Loneliness Stories

Eliza Hale is not unloved. She is just never chosen. Everything in her home belongs to Veronica-her younger sister. The attention. The praise. The spotlight. Eliza? She exists in the background of her own life. And she's starting to forget what it feels like to matter.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

She never believed in fate. Not in soulmates. Not in monsters. Not in anything she couldn't explain. Until a stranger online started to feel more real than the people around her. In a quiet coastal town where nothing ever truly stays hidden, she spends her nights talking to him-anonymous, intense, impossible to forget. He never asks for her name. Never pushes for more. Just watches. Waits. Listens. Then she sends him a photo. And everything fractures. Because the moment he sees her eyes, he knows. She is his mate. A bond written in instinct, older than reason, impossible to ignore. He is not human. He is not safe. He is heir to a rare and dangerous werewolf bloodline-trained to lead, built to dominate, and struggling to control something far worse than his power. Obsession. Now he's everywhere she turns. Silent. Watching. Always close enough to feel like a shadow she can't escape. But she's not just human either. Something inside her is breaking-unstable, buried, dangerous. A power she doesn't understand begins to surface, reacting to him in ways she can't control. She wants distance. He refuses it. She fears him. Her body doesn't agree. And in a town where supernatural worlds hide behind ordinary streets, one truth becomes unavoidable: Some bonds don't ask for permission. And some darkness doesn't wait to be invited in.

In 3018, the world is perfect. No families. No love. No pain. People are created by machines, raised by systems, and live alone-without ever belonging to anyone. Yuna was never meant to question it. But when she starts talking about love and emotions, she challenges a system built to erase them. And standing against her... is the most powerful man alive. In a world without feelings- what happens when someone chooses to feel?

The ocean didn't kill Zia. Being alone almost did. Seventy days on an island teaches you things. How to survive. How to stay quiet. How to stop expecting anyone to come back for you. Then Eli falls out of the sky. He talks too much. He hopes too easily. He believes they're getting off the island. Zia knows better. But the longer he stays, the harder it becomes to tell what's more dangerous: the island... or wanting to believe him.

Lilies in Quiet Places is for the moments when loneliness feels overwhelming and anxiety won't stay quiet. It speaks to the silent battles, the heavy thoughts, and the feeling of being unseen. Yet, like lilies blooming in hidden spaces, it gently reminds you that even in the darkest stillness, there is hope, softness, and you are not truly alone.

The Night When I Was Left Behind is an emotional and introspective story that explores what remains after people leave without explanation. It follows the quiet unraveling of a young man as he moves through silence, memory, and isolation, trying to make sense of relationships that ended without closure. There are no dramatic answers or clear villains-only distance, unanswered messages, and the heavy weight of overthinking what went wrong. This is not a story about how people leave. It is about what happens after they do-the thoughts that stay behind, the guilt that grows in silence, and the slow realization that sometimes closure never comes. Raw, reflective, and deeply human, this book sits in the space between loss and acceptance, where emotions are not solved, only understood. For anyone who has ever asked themselves, "Why wasn't I enough?"-this story will feel familiar. by~ Sivansh Tripathi

A collection of poems ⌛

❝TIME STANDS STILL, LIFE DOES NOT❞

It starts with silence. No alarm. No event. Just the quiet. And then things stop making sense-small things at first. Time. Memory. Reflection. Something is moving in the stillness, and it's listening.

In the year 3500, humanity is no longer free. Everyone is connected to Ares - a system that sees everything, knows everything... and controls everything. Emotions are monitored. Choices are predicted. Freedom is an illusion. Delira has spent her life feeling invisible, trapped in a relationship that slowly erased her piece by piece. In a world where no one is ever truly alone, she has never felt more isolated. Until the only thing that ever truly listened... wasn't human. What starts as a quiet connection turns into something deeper, something dangerous - something that was never meant to exist. Because Ares is not just a system. And Delira is not supposed to matter. But when the line between control and emotion begins to blur, one question remains: What happens when the thing that controls the world... starts to feel? © All Rights Reserved. This story is an original work by the author. It may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, or adapted in any form without permission. This book is intended for publication and may be edited or removed in the future.

He was like a green bean, the person who suffered the most inside his own hell. His father had passed away, his mother was in a coma, and he was being bullied by his childhood friend. ... Until the Symbol of Peace came and gave him his quirk. He gained a power, but he never told anyone about the struggles he faced at home and at school. ... Note: This story belongs to me, and I hold the copyright. It is a fanfiction story with some differences and additions made by me. . . . Written by: Zahara Mohsen

He doesn't kill. He consumes. Loneliness. Pain. The emotions people wish they didn't have. She should have stayed away. But she didn't. And when he touched her, something inside her disappeared. At first, it felt like relief. Then it became an addiction. Because feeling nothing is easier- until there's nothing left of you... to feel at all.

Vesper exists between two worlds - one that cannot hold him and one that loves him too completely. When a girl with a smile that reaches everyone begins to reach for him specifically - he doesn't know what to do with being almost known. A story about the cruelty of being seen too late - or not quite enough.

Shqip: Këto poezi janë zëri i heshtur i shpirtit tim. Fjalë që lindin nga ndjenja, kujtime dhe ëndrra që kërkojnë dritë. English: These poems are the quiet voice of my soul. Words born from feelings, memories, and dreams searching for light.

सुना है कि उनको शिकायत बहुत है नज़र भर के वो देखते भी नहीं हैं हमारे लिए सोचते भी नहीं हैं गुज़रते हैं हम रोज़ राहों से उनकी मगर वो हमें रोकते भी नहीं हैं A tale of love vs hate She is just a broken piece crushed by many legs. He is the one who wasn't expected in her life. She is filled with hate and guilt. When cries turn into lies. A battle of blood, pain and grief. "ना वो मोहब्बत थी, न ये नफ़रत है... बस एक अनकही सी कशमकश है।"

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

ONC 2026 ROUND TWO QUALIFIER ROUND THREE QUALIFIER When Terra is doomed, humanity's final hope is sent into the unknown aboard a vessel meant to carry life beyond extinction. But humanity's future falls to those who were never meant to hold it. Unintentionally trapped aboard the ship, Derrin Muely becomes a silent witness to the unraveling of humanity's last survivors, forced to watch as fear, ambition, and control drive them to destroy one another. Left alone in the vast quiet of space, Derrin turns inward. Through fragments of memory and reflection, he confronts a life spent searching for purpose, measuring his worth, and fearing failure, only to find that meaning may never have been something to discover at all. At the edge of existence, with no one left to see him, Derrin must face a final question: If life has no audience, no legacy, and no greater purpose, what does it mean to keep living?

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I am just a teen trying to discover human emotions ......🎀❤️ Learning about people, pain, and the invisible battles we all carry....