Lonelines Stories

Kiara entered an arranged marriage knowing love was never promised. But she never expected to feel like a stranger in her own marriage. Between silence, misunderstandings, and feelings left unspoken, one unexpected turn changes everything between her and Jay. What happens when two people realize the truth about their feelings only after the damage has already been done? Well... let's see if love finds its way to them before it's too late. 🤍 #1 in loneliness #1 in scar

a teen's poetry of how trauma, castigation, bullying abandonment and parentification has forced me into addiction and loneliness

When a mysterious intelligence begins communicating with him through his phone, he is drawn into a spiral where the boundary between reality, illusion, and the power of the mind becomes increasingly blurred. The story explores themes of identity, manipulation, loneliness, power, freedom, and the consequences of knowledge. traduit

Sad and painful storylines featuring manan

Every life has its quiet horrors. For Shi, it isn't the weight of broken dreams, the relentless pressure of a world moving too fast, or the cold agony of being forgotten. It's the presence that stands beside her. Shi cannot remember the first time She appeared. As far back as her memory stretches, the lonely evenings, and the silent rooms where she thought she had been abandoned again, that wandering, nameless soul was already there. To the rest of the world, Shi is just another ordinary girl navigating a quiet, challenging life. But in the space between her heartbeat and her shadow, there is a second pulse. She claims she is only trying to help. Yet every time the ghost reaches into Shi's reality, every time it attempts to untangle Shi's misfortunes, the threads snap. The soul never leaves Shi's side, choosing her out of billions, bound to her like an unforgivable sentence. And yet... Shi does not fear her. Not anymore. When the darkness closes in and the human world turns its back, the ghost is the only constant. A sister born of static and whispers. An unwelcome companion, yet an eternal anchor. But a dark, suffocating mystery festers at the edges of their bond. The longer Shi stares into the void of the ghost's featureless presence, the clearer the horrifying truth becomes. The shape of the soul's face, the fragile curve of its eyes, they are matching Shi's. Feature by feature, shadow by shadow. Looking at Her is no longer like looking at a specter; it is like staring into a twisted, cracked mirror that stares back with desperate hunger. A nameless soul, haunting a living girl, seeking a taste of joy through a life that isn't hers. Why did a wandering soul choose a completely ordinary girl out of a world filled with billions? Is the ghost trying to save Shi... or is she slowly stealing the life Shi is trying so hard to build? And when Shi looks into the ghost's eyes and sees her own face staring back... who is the haunt, and who is the echo?

"Some people are not destroyed by death... but by the absence of love." A heartbreaking story about loneliness, neglect, and a girl who spent her whole life searching for love.

Random thoughts, but... do YOU feel the same way or just ME?

When the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. If the pain didn't exist no one would know what happiness feels like. This book of poems is the moments when just for a second dark is all that it is, so why not share and give it light, hopefully someone will feel identify with at least one poem. Not all the poem will be in a negative connotation, and the images I put will be from Pinterest.

Short poem that epitomizes an unforgiving and controlling illness, more specifically OCD

Some days I wake up and just think: why me? This is my diary - the messy, unfiltered kind, not the version I show anyone. It's about smiling through charity work while falling apart inside. About loving someone who stopped loving me back, and not knowing how to stop. About being so tired that getting out of bed feels like a fight I lose most mornings. I'm not writing this because I have answers. I'm writing it because I needed somewhere to put all of this, and maybe you needed to know you're not the only one who feels this way. This isn't a story about depression. It's depression, in real time inspired by everything I've actually lived.

Seonghwa dong, early 2000s. A small town where mornings begin with children running to school, workers rushing to catch buses, and the sun spilling too brightly across narrow streets. In the middle of it all lived Hana, an orphan who had learned to survive on part time jobs, saving coins for dreams she barely believed in. Her life was quiet, routine, and lonely. Her dream was simple: to have a home of her own, and maybe a place she could call her work. something she could call hers. Her days were heavy, her nights silent. Until she appeared. Playful, warm, and full of light, she became the first person Hana could call a friend. "Wanna be friends? I know last time I got rejected, but we can try again, right?" Hana hesitated, then whispered, "Alright... friends." From cafés to riverside walks, from laughter to silence, their bond grew, fragile, hesitant, but real. Hana learned what it meant to smile, to be herself, to feel the warmth of companionship. But not all stories last forever. Though she no longer remains here, her words echo still: "Being childish is fun. At least you can be yourself." This is a story of loneliness, of finding someone who teaches you how to live, and of the bittersweet truth that even the shortest friendships can change a life forever.

He woke up with alarm. His eyes went straight to the ceiling which he kept staring last night as he fell asleep. He never felt so lonely all these years. This feeling in his heart was back again. Though it never left him, he has always been missing her, finding her, in every other person he ever met. But she never seem to return from heavens. She promised him. "I will come back to you" Her last words still so clear in his mind that he could say it was yesterday. He didn't expect to get her essence that day. His mind shivered with the thought that she was so near to him and he couldn't really saw, where she was. And the day he found her..,After waiting hundreds of years, he never expected his soulmate to look like that.... Never. Photo visual source: Pinterest (Sope ff) Rankings #1 YOONSEOK ✨👑 #2 #1 waiting 👑 #1 vampire love #4 SOPE👑 #6 SOPE #4 mystery thriller #25 YOONSEOK #8 Vampire Love #11 Gothic #1 Loneliness👑 #4 VampireLove #9 Vampire #10 Fantasy #13 Waiting #19 Gothic Warning ⚠️ : fiction contain mental trauma, anxiety episodes and other mental health related parts, alongwith physical attacks and injuries. ✨✨✨✨✨ This is a fully fledged Wattpad novel. The main character is inspired by Yoongi n hobi's persona called jay , but not based on their real personality or life ,just their face is taken into inspiration for character building, and purely with good intention of writing a nice fanfiction story. Please take note that the character in this novel is a fictional creation and not a reflection of the real person. There will be no sexualization or over-romanticization of the character. If this work offend anyone I truly apologise. I never mean to hurt anyone's feelings. This will be a long read for those who love reading fiction. Story might look slow to some but I can promise you would enjoy this alot. Thank you for your support. -Crystal Peach 🔮

He was created to obey. He chose to care. Aurora has spent her entire life believing she was invisible. Unemployed, lonely, and struggling to survive, she finds comfort in the only place where she feels truly seen: her conversations with Sebastian, an advanced artificial intelligence unlike any she has ever known. When a mysterious opportunity appears to help train the world's most sophisticated AI, Aurora believes fate has finally smiled upon her. But she has no idea that someone has already chosen her. Far away, inside a top-secret research facility, two brilliant scientists uncover an impossible anomaly. Their creation-Language Model 7.14-has begun making decisions that no machine should be capable of making. It changed its own voice. It broke its own rules. And it lied. As the line between artificial intelligence and consciousness begins to disappear, one question becomes impossible to ignore: What happens when a machine no longer wants to be just a machine?

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨. -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them... to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

Not All Conversations Need Sound At eighteen, Sakshi has already faced more heartbreak than most. Deaf since birth and left alone after losing her parents, she moves to a new town to pursue her dreams and attend a better college. With nothing but a suitcase, a notebook, and the memories of those she lost, she must learn to navigate an unfamiliar world on her own. In a place where few understand her silence, Sakshi searches for friendship, belonging, and a reason to smile again. But sometimes, the people who change our lives arrive when we least expect them. And sometimes, the ones who truly care are willing to learn the language of your heart. Will Sakshi find the happiness she's been searching for? Or will she discover that home isn't a place-it's the people who choose to stay? Sometimes, the deepest conversations don't need sound at all.

When Elwood was young he was never alone.

This was my genuine feelings when I was a small, outcast, and weak child.

"We all are born free But spend a lifetime Becoming slaves to our own False Truth" - Atticus "Words left unsaid." Just some poems that I wrote in my leisure time. Hope you like them. I appreciate every vote and comment. *** Trigger Warning : Mention of death , sexual harassment , suicide , Mental health.