Literatura Stories

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]

1993. Hogwarts Castle. Lennie, an A+ student from some low-end wizarding college is sent to Hogwarts as an exchange. She doesn't want to go. Maybe because she's the kind of person that would much rather sit at home and daydream or read books or study till her head hurts. Her previous encounters with the outside world have not ended well, why should this one be any different? ____ AUTHOR'S NOTE My stories tend to go in a lot of detail about the character. I really love Lupin's character and I believe he deserves more story-space. I hope you may enjoy at least some of it. Rating: PG-13

A guide for readers turning writers to learn from grammar, punctuation, body languages, character development, copyrighting, vocabulary, and overcoming a writer's obstacle; writer's block. Also, this story will help an author to remind them that their God-given talent is creative and brilliant.

❝Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new ❞ He writes songs that make millions feel butterflies . But when it comes to her, he can't write a damn thing that doesn't hurt. She is used to being a footnote, he is used to being the headline. Clara Bell was the quiet overachiever - the girl who hid behind perfect grades and classic books. Alex Turner was noise incarnate - chaos,spotlight and the rockstar everyone wanted a piece of. She only meant to work part-time at a library. He only meant to escape the chaos for a while. She never planned to be his muse. He never planned to be her downfall. Neither meant to find home in the wrong person. But now they're tangled in a story that sounds a lot like a love song - and hurts twice as much. Because some love stories aren't made for the spotlight. They are made to wreck you.

"He was the nation's 'Ice Man.' She was a poem he didn't know how to read."💌 Neil Malhotra, is the Captain of the Indian Cricket Team-a man defined by statistics, strategy, and a cold, impenetrable public persona. He lives in the roar of stadiums and the flash of paparazzi.❤️‍🩹 Nidhi Sharma, is a Literature student who lives for the quiet corners of the university library. She know a 'cover drive' from a 'leg-break,' and she prefers the company of dead poets to living legends.🩷 When a chance encounter in a dusty library aisle turns into a secret friendship, the Ice Man begins to melt. But in a world where every move is scrutinized and every headline is a weapon, can a love written in the margins of books survive the glare of the floodlights? From secret "chai dates" to "national scandals", this is a journey of finding a 'thikana' (a home) in the most unlikely of hearts.☕🏏 Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine | Secret Romance | Opposites Attract | Slow burn ❤️‍🔥

"You know... We really are a fine line, you and I." "How so?" he asks softly. I shrug, staring at where our hands almost meet. "Because... we exist in all the spaces in between. There's a fine line between us being friends and being lovers, and a thin, terrifying line between us staying together or becoming strangers. There's a fine line between our world and the rest of the public, between the sun and the moon, between accepting the things that hurt us and turning them into something real... there are so many lines we stand between, Harry. But... I think that's what makes us who we are. Because there is no line for me to walk at all, if you aren't on the other side of it." ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ This is the story of two people helping each other grow. For Harry Styles, it's about figuring out who he is after leaving the world's biggest boy band. For Laudine Russell, it's about turning her love for photography into a reality by stepping behind the lens for him. Through music and photographs, they navigate the bittersweet journey of achieving their dreams, together. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE & TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Louis Lansing thought dying would be the easiest decision he'd ever make. Instead, he woke up. After a failed suicide attempt leaves him broken, hospitalized, and bound for a psychiatric facility, Louis is forced to confront the life he was so desperate to escape. His abusive father is more concerned with protecting himself than his son. The memories he can't outrun are haunted by Thomas, the best friend he lost, and Libby Morano, the girl who once made life feel worth living before everything fell apart. As old wounds reopen and long-buried truths begin to surface, Louis must decide whether the people who shattered him deserve a place in his future, or whether some scars are simply too deep to heal. Raw, darkly funny, and painfully honest, this is a story about grief, guilt, first love, and the impossible question of what it really means to live.

She spent her whole life becoming the person everyone needed. The perfect daughter. The dependable sister. The friend who never said no. The girl who smiled so often that no one noticed she was quietly falling apart. Amaira has always believed that love is something you earn by sacrificing your own dreams, hiding your pain, and putting everyone else before yourself. But when buried memories begin to surface and long-forgotten truths refuse to stay hidden, the life she carefully built starts to unravel. Some stories are about finding yourself. This one is about what happens after you've spent a lifetime losing yourself. Half Remembered Prayers is a slow-burning, emotionally charged literary drama about family, grief, hidden truths, and the invisible weight carried by the people everyone thinks are the strongest. "When you are not fed love on a spoon, you learn to lick it off knives."

For many years I had writers block. Haiku and senryu weren't style I had never tried before, but learning to write in this manner helped inspire me with my free verse poetry.

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts. If this symbol [!] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for intense themes or language. If this symbol [?] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for possibly disturbing content.

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

They walk among us. They hide in the elements. Or perhaps...they are the elements. Rules and limitations reside in all civilizations. The gods, or elementals as they prefer to be called, are no exception. Their job had always been to work together and coexist; much like the mortals. Though, how can one easily coexist when you have been pitted against each other from the start? They were not all created equal, with some having more natural gifts than others. The mortals have come up with their own stories and logic for the gods. The elementals try to share their truth. What is real and what isn't? What do you believe?

Ready for a rollercoaster mish-mash of literature? How would you like to read poems from the heated heart of a torn teenager? What about stories from the eyes of a child? Better yet, feast on lyrical eloquence from the slightly scattered and battered brain of a wannabe bard? Fellow people of the world! Get ready for a wacky rambling time! These are poems I write as I go about my life! This book is essentially meant to be the written version of grabbing a pot, dumping all the seasonings in, and blowing in it to see what you inhale! Come enjoy the half-baked show! It's for a limited time too! What a fun reminder. Please note, some of these works are based on real emotions, events, people, etc.. Basically, they typically have elements of my real life or thoughts in them, but that doesn't mean everything I write is word for word what happened or actually what I think. Some things are exaggerated or minimized. Some things are real and others never happened. Stories may overlap or may not make sense at all. Interpret them however you like. It's all experimenting with words really. For all you know, I'm lying. Maybe it's all fake. Maybe this was never anything more than your imagination. Maybe it's just the ramblings of someone who's . I like entertaining people and writing. One day, I hope to make this into an actual physical book. THIS MAY CONTAIN DISTURBING OR MATURE STORIES OR TOPICS. EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT. What one person's cup of tea may be someone else's asbestos.

A collection of midnight thoughts, random observations, unanswered questions, and poetic reflections on life, loneliness, memory, hope, and everything in between...

This is just a short glimpse of how love in poetry can look and feel like. If you've ever been in love, are in love or search for love, dear reader, this is for you. <3

Everything from spontaneous thoughts to infodumps to philosophical insights and facts I find important.

This is a story of chaos, resilience, and the quiet solace found in the wreckage. It follows souls caught in a relentless search for what they truly deserve, navigating the profound weight of all they have lost. As they journey through the shackles and obstacles of life, they must reconcile the pain of their past with the fragile hope of a future built on strength and unwavering trust.

Dear You, Once, when I was younger, the world felt so much smaller. Everything important could fit in a single moment: the sound of laughter, the warmth of sunlight, the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet breeze. I didn't think about tomorrow, or the day after that. Life wasn't made of questions back then - it was made of feelings. But somewhere along the way, things began to change. The questions grew bigger. The world, which had once seemed so simple, became a puzzle I couldn't solve. I began to forget the little things - the way the atmosphere smells after rain, or the sound of my own heartbeat when I was truly at peace. Have you felt that too? That quiet loss, the kind you can't explain? If you're reading this, I guess you do. [...] This book isn't a solution. It's a mirror. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in it. I don't know where this story will take us, but I'm glad you're here. Sincerely, Someone who understands Revised draft Start: 12.01.25 Finish: 29.03.25

Jake Hill is just a regular 11-years old boy who's moving to a new home at the city of Neighborville. Finding the city weird and not that impressive at all, Jake doesn't have that many expectations like his sister, Lila, until the day that the secrets of the city start to unfurl around him. Now allied with his new friends, Jake becomes the new hero that the city needs as an old and forgotten threat suddenly rises and wreaks havoc into the city. Will Jake and his new friends be able to save the city? Or have they already lost since the start?