Истории Melancholic

[POETRY #2] A collection of poems about growing up before feeling ready. twenty-something explores the realities of adulthood, the exhaustion hidden behind independence, the loneliness of becoming, and the pressure to keep moving even when life feels uncertain. Through soft and reflective poetry, this collection captures the in-between phase of navigating dreams, responsibilities, changing relationships, and the version of yourself you are still learning to become. For anyone who has ever felt lost, left behind, or overwhelmed by the weight of growing up: this book is a reminder that you are not navigating life alone. twenty-something written by: syrynah © All Rights Reserved

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Some friendships don't end all at once. They fade in small unbearable ways. The missed calls. The forced laughter. The jealousy disguised as jokes. The strange feeling of becoming lonely beside someone who once felt like home. Amariah and Layah have been inseparable since middle school. What started as an intense friendship slowly became something harder to define over the years: emotionally dependent, possessive, blurred, and quietly destructive. They shared everything growing up. Secrets. Sleepovers. Pain. Attention. Sometimes even parts of themselves they were too young to fully understand. But as high school changes them, so does the friendship. Boys begin complicating already fragile boundaries. Resentment grows underneath affection. Loyalty starts feeling competitive. And while Amariah desperately tries to hold onto the version of Layah she's loved for years, she slowly begins realizing the distance between them started long before either of them admitted anything was wrong. Now left sorting through memories, betrayal, unresolved feelings, and the lingering ache of losing someone who once knew her better than anyone else, Amariah is forced to confront one painful question: Were they ever really just friends? "The Distance Happened Slowly" is a psychologically emotional coming-of-age drama about blurred boundaries, female friendship, emotional dependency, jealousy, identity, and the quiet grief of outgrowing someone you thought would stay forever. 🌧️

She came to Istanbul to lose herself. Instead she found him. A boy with calm eyes, careful words and a name that wasn't even his. What started as stolen glances in a quiet café slowly became the most dangerous thing either of them had ever felt. Because he had secrets. The kind that don't just break hearts. The kind that destroy lives. And by the time she found out the truth - he was already gone. 🖤

It starts with a rustle in the hedges... and a gardener shocked into silence. When a girl senses something stalking her garden at dusk, fear is the only thing that makes sense. But as a shadowed figure lingers at the edges of her world - and her silent gardener leaves cryptic warnings - she follows the trail toward the sea and the ruins of a village long claimed by time. There, among broken walls and moonlit stones, she uncovers a past steeped in tragedy and threaded with her own forgotten story. Something is calling her back - something she once knew, something she once loved - if only she can remember what was lost. As the mysteries of then and now collide, she must choose: run from the unknown... or step toward the truth waiting in the dark. The Silent Gardener is a haunting, tender supernatural mystery about fear transcended by curiosity, danger that becomes connection, and a girl brave enough to follow the unknown into the place where she truly belongs.

In an elegant ducal estate in England, Lady Adelaïde hides a dream that could ruin her reputation: devoting herself to the art of pastry-making. The arrival of Damien, a young aristocrat sent from Paris, will slowly change both of their destinies amid secrets, chocolate, and forbidden feelings.

After waking up at Heaven's Blessing hospital the world of Loretta Knight changes drastically. Spending everyday with her friends and family becomes a challenge. Fame is all around her and yet she never asked for it. Secrets are coiling around her like a prey being coiled by a snake. She owns her own secrets but she's forbidden from spilling them. Will she be able to unravel the secrets without revealing her own? Or will she be buried under her own veil of secrets? #4 popularity Nov 10- Nov 20, 2025 (I wrote it when I was very young. If the writing is not good enough please bear with it.) #mystery #love-triangle #piano #fame #artist #fate #secrets #singer #teen-fiction

Isla Amores is a place of wonder and magic planted in the hearts of dreamers, and Soleil Jimenez longed to find it within the beige sands and cerulean waves of the island. But despite how much she tried, she always ends up in the same wall of disappointment. At the homecoming of an old flame for the following summer, she's faced with the challenge of having to see the face of Luka Cervantes once again-for sixty-two days until he leaves. Once a friend, almost a lover, forever a stranger. But hatchets are unburied when secrets resurfaced, and when caught between old letters and forgetting it altogether, Soleil might have to face the underlying truth that the spark she had been looking for had either been with him all along, or had long been gone all this time.

Born to Be Loved is a chapbook of poems that moves through the quiet violence of longing, the confusion of becoming, and the fragile hope of learning what love actually asks of us. Across these pages, love appears in many forms: devotional, distorted, imagined, withheld, and redefined. It becomes a star seen from too far away, a mirror that refuses certainty, a language spoken between ache and attachment. These poems trace what it means to grow up inside emotional intensity-where identity is shaped by who we love, who we lose, and who we try to become in return. At its core, this collection is not only about being loved, but about questioning what it means to deserve love, to mistake it, to resist it, and to finally imagine it without harm or illusion. Born to Be Loved is for anyone who has ever tried to earn tenderness, rebuild themselves from longing, or find clarity in the space between devotion and self-discovery.

A wealthy man is found strangled outside his family estate in Nantes. By morning, everyone inside the house has a reason to want him dead. His wife loved him once. His children feared him. His friends depended on him. His affairs stretched from Paris to the quiet rooms of the family home. As Detective Delacroix digs deeper, the investigation becomes less about murder and more about the slow destruction people inflict on each other in the name of love, loyalty, and survival. Behind every polite conversation lies resentment. Behind every silence, a secret. And somewhere inside the freezing halls of the Valette estate, someone is still hiding the truth about what really happened that night. Dark, intimate, and impossible to put down, The Murder in Nantes is a psychological noir where grief, desire, betrayal, and guilt blur together until no one, not even the victim, seems innocent.

He was never meant to stay. Not in Dubai. Not in her bed. Not in the kind of life that allowed softness. But for one amber-lit night filled with sweet smoke, cold vodka, and a woman who knew him too well, Sergei almost forgot how to leave.

Anatha: The Unfinished Symphony Some people enter your life like a storm, not to destroy you, but to teach your soul a new rhythm. In the rain-soaked cities of Andhra Pradesh, a quiet violinist chasing impossible dreams meets a dancer who carries fire in her footsteps. Aravind and Siri are artists trying to survive in a world that values stability over passion. What begins as an unexpected connection through music and movement slowly becomes something deeper-something that feels endless. But love is not always defeated by betrayal. Sometimes, it is undone by timing, family, responsibilities, and the unbearable weight of growing up. As dreams collide with duty, they are forced to choose between the people they love and the lives they once imagined together. Years later, when fate quietly places them back in each other's orbit, one question remains: Can a love story still be beautiful, even if it never truly stays? A bittersweet tale of art, ambition, heartbreak, healing, and the kind of love that never fully leaves only changes its shape. Not every unfinished story is incomplete. Some simply continue in silence.

She isnt broken. Not falling apart. Just slightly removed from everything that is supposed to feel real. Her friends notice the distance, even if they cannot name it. Her life continues anyway messages, conversations, laughter in the right places. She learns how to perform being present well enough that no one asks too many questions. But inside, there are gaps. Moments where time doesn't connect properly. Reflections that feel unfamiliar. Thoughts that arrive without permission and leave without explanation. And then there is him. Not someone who saves her. Not someone who understands her. Just someone who exists in a way that feels steady enough to notice. As her perception of reality begins to fracture in ways she cannot fully describe, she tries to fit in to normal life friends, routine, silence, anything that still responds to her. But some experiences do not ask to be understood. They only ask to be endured. And not everything that feels like it is disappearing was ever fully there to begin with.

a collection of poems by a scatterbrain.

In a city built upon magic and inequality, a sixteen-year-old orphan named Neron survives by stealing from the wealthy alleys of Velmora. But after catching the attention of a mysterious guild master, he is dragged into a hidden side of the magical world-one filled with silence, forgotten truths, and people who no longer belong anywhere else. In a world where power defines human worth, Neron may be the only one capable of hearing what magic itself has long tried to erase.

Silt and Silence is a lyrical fantasy novel about a sixteen-year-old boy who unearths an ancient cursed bottle in his family's ancestral valley and makes three wishes to save the people he loves - not realizing the price is his own existence. As he slowly fades from the world over seven days, his childhood friend Lena refuses to let him disappear quietly, and the spirit trapped inside the bottle - a King imprisoned for 3,000 years - turns out to be something neither of them expected. It's a story about the arrogance of trying to fix things for people without asking what they want, and about what it means to be truly seen by someone who won't look away.

Some people remember love through photographs. Others through songs. But for them, it was always the weather. A rainy afternoon that never quite stopped feeling heavy. A heatwave that lingered like unsaid words. A sudden wind that came and left like someone who never learned how to stay. In What Weather is it Today?, memories don't arrive clearly-they drift in fragments. Through shifting skies and changing forecasts, two lives slowly unfold in reverse, in pieces, in moments that don't always make sense until it's too late to hold onto them. She remembers him in storms she can't explain. He forgets her in sunlight that feels too bright to look at directly. And somewhere between forecasts and silence, between weather reports and emotional aftermath, they keep missing each other in ways that feel almost intentional. Because maybe love, like weather, was never meant to stay the same. It changes. It passes. It returns when you least expect it. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't remembering what happened- It's realizing the weather never really changed at all.

He feels like something I could never fully understand, only notice and admire.

Kaira is a small town girl in a city that doesn't care about small town girls. New job. New city. One apartment that made no sense. The rent was lower than every other flat in the building. Nobody explained why. The landlady's voice on the phone was kind, too kind...with pauses that lasted a second too long. She took it anyway. She is clumsy, cheerful, and lonelier than she lets anyone see. She laughs too loud on video calls and cries too quietly after. Sometimes, in the silence of 3AM, she talks to the empty room. Just to hear something that isn't the city. She thinks no one listens. The room is always clean. Even when she isn't. Things move. Just slightly. Just enough to notice and not enough to be sure. The flat is warm. Always warm. The kind of warm that has no explanation and no source. She tells herself old buildings are like that. She tells herself she's alone in there. Apartment 407 has a history she doesn't know yet. And whatever is in those walls has been listening the whole time. So can you tell me..? when the room is always clean and you never cleaned it... when something moves and no one is there... when the walls feel just a little too alive ... "is it something? or is it someone?"

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update Nov 2025: Still writing !! will post officially when all writing & editing done Edit; so this book is a romance with slight mystery, inspired by a fairytale & with somewhat poetic writing! Please check it out if you're of any interest & even vote & comment if you like it! It literally makes my day! I recommend the Aesthetics chapter the most if ur lazy (like me) (In the works... (like literally in the works... Idk when this will be officially published but if I see a lot of saves // attention I will speed up the process I prom!!:) <3