Melancholy Stories

Not every past is meant to be forgotten. Some are meant to be protected. Chi cheng and Wu suowei were together, happy, and almost sure that nothing could come between them now. But when past of chi cheng stands Infront of him, his past lover, the one he had erased from his life, it violently shakes their life. While Wang Shuo serves as the catalyst in Burning Fire, another figure-a business rival from Chi Cheng's past-further fans the flames. Will they be able to navigate through their own broken past and this new confusing reality......Can love survive becoming a tragedy? ⚠️ Reader Discretion Advised This story contains: emotional distress and separation Memory loss (amnesia) Emotional grief, heartbreak yearning and longing angst Mentions of accidents Manipulation, Lies and revenge Morally gray characters Please read with care. Writer's note - the story is inspired from the original, a slow burn, but have its own turns, own moments and own consequences. i will try to justify the love, the friendships and the truth and the lies in the story. However, i will be posting slowly. I appreciate the patience, your positive, or negative but honest feedback....will keep me inspired to go on.!! Stay safe. Take care. Laters.

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." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON! ⋆˚𖤓˖° 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. ⋆˚𖤓˖° 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.

This is a poem a man who lost his everything including his family, his kins, his motherland because of the war now under the night sky with jar of wine in his hand remembering the past beautiful, peaceful and happy days.

I write letters to the version of me that hides. The one that is silent when a storm rages within. Every poem is a confession I never meant to say out loud. A memory that bit back. A truth folded into metaphors . This is healing, a confrontation. Its raw, messy,sometimes it will be cruel. But its mine. So if youre reading this, Welcome to the dialouge that i never muttered, thoughts I concealed Between me and the voices in my head. I hope my poems touch your very soul and heals it if ever fractured. -From a broken soul to another-

Sometimes, certain bonds never fade. Alex thought he'd forgotten everything. Until he bumped into Cora. Amidst childhood memories and unspoken secrets, their encounter is set to turn his summer upside down... and perhaps much more besides. Cover image credit: Kelogsloops

From the forgotten, wishing to be remembered. - Written for The Shortys 2026. Prompt Inspo: "Write from the perspective of something that was left behind."

Won an award. Poems get better with time lapsed since my abstinence. Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out weekly, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

Evan is just a nerdy high school boy trying to survive school, his father's expectations, and the feeling that something about him is fundamentally different. By day, he's the quiet boy everyone thinks they understand. By night, hidden behind a blonde wig and a new identity, Evan finally gets to be the person he's always been afraid to show. Sometimes, becoming yourself means risking everything you've been trying to hide. !!!Update every Saturday!!!

a person who is sent to a mental hospital. (more details soon)

Midnight thoughts make the best stories ⭐

some poems I wrote while doing the best thing a human can do : feel. they are in french and English , if you find some of them relateble know your not alone and life is way more than the obstacle our minds face.

Modern day woman with a weak constitution, born of confusion and quiet collusion. (Trilingual artwork) (Obra trilingue)

[ EMBERS SERIES I ] + slow update. "May our love outlive time itself." Kendra Madeleine Delachelle merupakan seorang pereka fesyen kepada satu jenama yang terkenal di serata dunia iaitu LA CHELLÉ. Hampir sedekat wanita itu membina empayarnya di sebalik tabir, memilih untuk membiarkan karyanya dikenali dunia tanpa perlu mempamerkan diri kepada mata dunia. Tatkala orang ramai berlumba-lumba mengejar kemasyhuran, dia lebih selesa hidup jauh dari kehidupan tersebut. "See you when I see you, in every universe." - KENDRA MADELEINE DELACHELLE Aaron Reeves Huntington, atau lebih dikenali sebagai AARÖN, merupakan seorang penyanyi yang namanya sentiasa menghiasi carta muzik antarabangsa. Di bawah tatapan dunia, di situlah seluruh hidupnya. Di sebalik segala kemasyhuran yang dimilikinya, dia hanyalah seorang lelaki yang sekian lama mendambakan sesuatu yang tidak dapat ditangini dengan wang, populariti mahupun kejayaan di dunia. "Sure thing, a promise is a promise." - AARON REEVES HUNTINGTON Seorang insan yang menghabiskan tahun-tahun hidupnya yang sepatutnya diraikan, namun memilih untuk menyembunyikan dirinya daripada tatapan dunia. Dan seorang lagi menghabiskan bertahun-tahun di bawah tatapannya. Namun, mampukah dua hati yang datang dari dunia yang begitu berbeza menemukan tempat untuk berpaut?

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.

A Poetry Collection 🖤 This is my first time publishing something, and I'm excited to finally share a little piece of my thoughts with you. I'd genuinely love to hear your opinions, feedback, and comments, as they will help me learn, improve, and grow as a writer. That being said, I kindly ask that all feedback remain constructive and respectful. Criticism is always welcome and appreciated, but disrespect, personal attacks, slurs, or hateful comments toward my work-or toward anyone else in the comment section-will not be tolerated. Your support, encouragement, and honest feedback mean more than you know and will help me continue growing on this journey. I hope you enjoy this little window into my thoughts, and perhaps find something within it that resonates with you. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. 🤍 **Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved.**

The Modern White Nights is a sentimental psychological romance set in Dhaka in May 2026, told through ten sleepless nights in the life of a 29-year-old dreamer. The story follows a lonely, introspective lawyer who, after the collapse of a seven-year relationship with Moriom, unexpectedly meets a mysterious young woman named Malena through an online video-chat platform. Their first conversation lasts for hours and quickly becomes an intense exchange about love, trauma, loneliness, mythology, religion, literature, astrology, and the hidden sides of human nature. Both carry complicated histories, and the protagonist begins to believe that their meeting may be more than coincidence. Over the following ten nights, their relationship develops into a strange mixture of romance, mystery and psychological investigation. The protagonist begins searching for the truth behind Malena's contradictory stories, while simultaneously confronting his own tendency to idealize people and his inability to let go. Dostoevsky's White Nights, Kafka, mythology, the Mona Lisa, the Eye of Horus, jasmine, and recurring symbols become intertwined with the events. Ultimately, the story becomes less about getting the girl and more about understanding her-and understanding himself. Malena eventually disappears from his life, leaving him with unanswered questions. On the final night, Moriom unexpectedly calls after years of silence, bringing the protagonist back to the unresolved past just as the new mystery has ended. At its heart, the book is about loneliness, obsession, hope, memory, human connection, and the painful realization that sometimes you can understand someone completely without ever being able to keep them. The book itself describes its central idea beautifully: "white nights always feel the same"-whether in Dostoevsky's nineteenth-century Petersburg or modern-day Dhaka

This is a collection of my previous 4 works. They have been combined together. So that it is easy for the reader to go through all of my work easily. I have also added a few new additions to these collections so far. This collection covers the following... 1) A Diary of my thoughts 2) Midday Blues 3) Fading Light? 4) Dawn & Dusk Please leave an upvote if you enjoyed, also I'm not a full-time poet, i only write to lighten up my feelings. My aim is to pour the rawness in my feelings into this collection. So, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance. These words are my attempt to transfer the weight of my feelings, to give shape to the grief that has lingered within me for as long as I can remember. I seek nothing in return for these words. My only wish is for them to exist as a record of my being, a testament that I was here. Each word stands resilient against time, proving that while I am not defined by my grief, it has been a part of me. This book is a chronicle of my love and all the grief that has followed it through the years. Thank you.

Graham is sixteen, plays a Taylor and writes songs nobody's supposed to hear. He lives in a house at the foot of the Rockies with a mother who runs the town's community theater, a father who flies a Cessna off a dirt strip and says everything by saying nothing, and three older brothers who express affection primarily through wedgies, swirlies, and the occasional ceiling pipe. It's loud. It's stupid. It's home. But his best friend since kindergarten moved to California in July, and Graham hasn't laughed since. Not really. Not the way he used to. So he goes down to the creek behind the house and plays four bars in open D until the light goes. He writes about porch lights left on for people who aren't coming back. He tells his dad it's getting better every day. It isn't. But the house keeps rolling over him anyway, and somewhere in all that noise, someone's always listening through the floor. A quiet, funny, sad story about brothers, guitars, and the people who stay.