Lonliness Stories

𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ★ ୨୧˚ ⋆｡˚ ☽ 𐙚 "Her eyes." He replied when the interviewer asked, "What's your favorite thing to watch when you're not doing anything?" "Apna sab kuchh chhor aaya tha, par mera sab kuchh yahin mil gaya." He said, admiring her with devotion. ♡ 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗩𝗜𝗞 𝗞𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔 A global superstar famous for his golden voice. Kind, handsome, funny, and known for giving the best concerts. To the world, he was sunshine in human form. But behind the fame was a man who had stopped believing in himself long ago, carrying the weight of his past and struggling with depression. When a false scandal destroyed the image he had spent years building, Rishvik ran away from the world, disappearing to hurt himself, only to end up as a teacher in a small village school. "I only sing love, I don't do love." ♡ 𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗥 A pahadi girl and a gold medalist in English Literature who left Mumbai after graduation, never telling anyone the reason why. After losing her parents at a young age, she stopped letting herself get attached to people. She runs a bookstore café in Shimla, teaches at her grandparents' school, and secretly writes love stories on Wattpad. She believes in love enough to write about it, but not enough to expect it for herself. And she absolutely hated the new teacher, not knowing who he really was. "Will I ever find the kind of love I write about?" ♡ The kind of love you see in old Bollywood movies. (Ramaiya Vastavaiya, Jab We Met coded <3) If Maula Mere Maula song was a book, it'd be Healing The Star. Happy ending or Sad ending? Read to find out <3 COMPLETED. (NO SMUT)

This is a story about a young woman who is a recovering alcoholic battling different things in her life such as some mental health disorders and codependency, its a story through the ups and downs in her life and how she manages to cope all of the blows in life as well as the positives that keep this roller coaster of a life going. Speaks about anxiety, stressors, coping mechanisms and relationship difficulties between relationships, friends and family.

When I entered the room, It was pitch dark, but I could see the familiar figure sitting, watching out the window facing his back to me. I turned on the lights and started walking toward him shouting"Again u came through the window ?, how many times should I say to you to come through ......My words are stuck in midair, seeing him in pain-filled eyes leaving a single tear out. I suddenly felt too sorry. I instantly hugged him, and he melted in my embrace letting his tears out. After a few minutes of silence, he finally said that "Today is the day, They left me alone in this huge sucking world . Why would they do this to me?". This was the first time I saw him so broken and in pain, which made me so sad. I never thought that he felt so lonely all this time. I just raised his head to meet his tear-filled eyes, They are watching you from there, if u grieve like this, how could they be happy there? Everything happens for a Reason, Believe me. How could u think that u are alone"My mom, your friends, me, our Santa and I forgot to mention Especially YOUR girls are there for you.... PLAYBOY".Yet you are feeling alone. Which makes him roll his eyes to me.So pity on my poor self then. Seriously you called me playboy tapping his index finger to my forehead.YES, I said and I will again too. Saying that I stood up and shouted PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY.........Then he just dragged my hand which made me fall on him on my bed."I never been a PLAYBOY to you, and ever will, so you should never say that again" in a low yet effective tone, which made me nod without my consent. I can feel my heart pounding.......fast, as there is no mere distance between us. After a few seconds of silence, he moved up to sit. I got up and was about to leave my room but turned and started shouting, PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY.....Which makes him follow. This is a short note of my story, and if u like, continue by reading.

NOT A BOOK BUT GO AHEAD AND READ I LIKE CAPS SO ITS GONNA BE IN CAPS BUT I'M NOT SCREAMING

In a world where people's vices are worn on their sleeves (or in this case, their yards), a couple finds how hard it is to heal.

This is to those who have similar feeling, situations or just want to experience someones else's journey through a hard life. This isn't really a story book. It's more of a "journal". Feelings and thoughts someone might have and situations someone my be experiencing.

A set of sci-fi shorts/ microfiction set over a decade aboard a dying colony-ship told through correspondence, archives, and a shifting narrative. Seemingly alone, a newly-woken crew-member struggles to piece together the events that led her here.

Firstly this is a play and is therefore set out in play form. Set in a tenement (Old apartment style) it tells the story of how one man's heartbreaking and shocking secret that will forever change the lives of everyone around him. Secrets, Guilt, Anger, Sarcasm, Humour, Impatience and Sympathy this play has it all.

We follow Bear through his unfortunate path to be reunited with an old friend.

A sad poem about loss.

The story of the fall of an alien who just wished to experience the world and their rule that followed...

Do you ever feel like you are wearing a mask? like what you really want cant be shown? Average school boy Jesse falls for a girl he cant have. When he realises his jokes aren't just jokes, it unveils something he'd never witnessed before, something he wanted to keep locked in its cage... Warning - follows themes of: ☆suicide ☆depression

she felt alone mentally and started writing her journey 🤝🏻🍃

REWRITING: I noticed that I am very far off on facts and I want to recycle this story and make it better. I'll still be leaving this version up as far as I have it. Tenzin is a nervous loner living in the Southern Air Temple. With his father gone visiting the Northern Air Temple, his anxiety attacks are getting worse. Although his mentor and respective uncle Monk Kwan is watching over him, he is feeling the constant pressure to join the young airbenders to the Western and Eastern Air Temples for the Season, to court and legally bond with the females there. But how could he reproduce and risk passing down the same fate he has to a child? How could his timid personality ever attract a female airbender, especially with the limited experience he has associating with them? But his curiosity gets the better of him as he decides to go with the young airbenders, but only to meditate in the famous Meditation Circle at the Eastern Air Temple. When he accidentally disrupts a female airbender's traditional week-long meditation before her Anointment Ceremony, the last thing he expects is to make a friend. But the upbeat, cheerful, forgiving yet unforgiving young woman won't take a no to a game of airball for an answer. Will she still be able to accept him when he tells her what he is? No one else has, so how could she be any different? Is there a possibility of a real Air Nomadic life for him? This is my own idea of how Aang's parents met and their relationship, and the Air Nomad's traditional way of reproducing. If you had your own idea of how it should have been and you're upset about how mine is completely different, then I apologize but I'm excited to write my story. If, during the book you have any ideas or opinions you would like be to add, I'm completely open to them. Please don't take my ideas or my story. I'm only using the facts that I've found online, the show, or from my own imagination. Credit goes to Mike and Bryan for their amazing show.

These poems that i have wrote mainly come from my depressive side or my romantic side. They all express who i am and what my life is like. I write these poems and share them with you because i hop that they will help you get through difficult situations about love, self-harm or suicide. I hope you all like these poems. I agree that they are not for everybody but i have wrote themto help you and me!!

Using Joy Harjo's "How To Write a Poem in a Time of War" as a reference point for formatting, the poem "two thousand and twenty" touches on major events that occurred in twenty twenty and their emotional impact. Topics that were focused on include police brutality, COVID-19, and mental wellness. Italicized lines intertwined throughout the poem represent my thoughts.

What would life be worth without sunbeams on your cheeks? Sometimes that one small window you look out every morning to see the city waking up is enough to survive. If only it's set to the east. Maybe there still is something to be grateful for. Even these days. Enjoy the cosy morning.

i'd describe the poems i write as a hard copy of my thoughts.

A collection of mine of sad notes and stories for you to read, might make you more sad, might help you cope. Will update everytime I get an idea (which is often) Feel free to input your own notes or stories you would like me to add!