again. When Devika signs the divorce papers, it's not just about ending a marriage; it's also the beginning of a journey to find herself again. With a suitcase of memories, her daughter, and memories of the past that haunt her and nurture her heart, Devika returns to Madhurapatna after ten years. As forgotten wounds resurface and new bonds are formed, Devika must learn that healing isn't a destination, but a journey like the tides of the sea. With the nostalgic sea, and her daughter by her side, she learns what it means to belong, to forgive and restart life. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 is a story of second chances, quiet strength and generational healing. Join the journey of Devika as she once again learns to hold the reins of her life on 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆. Start: 07/09/25 End: TBA Updates: Every Sunday

Sakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first time, he wants to be seen. But wanting something for yourself comes with a price. And in the space of a perfect summer, it all falls apart. Keichi learns that sometimes, beauty only exists because it doesn't last. Some people leave. Some stay. And some teach you that even halcyon days must end. \ A poetic coming-of-age told in minimalist, cinematic fragments, Wingman lingers on the small, transient moments that define youth-and the feeling of quiet yearning. --- (c) Credit of cover goes to artist of the drawing. Everything else, I edited on.

Alex leaned over my desk, tapping the cover of my notebook. "Be honest," he said. "Do you write about me in there?" "No," I said. "I write to avoid people like you." "Wow! Harsh... And here I was thinking we had something special." He grinned, the kind that makes you roll your eyes just to keep your heart from doing anything stupid. I told myself to expect less, less mess, less drama, less boys with stupid smiles. But somehow, life had other plans. Mia has a cheating boyfriend, Eli's confusingly kind, and somehow I ended up in the middle of everyone else's chaos while trying to survive my last year of high school. And then there's Alex.... Always joking, always flirting, always showing up at the exact moment I'm pretending I don't care. ------ *This is the story of expecting less... and accidentally wanting more.

She was in front of him but he could not recognise her, but when he did, what did he get? Betrayal. Amayra Rathore, a broken girl with a broken heart, out of the blue, finds herself working in his childhood Love's company but he does not remember her. But when he does, she cannot bring herself to tell her truth to him. So she runs away from him. Ranveer Shekhawat, The CEO of Shekhawat Groups and a hidden Mafia. A man who never cared about anyone else, starts hating everyone who tries to get to her because according to him. She is HIS. His MS. ASSISTANT, His to love and his to break. . . . . "Let anyone touch you, and I swear, I will make you shoot him yourself". "You have intoxicated me with that kiss Amayra" "You are mine, and there's no going back now". "Every inch of you belongs to me Amayra. And no one gets what's mine". "Missed me Ms. Assistant.. Ohh sorry Mrs. Amayra Ranveer Shekhawat?"

When Freedom Whispers A romance born of rebellion, faith, and the fire to choose yourself. When Freedom Whispers isn't just about love-it's about the cost of being seen. A fantasy of the soul. A literary journey through yearning, identity, and the quiet ache of becoming. Jaeon has always been too quiet. Too observant. Too much. In a world where silence is safety and obedience is love, he learns to shrink-until he no longer knows which parts of him are real, and which were surrendered just to survive. Told in six parts, drifting between waking and dream, When Freedom Whispers is not just the story of two boys falling in love. It's the story of one boy searching for himself- For the right to feel. To question. To be held without flinching. As reality begins to blur and longing takes on a life of its own, Jaeon is drawn toward something-someone-that feels like truth. But truth doesn't always speak in daylight. Sometimes, it arrives in dreams. In silence. In the warmth of a hand that finally stays. This is a fantasy- Of intimacy that defies labels. Of love that reshapes reality. Of healing that begins in the places no one sees. This is a romance- But not the kind you've read before.

Elia was only a child ,a heartbeat of laughter, a flicker of light in a quiet town that forgot how to listen. Then one day, the rope stopped turning. Years later, someone still remembers. Someone still hears the rhythm. And someone is finally ready to step into the silence that began it all. My story is told in 39 haunting fragments,21 Jumps and 18 Stops. This story moves between innocence and vengeance, love and grief, sound and silence. "Because what word is there for a child who disappears and never gets to grow old?"

Two university students lives intersect during their year abroad. Despite having never seen the other on-campus before, they seem to be living identical lives- both riddled with nepotism and overachievement. Due to their similarities, they latch onto the other precariously fast. Standing on opposite sides of the tech world, the pair of inheritors must fight the forces that threaten to tear their constantly shifting relationship apart- even when the forces become internal. (Based on bestphonesforever web series, yes, silly, I know) (Chapters r likely altered as well after publishing so lookout for that!)

Ezryn exists in a world of quiet. For her, silence isn't empty; it's a refuge of clarity in a noisy, demanding world. She understands actions, not words. The weight of a door closing. The logic of a finished task. The sharp, clarifying pain of a burn. When the chaos of other people's emotions encroaches, her first instinct is to retreat behind her own walls. But a single, broken voice on the phone-Liora's voice-pierces that silence with a sound she cannot ignore. Liora is unraveling. The pressure to be perfect, to be strong for everyone else, has finally snapped. Huddled in the wreckage of a devastating family dinner, she is utterly alone, convinced her vulnerability is a failure. The last person she expects to see is Ezryn, a woman who communicates in gestures, not platitudes. Who doesn't tell her it will be okay, but simply sits in the dark with her, an anchor in the storm. This is where their story begins: in the quiet aftermath. It is a slow, aching journey between a woman learning how to fall apart and a woman learning how to hold the pieces. For Liora, Ezryn's steadfast presence becomes a shelter where she discovers that breaking is not the end. For Ezryn, Liora's trust becomes a quiet question she's never been asked before: what is the weight of a touch? The meaning of a heartbeat under her hand? Their connection grows in the spaces between words, in shared silence over morning coffee and the unspoken language of simply being there. But the weight of quiet is a heavy thing... Is it the beginning of peace, or merely a different kind of suffering? Can a person learn to live with their broken pieces, or is true healing something else entirely... © All rights reserved. This work is my original creation and may not be copied, reproduced, or distributed without permission.

About My Short Stories This is an ongoing collection of short stories-each one inspired by the people who've left a mark on my life. Family, friends, coworkers, and even passing acquaintances all have their own stories, and here you'll find them captured in snapshots. Some are funny, some bittersweet, some unforgettable-but all of them are real moments seen through my eyes. A celebration of the characters we meet along the way, and the ways they shape who we become.

She was raised to be quiet - to take up less space, less attention, less breath. She learned young that love could sound like criticism, and that survival could look like smiling through loneliness. College didn't free her. Instead, it magnified everything she had tried to bury: the fear of friendships, the shame about her body, the exhaustion of pretending she was fine. But somewhere between the memories that hurt and the dreams that feel too bright to touch, something shifts. Not hope. Not healing. Just the beginning - a small, stubborn breath that says she doesn't have to disappear to exist. A story about growing up invisible, breaking in silence, and learning - painfully, slowly - to take up space again. CW: Themes of Loneliness, Emotional Neglect, and Mental Health Struggles. No Graphic Content.

She didn't dance to impress. She grooved to exist. In a school auditorium pulsing with music and laughter, a girl moved like poetry in motion. Her elegance was effortless, her rhythm magnetic. She wore her uniform like grace stitched into fabric, and when she danced, the world didn't cheer-it paused. This is a story about presence. About the kind of beauty that doesn't shout-it whispers and lingers. Through foggy winter evenings, glowing streetlights, and van rides filled with laughter, she left behind more than memories. She became a feeling. A soul watched without eyes. A heart listened without sound. If you've ever witnessed someone so in tune with the moment that it changed you-this story will speak to you. She grooved. And the world watched quietly. 🔹 A poetic tribute to grace, rhythm, and the quiet power of being unforgettable