Melancholy قصص

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ💌་༘࿐ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?． ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐨𝐨𝐨． ⤷ javon walton x fem!oc started-3.18.26 ended- "in which, her hands are the only holy thing in a ring of violence," or "in which, he feels her hands healing more than just split skin," anastasia, a cutwoman intern fixes up one of the top-ranked boxers in his age division. will her anxious-attatchment and emotional-dependence clash with his emotionally-independent and avoidant ways? #1 Javon walton, 3.24.26 - imsoamericana 2026

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken.    A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

The first thing she noticed was the silence. Not the kind that comes at night, but a heavy, watery silence that pressed against her ears. When she finds her own body at the end of the hallway, she realizes she is still there, but her family isn't looking. As she drifts through the rooms of her house, she discovers the cracks in her family's love and a chilling truth: she didn't die when she died. She was already gone.

Calling all poets on Wattpad to Drenched Cedars - a celebration of poetry touched by longing, memory, silence, ache, and the storms we carry within. Have you gathered your words? Because it's time. The contest will award poetry shaped through talent, vulnerability, and craft with multiple honors, ranging from Best Emotional Impact to Best Poem Ending. To participate, please read the rules carefully and complete the payments before submitting your form. The contest might span around 1.5 months, and I, the host, will be the sole judge! So, let your words fall like rain among the cedars. ☔ (Open)

For all Fall lovers-and haters, They say that during fall, the trees are dying, but how does something look so beautiful even as it dies. This is a book about two people who had the most dead and the most beautiful fall ever

She kept on writing letters to him, even though he stopped reading them long ago. With each letter, their story gradually unfolds. Were they lovers or... worse? Did he move on too fast? Was her love unrequited or... simply unknown? "Letters to Sebastian" - letters to someone who was never mine yet only mine in every page. Once a week, these letters will arrive to you. Read them. Because who knows... You might be Sebastian. Are you?

Some nights are too quiet. Some thoughts are too loud. This is a collection of poems written in the spaces between midnight and morning, where memories linger, regrets linger longer, and the heart speaks the words the mouth never could. Within these pages you'll find love and loss, longing and loneliness, broken promises, healing wounds, and the confessions we carry when no one is listening. For the dreamers who stay awake too late. For the lovers who loved too deeply. For the souls trying to fill an emptiness they cannot name. So pour yourself a cup of coffee, light a memory you can't let go of, and stay awhile. Welcome to my confessions.

Some flowers don't bloom forever. Six best friends thought they had all the time in the world. Between late-night conversations, shared dreams, and promises that felt unbreakable, the future seemed certain. Until life began stealing pieces of it. As misunderstandings grow, silence replaces honesty, and someone among them carries a secret too heavy to share, the girls slowly drift apart without realizing how precious their time together has become. Sometimes, the deepest wounds aren't the ones you can see. And sometimes, by the time the truth is spoken... ...you're already left with what's withered. A heartbreaking story about friendship, love, loss, and the courage to smile even when your heart is breaking.

This is not a story. This is a collection of songs written in silence, where no one can see me cry. About a complicated love. About voices that won't leave my head. About sadness, anger, and memories that never really leave. Sometimes I write to scream. Sometimes I write to disappear. And sometimes I write because I can't stay quiet anymore. If you ever felt too much, too deeply, too quietly, maybe you will understand this : Everything stays broken.

Love changes people. Akira Koji doesn't believe that. A cynical philosophy professor haunted by his past, Akira spends his nights smoking by a quiet riverside-until he meets Sakura Ai, a woman desperately waiting for a man who will never love her back. As their friendship deepens, Sakura begins questioning the life she built around a one-sided love, while Akira finds himself dragged back into memories of the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Caught between the ghosts of the past and the possibility of moving forward, both must face a painful truth: Sometimes love doesn't save us. Sometimes it only reveals the parts of ourselves that were already broken. A haunting philosophical romance about heartbreak, loneliness, and the courage to choose yourself.

As the seasons pass in 1990s Taipei, a two-decade-old family-run braised food shop faces its greatest challenge as patriarch Mr Lin begins to lose his memory. Lin Chun-sheng, the restless daughter, yearns to pursue her studies abroad. Yao En-hsia, the young apprentice, puts his ambitions on hold to inherit what isn't his. Chiu Mei-hsien, the longsuffering mother, juggles the shop and her husband's declining memory as she becomes a full-time caretaker. Lin Dong-yong, the patriarch, struggles against the tide of oblivion that is slowly dragging him under. Spring, summer, autumn and winter intertwine, weaving a tapestry of time and family bonds, amidst the four seasons of Taipei.

Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? And Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow. Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

Ethan doesn't like talking to people. Lily, on the other hand, dreams of the world. When they meet, something simple... yet special begins. A friendship made of silences, sketches, and a promise: one day, to watch the cherry blossoms fall together in Japan. But not all promises are easy to keep... and some stories leave a mark precisely because they don't last forever.

"Aku menciptakanmu agar aku tidak perlu merasa sendirian di dunia yang tidak menginginkanku." Bagi Raka, Mara adalah satu-satunya spektrum warna di tengah kota yang monokrom. Hubungan mereka bukan dibangun di atas pertemuan biasa, melainkan melalui "portal emosional" berupa denting piano dari kaset Walkman yang sudah lelah pitanya. Mara adalah personifikasi dari rasa aman yang tidak pernah didapatkan Raka dari ibunya yang dingin atau ayahnya yang jauh. Dialog-dialog mereka di ruang liminal-seperti bilik telepon umum yang berbau lembap-adalah surat cinta bagi mereka yang terpinggirkan: "Kadang seseorang memang muncul cuma supaya ada yang nemuin dia". Di tengah hujan deras, ada sebuah "gelembung pelindung" di mana kulit Mara tetap kering sementara dunia di sekitarnya basah kuyup-sebuah metafora visual bagi cinta yang berfungsi sebagai mekanisme pertahanan diri. Tragedi terbesarnya bukanlah saat Mara menghilang, melainkan kesadaran bahwa kehangatan yang selama ini menyelamatkan Raka berasal dari tangannya sendiri yang memeluk tubuhnya dalam khayalan.

"Echoes of the heart, the lingering feelings from past loves and losses, their memories a constant hum beneath the surface." - This connects heart echoes to memories and past relationships. "Echoes of the heart, the quiet whispers of intuition, the inner knowing that guides our choices, the voice of our deepest self." - This emphasizes the heart as a source of inner wisdom. "Echoes of the heart, the resonating impact of profound experiences, the moments that shape us and continue to ripple through our being." - This focuses on the lasting effects of powerful emotional experiences. "Echoes of the heart, the subtle undertones of desire, longing, and connection, the unspoken needs that drive our actions." - This emphasizes the heart as a source of desires and motivations. "Echoes of the heart, the faintest traces of empathy, the way we sense and share the emotions of those around us, a bridge of shared humanity." - This links the heart to empathy and connection. "Echoes of the heart, the persistent yearnings for something more, the internal compass that points us towards fulfillment and meaning." - This focuses on the heart as a source of yearning and purpose.

When did "forever" start smelling like damp earth and dying leaves? For three years, Clara and Rowan were the golden couple of the Briarcliff Institute of Art. Their love was a summer storm-loud, consuming, and blindingly hot. But as graduation approaches and the first chill of September hits the city, Clara notices the subtle shifts. The way Rowan's hand slips out of hers a second too fast. The way his eyes linger on the horizon instead of her face. The way their shared apartment suddenly feels cavernous. Rowan is drifting away, leaving behind a trail of polite excuses and freezing silences. Clara promises herself she can fix it, that she can burn bright enough for the both of them. But winter is coming, and some things are meant to decay. A devastatingly beautiful anatomy of a love affair losing its warmth.

Some people enter your life loudly. Others arrive like rain - quietly, slowly, and all at once. He had spent years learning how to live with absence. With silence. With the strange ache of wanting something he could never name. Then he met the girl in gray - a person who seemed less like someone living, and more like a memory the world refused to let go of. What begins as distance slowly turns into obsession, tenderness, and the terrifying realization that some people are capable of changing the architecture of your entire inner world. Told across eight emotionally intertwined episodes, *The Girl in Gray and the Boy Who Longed* is a quiet story about longing, loneliness, silence, and the things people fail to say when it matters most. A literary emotional drama about: missed moments rain-soaked memories invisible distances and the unbearable weight of feeling too much.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

Four hours into the foggy, winding mountains of Leyte sits Edenbridge Academy-a prestigious sanctuary for the brilliant, the elite, and the broken. For sophomore Tristan Liongson, it is his fourth school in two years. He is a boy who carries himself like an interruption, surviving a quiet family collapse and an unspoken crisis that left him feeling like a ghost in his own life. Stripped of his past and sent away by his grieving mother, Tristan arrives at Daniel Hall with a trunk full of secrets, a famous family name he doesn't understand, and a burning question he only whispers to the dark: Dear God, why am I like this? Raphael, the pristine student council leader and prefect, lives a life perfectly mapped by schedules, duty, and flawless expectations. He is a boy who moves with absolute precision. But the moment a quiet, sharp-featured boy in baggy clothes steps onto the grand staircase of Moses Hall, a single look catches the afternoon light-and snags something deep inside Raphael's tightly controlled world. Behind the stone walls, stained glass, and unyielding mist of Edenbridge, Tristan is just trying to survive the fire. But in a place that already seems to know his name, keeping his walls up might be the hardest thing he's ever had to do.