Melancholic Stories

This story is about a girl who sets out to seek revenge as the cold-blooded woman she has been forced to become, due to her circumstances. All this, while being faced with challenges and obstacles which don't seem to stop. She meets her biological family who wants to protect her and shield her from the world and believe she is a innocent girl but when circumstances change they are determined to find out about this mysterious girl. As she makes her journey to her real motive she is met by a cold and ruthless man involved in the under world. This is their story, which begins the start of the fire, the angst, the tension. Leonita a fiery woman, passionate, beautiful, unpredictable, insightful, strong and knows her worth, doesn't let anyone bring her down. Believes your actually family is the one you choose not the one you were born into. Asher a cold, handsome, authoritative, stubborn, ruthless, doesn't take anyone's bullshit. Believes family is only bonded by blood. What will happen when two hotheaded stubborn people are forced to be in each other's presence, will they change their views of each other? Or will they lose their patience and slit each other's throats to get the one out of the other's way?

Elena begins to hear a melody she thought she had buried forever - a song her mother used to hum before she died. But this time, it doesn't fade. When a mysterious classmate offers her a way to return to the past - not as a memory, but as something real - Elena steps into a world where dreams can perfectly recreate what was lost. In this world, she can see her mother again. She can feel her warmth. She can stay. But every dream has an exit. And the deeper she sinks, the harder it becomes to leave. Because some dreams aren't meant to be escaped. And some realities aren't meant to be faced.

- 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

It's a story about how love sometimes grows in the unnoticed corners of life. Between routine and restlessness, between being unseen and finally being recognized. And at its heart, it asks: what happens when someone who has spent his whole life fixing broken things... meets someone who was never broken to begin with, but still chooses to stay?

"Just... breathe," I whispered to myself. "It'd be alright, eventually." But the haunting truth was that it wasn't and would probably never be. With fingers grazing, lips almost touching, and eyes which twinkled with delight; my life had become a nightmare... a dream to which I could not awaken from.

Roberto Venturi is a lonely creator who turns music into vivid inner worlds. It's the only thing keeping him alive after losing his job and the person he loved. When Haruki Turner - the second biggest creator on the planet - shows up in his life, Roberto is dragged into a conflict far beyond social media. Their enemy is Black Nure, a global icon worshipped as a living goddess by her two billion followers. She's hunting the Danish Venus, a mythical being said to heal any psychological wound with a single kiss. But Black Nure isn't the only power watching him. Haoran - one of her most devoted followers - has been chosen to observe Roberto's evolution from the shadows, a silent witness whose role will grow far beyond what anyone expects. If Black Nure finds the Danish Venus first, she may become a true deity, and humanity's freedom could end forever. Roberto must face a cosmic threat... and the shadows inside himself, as the line between myth and reality begins to break.

A series of poems written in the calm of silence, with a bleeding heart and a lost soul. This anthropology entails everything I feel and often long to let out but often find hard to say. It is written in the shadows of solitude and in the embrace of darkness. Started: For as long as I could remember. Finished: Don't think it ever could.

I spotted her sitting on the edge of the rooftop railing, her pencil scratching away at her sketchbook. I couldn't resist. I sauntered over, a plan forming in my mind. As I approached, she looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed my presence. I flashed her a lazy grin, and her gaze dropped back to her paper, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. I snatched her sketchbook from her hands, holding it out of her reach. "Hey, what's the masterpiece?" I teased, flipping through the pages with a chuckle. She glared at me, her eyes flashing with annoyance, but I could see the spark of amusement dancing in their depths. I loved that about her - she couldn't hide her emotions, not even when she was trying to. "Give it back," she demanded, her voice husky and adorable. I held the book closer to my chest, enjoying the game we were playing. I loved teasing her, loved watching her try to get under my skin. And I had to admit, I was a little obsessed with getting her attention. ________________________________________ Set in the 90's, this story follows a close group of friends through school days filled with laughter, games, cassette tapes, and holidays. At its heart is a quiet love that begins in friendship, grows with time, breaks with distance, and waits through adulthood. A journey of love, loss, and memories that never fade. Some friendships grow into love. Some love never lets go.

After Cal goes through a traumatizing experience, he believes as if he can never feel love again.But when he meets a beautiful, chaotic woman from Queens, New York...will she change him? Will she ruin him? Go through this extravagant journey with Cal and Lo full of love, lust,sex, drugs, and violence.

FATHAN ZAIDAN ORKID KASTURI Karya ini hanyalah rekaan dan hasil imaginasi penulis semata-mata. Dilarang plagiat dan penulis tidak akan menghalalkan mana-mana individu yang berbuat demikian. GENRE: ROMANCE/MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE/MELANCHOLIC MULA: 19 FEBRUARI 2026

This takes place in the universe of Flan Wants To Die, a doujin made by Tsukumizu. However, our main cast will mostly focus on youkai magicians Patchouli Knowledge and Alice Margatroid. Even though this is the regrettable setting, both Alice and Patchy aim to explore again the familiar surroundings of the fantasy land of illusions one last time. They journey through its distant and desolated remains through Girls' Last Tour style, another one of Tsukumizu's masterpieces. This was just a fun and random little story idea of mine. Touhou Project doesn't belong to me and owns to their rightful creator, ZUN.

I am writing to ease myself

wistful adjective wist·​ful ˈwist-fəl "Full of yearning or desire tinged with melancholy" Republished, originally published in summer 2025

These poems do not chart healing- only the slow, stubborn act of surviving its absence.

'Fault Line' is a seemingly unconnected collage of fifteen short poems. . . . (The best ones are in the last so make sure to read till the end.) ;)

Just a collection of poems I'm writing for my poetry course I wanted to share. They will often vary in subject.

On a dark night at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy, overwhelmed by the remorse of his past and the unbearable loss of Hermione Granger, decides to put an end to his suffering. Convinced of the death of his beloved at the hands of her father, Draco prepares to carry out an extreme act to join her in the afterlife. However, in the shadow of his despair, Draco ignores the truth that Hermione is still alive. As his decision draws closer, fate is irrevocably fulfilled, bringing Draco and Hermione to the brink of inexorable tragedy. In an atmosphere of pain and regret, Draco's sacrifice digs an abyss of loss that no one will ever be able to fill. ------------------------------------------------------------------- PREMISE: The original story, also written by me, is in Italian (A Part Of Me...). I translated this one-shot into English so everyone can read it. Happy reading, Voldy_e_Silly&lt;33

A poem about a boy

Collection of thoughts and lines in different moods :)

Collection of sad poems