Melancholy Stories

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

(CURRENTLY REVAMPED!) (The Slices of Life, #1) For years, one thing that had always bothered Serena Wilton is the idea of reconciling with a past friend. Whenever he was around, her eyes rested upon him; whether it was at classes or outside of school. She yearned for those wonderful memories again, but the looming fear just wouldn't let her initiate the conversation. Serena clearly remembered how their paths crossed in that one field trip, and the instant click as they interacted. He was nothing but a sunny friend with such contagious confidence... until that accident. Not only did he turn into someone Serena never recognized, but the relationship they built together, soured and crumbled apart. Even so, perhaps her plans can actually work if she's willing to push that stupid anxiety away and speak a word or two. Piece of cake, right? Rating: R+15 *** Updates: Irregular This book contains anime/manga illustrations (all drawn by me, unless stated otherwise) and sensitive topics such as depression and grief. 🎖- YARomance - Semesters of Love 🎖- Official Anime Profile - Light Novel 🎖- Official Teen Fiction Profile - Soul Deep 🥈- Undiscovered Writers Awards: Light Novel 🥈- Spotlight Awards: Teen Fiction

A VMinKook brotherly FF Three brothers. One twisted fate. And a danger that always finds them first. Survival isn't luck for the Jeons. It's the only thing they have left. This story of the Jeon children is the perfect example of the world trying it's best to tear you apart and how you should never let it change the way you view life. Challenges come and go but at the end of the day, it's you and your people against the world.. If you enjoy stories told with dry humor, eerie adults, unfortunate luck... you'll recognize the flavor its Inspired by dark humor, ironic narration, and the kind of misfortune that follows its heroes everywhere If you are hesitating because you fear a tragedy where everything is lost, do not turn away just yet. While this story is filled with "unfortunate events," do not mistake misfortune for defeat. This is not a "sad ending" story; it is a survival story. It concludes with a sense of contentment found in the ruins-an open-ended new beginning where the brothers find peace even if the world remains a little bit broken. If you value a bond where three brothers refuse to ever leave each other's side, then this is the story for you. They may have lost their fortune, but they kept each other, and in this world, that is the only victory that matters. Inspired from: The Series Of Unfortunate Events for my all angst lovers My stories are ONLY ON Wattpad and reading off Wattpad is stolen work...

မိဘမဲ့ဂေဟာမှာငယ်စဥ်ကတည်းက အတူတူကြီးပြင်းလာတဲ့ကောင်လေး၂ယောက် တစ်နေ့မှာတော့ တစ်ယောက်နဲတစ်ယောက် ဝေးသွားကြတဲ့အခါမှာ...??

♡︎ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌.

A collection of whimsical melancholic poetry, written with love 💌

A mere collection of my writings from the past 2-3 years. There's no particular order to read them in-start anywhere, end anywhere. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

he was never real archie loved him anyway

BASED ON A ROBLOX GAME, "A BROKEN DREAM", THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE THE EVENTS OF "A BROKEN DREAM". Do you want to stay in the dream world forever and ever and break away from the chains of reality? That's what people like Tim think. Tim is a 16 year old boy who wants to escape reality and live inside dreams forever, so he bought dream pills that made people fall asleep forever, and it doesn't mean like death, literally, you could fall asleep forever. So, Tim ran away from home and slept somewhere far away. Would Tim live in the dreams he calls Eden or would he regret it?

For those who seek in poetry a mirror to recognize themselves, a refuge to heal, and a spark to take flight.

Author's note:- My book "Reflections" is a collection of poems that reflect hard times hence where the title arrives from, This book will keep getting updates from time to time as more poems are written. Each poem has an abstract title and very deep meaning so I hope you enjoy reading.

England, 1811. At only twenty-one, Eliza Harrowby is already a widow. Trapped in black silk and condolences, she lives in a house too large, too quiet and too full of ghosts. Society expects her to remarry. Instead, she brings home a six-year-old orphan. Not out of kindness, but convenience. Thomas is thin, watchful, and far too used to being unwanted. He calls her Ma'am. He hides bread beneath his pillow. He never asks for anything. What begins as charity becomes something far more dangerous: attachment. As a wealthy gentleman offers her security... And a gentle gardener offers her understanding... Eliza must choose between the life she is expected to live, and the fragile, stubborn love growing in her orchard. *** ➪ This story is updated twice at week

The Rose and the Lantern is a quiet gathering of moments - memory, doubt, childhood, love, and the soft ache of longing. Rooted in Lancashire's fields and shadowed rooms, these poems hold both the thorn and the light - the beauty of what was, and the lantern we carry forward.

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

A quiet love story shaped by music, memory, and names that refuse to fade. Some bonds are never meant to be loud- they simply stay, long after everything else changes.

Bottle Full Of Words is a collection of heartfelt verses, echoing the complexities and beauty of life, in all its fragility and strength. Poetry unveils the depths of human nature, love, loss, hope, and challenges. These poems explore universal themes to impact readers to reflect on their own stories.

Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with because i was bored lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

Ten years of silence. Ten years of surviving alone, believing he had used her and left. He promised six months. Life made it a year. By the time he returned, she was gone - moved, changed, carrying a secret he could never have known. Now he's back. Rich, unscarred, and happy. And she... can't forget the life she lost. Some love doesn't end. Some wounds never heal. Between what was promised and what was taken... can forgiveness survive? This is my first time writing on Wattpad - I hope you enjoy the story as much as I loved writing it! 💜 The image used is not mine; all credit goes to the original artist.

Midnight thoughts make the best stories ⭐