Lostinthought Stories

"A driven businesswoman with no time for love crosses paths with a reckless heir to a powerful empire. Their unexpected collision ignites a fiery tension, forcing them to question everything about control, desire, and fate."✨️♥️

Randomness my brain came up with. All because of @mideoftheshadows

A little girl who wants attention from her brother. A girl named, Senju Akashi has always wanted to spend time with her brother who is called, Haruchiyo Akashi. The thing is Harichiyo doesn't like spending time with, Senju because he always gets scolded by his older brother for not spending time with her little sister. Senju feels this overwhelming pain when her dearest brother shouts mean things to her. The little girl feels left out from the boy group that her brother is in since she's just some 'little sister's brother'. Then one day Senju falls into a deep coma. Suddenly the girl hears a voice, she sees a shadow. The shadow maniplating Senju who's not understanding what's going on. Two years later she wakes but only to feel emptiness and nothing. Senju, who was once a rising sun is now driven in the darkness of shadows. Senju's mind is blank, Senju loses her memories. Her comrades try to help her regain her memories but nothing seems to work. New people meet Senju and make unpleasant plans for her future."𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚," says coldy, Senju before walking towards the darkness. This timeline may not follow the original timeline from Tokyo Revengers 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. You have been warned... R A T E S #1 myfirstwriting #1 loveyouguys #1 lostinthought #1 senjuakashi #2 akashisiblings I hope you enjoy! :)

"Ham musafir or manzil ka dost kise kahein? ye sochte he mere dimag me jo pahla naam ata hai safar, jo musafir or manzil ko milane ka kaam karta hai safar khubsurat to hota hai par hamesha ke liye nahi manzil se pahle musafir ka sahara hota hai manzil ke baad yaad ho jata hai, safar me aksar bohot se log hame milte hai or vo bhi bilkul us safar ki tarah ke he hote hai manzil se pahle sahara or manzil aane ke baad yaad"

Miss you!!

Do you ever have the feeling like your life is boring? Do you ever have the feeling that you want to escape your life? Do you ever think about how your life would be if it was more interesting? Do you ever live between the world in your head and the real world? Do you ever feel like sleeping and never wanting to wake up, being stuck in a sweet dream? Do you ever think that the world is the wrong thing here, not you? Because I do. And I feel like I'm not supposed to be here.

A collection of my thoughts in the form of poems

"Nothing, Everything, and the Illusion of It All" isn't here to give you answers. It's not a guide, not a philosophy to follow, not a set of rules to live by. It's a journey-a dive into the nothingness that surrounds us, the everything that pulls us in, and the illusions we mistake for truth. You've questioned things before. You've felt the weight of existence pressing down, the realization that everything you were told to chase-success, love, meaning-is just another layer of the illusion. You already know that the world isn't what it pretends to be. This book won't tell you what to do. It won't promise peace, nor will it try to convince you of some grand purpose. It will only lay things bare. It will challenge what you think you know, push you to see beyond the distractions, and leave you with nothing but your own mind staring back at you. In the end, all you have is yourself. And maybe, that's all you ever needed. "कुछ नहीं, सब कुछ, और इन सबका भ्रम" ये किताब तुम्हें जवाब देने नहीं आई। ये कोई मार्गदर्शक नहीं, कोई दर्शन नहीं, कोई नियमों का सेट नहीं जिसे तुम मान लो। ये सिर्फ एक सफर है-एक गोता उस शून्यता में जो हमें घेरे हुए है, उस सब कुछ में जो हमें खींचता है, और उन भ्रमों में जिन्हें हम सच मान बैठते हैं। तुम पहले भी सवाल कर चुके हो। तुमने उस बोझ को महसूस किया है जो अस्तित्व तुम्हारे कंधों पर डालता है, ये समझ कि जिस चीज़ के पीछे तु

You wonder when it all started. Little Lord Anthony. Mischievous, arrogant, narrow-minded, utterly unbearable Lord Anthony, Viscount Orlando, the very young master of the Adipramana Marquessate. You wonder, what happened that this eyesore of an imperial noble ended up peacefully asleep, his head resting on your lap, as you watched your children play tag in the garden. You truly wonder, why and how you, the daughter of a mere baron in a vassal country, became the next Marchioness Adipramana.

This book is a collection of moments caught in the strange glow between thought and reality. Each piece begins with a shift in air, a scene laid out like a stage before anyone walks onto it. The narrator studies these situations the way some people study wounds: slowly, carefully, and with a private logic that refuses to walk in a straight line. Inside these pages you'll find monologues that wander through the quiet corridors of a mind that never learned the approved version of reasoning, and dialogues that spark between characters who feel like shadows meeting under odd streetlights. Every scene stands alone, yet each carries the same pulse, the same crooked heartbeat that tries to make sense of a world that rarely explains itself. This isn't a traditional story. It is a map of thoughts that bend, break, reform, and sometimes contradict themselves. A set of episodes where emotions, instincts, memory, and raw perspective collide. A journal of the unsaid. A voice trying to decode life by inventing its own rules as it goes. For readers who love honesty without polish, logic without permission, and moments that bite harder because they refuse to be softened, this book opens its doors. Step in. Listen closely. Nothing here fits neatly into place, but everything here follows its own kind of truth.

through tears ive shed, shameless nights i slept and countless days i count while the hours lie wake.

This story is about a girl named Maria she change from being in a two bedroom apartment two bedroom house she's not used to having this luxury life style ever sent her dad company became such a success they had everything she ever wanted the only thing she ever one it was the not move and have our old life back I she know they were struggling but I move schools I lost all my friends and my mum and dad know how much is hard for me to make friends when Maria's started school if your friends it wasn't actually that bad as she thought until she got on Amanda's bad side one day she spilled some food on Amanda by accident and Amanda looked at her and pushed on the ground knocking all her books including a food all over her face and hair amendable to her is there and laughed and all the schools are to look at her and started to laugh too she looked and said I thought this was going to be a good year but I guess not as I ran away i was straight to the principals office and told her everything and of course Amanda had to be the principles daughter principal just brush me off and told me to get back to class this is not important how predictable since I have no friends asked my mom for guitar and next Christmas open when my presence and there was a beautiful shiny guitar i was so happy that all I did since I had no friends was playing with my guitar for one day as I was playing with my guitar I heard some strange voices i thought it was a just hearing things or so I thought........

Meandering thoughts, wonderings, wanderings of the mind. Lost in thought, opinions, the sea and oceans of ideas, to dip in and out of. To rant at mediocrity, to crave more dullness, to enjoy emotions. Take your pick.

Stories that I have written from these story prompts. They are probably not all that good but it was worth a try.

A collection of random thoughts and feelings, dug from the deepest corners of my mind.

Inner thoughts are one hell of a fight. They pound on you without holding anything back. Gosh, aren't they annoying. Always teasing you or always twisting your word. Why can't they just shut up for once. *** Just a little idea I came up with during 3am in the morning lol*** THE BOOK COVER PHOTO IS BY: AndytheLemon on DeviantArt, picture called inner thoughts X 🙌🏻

I feel so lonely, I hate myself and my failures, though I want you to remember that I existed.

Hello, this is the second part I've written about "Truth About Happiness". If you haven't read part one, please do so! I hope you all are doing great and if not, this article is the perfect solution to put some positive thoughts inside your head. Enjoy!

A little snippet of a story of two friends dying to be lovers, but have a lot of challenges to overcome before they can peacefully enjoy their love. However, it's going to be quite a steaming and breathtaking journey. If you enjoy this, let me know so I can upload the full version. Xoxo