Metaphoric Stories

Across vast lands and quiet moments, his journey unfolds. This is a journey of something small, and the courage to begin.

A short metaphoric story that explore a human's inner mind when in a situation of crisis, emotion based. The cover picture is not mine, found in Pinterest, credits whoever drew that, it's amazing. Written originally by me.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

HE Series Book 3 (No portrayers intended) To Mizuki, being an only child is a lie she tells to survive the memory of the brother she lost. To Brayan, being a survivor is a debt he can never fully repay. In college, Mizuki is a determined law student who uses her grief as a weapon, targeting Brayan with a relentless, one-sided rage. Brayan, her brother's best friend and her former childhood crush, is now a thrill-seeking racer who accepts her anger with a quiet, guilty patience. Just as their hatred begins to blur into a painful longing, a tragic hazing incident tears them apart. Years later, they collide in a foreign country, but the versions of themselves they once knew are gone. She is now an artist on the rise, while he is an F1 driver and the high-powered lawyer she once dreamed of becoming. Brayan is no longer the boy who begs for her mercy. He is a man who has mastered his scars, forcing Mizuki to finally decide if she's ready to stop fighting him and start facing the truth. Happy Reading!!

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

"She is the girl who claims she needs no one to hold her, he is the man who holds her like his life belongs to her." She never planned to tell anyone. Not about the name she carries in secret. Not about the life she built in the dark, quietly, carefully, while the world only ever saw the surface of her. Then came an arranged marriage. A terrace that became theirs without either of them deciding it. And a man of few words who somehow learned every single one of hers. He was the first person she ever let see it - not all of it. just enough. just the truth at the surface. And he didn't flinch. He didn't shift. He just.. stayed. She didn't know what to do with the person who stayed.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it. A nocturne is a literary piece or poem dedicated to or set at night. These works often carry an introspective, melancholic, or reflective tone.

A dream that dared to defy gravity. "Dreams in Orbit" is a powerful metaphor of rising beyond limits, where comfort pulls you down but determination launches you higher. From fragile wishes to fearless reality, it captures the moment when impossible dreams turn into stars-and you finally look back at how far you've come. Because nothing is unreachable when ambition refuses to fall.

A long time ago there were only two genders a male who could not give birth and a woman who could give birth. Later on exceptional cases started appearing and a new society was formed. At the top of it stood the Alpha male and female who were superior in every shape and form. They controlled the society.. They held the powerful positions in the army and the government. But they were fewer in number. About fifty to sixty percent of the population were betas who lived normal lives.. At the bottom of the ladder were the omegas.. They suffered discrimination and cruelty. So human rights activists came forward voicing their rights and now they are protected by the law. Still there were people who exploited them. People in this world also have magical abilities to do mundane things. It had been a theory that someone with a gene based magic came up with this system. This is a story of three friends Gahan an alpha male, Palak a beta female and Shreyan an omega male. A tale of revenge love friendship betrayal and going against society.

Hollowridge High had a way of swallowing people whole. By sophomore year, Eleanor Finch already understood the rules: stay quiet, stay invisible, and never give people a reason to look at you too closely. But when a rumor turns Olivia Cornova from golden girl to school-wide target overnight, Eleanor can't stop staring. At Hollowridge, people become whatever everyone else decides they are. And the monster is always hungry.

A book of metaphors.

[Featured on @WattpadPoetry on 21st May 2022] "My skin bleeds blood, but my heart bleeds words." - Vaishnavi. I write when I am alone and find it hard to deal with my emotions, whenever I feel trapped in the eye of an impetuous storm, and whenever I feel overwhelmed by reality. Writing poems for me is an escape from all sorts of feelings that I feel too inundated by. Some of these poems were written in the darkest moments of my life. They became my light. I hope you feel the same way when you read them. * * * * * * * * * * Started: 6th April 2022 Finished: * * * * * * * * * *

A collection of poems I've written for my creative writing class, they definitely get better as the chapters progress. Most of them make me cringe but I'll leave them up anyways.. Some published poetry will be in here and I give credit to the authors, but most of it's my original work.

When you're drowning in an ocean, what do you do ? You flap your arms around, kick your legs and resurface while your breath shortens. Let's say by some miracle there's a log right there and you cling to it. Well, that log for me was the consistent ink on my paper getting botched by tears. So let's go under darkness shan't we? They are all are written by me :) Highest rank - #1 in poem out of 20.6k books #1 in poets #1 in wattpadpoetry 3rd prize in asteria awards #1 in nightthinker

I have a habit of wondering. This book is what happened when I started writing those wonderings down. Some began as questions. Some arrived as quiet realizations. Others simply refused to leave my mind until they became poems. These pages are filled with thoughts, observations, and conversations I've had with the world around me. I don't promise answers. Only wonder.

"For it was always the silent, who had most stories to tell." [ a poetry collection contemplating life ]

In a world of millions racing toward a single chance at life, two brothers the brave Dash and his tiny younger brother Dot survive impossible currents, deadly storms, and heartbreaking loss alongside their siblings on a legendary journey toward the mysterious Egg. What begins as a funny and hopeful adventure slowly becomes an emotional story of sacrifice, brotherhood, and survival, as the brothers discover a painful truth: only one of them can become human. But even in loss, the memories of those left behind may live on forever.

Unfigurative You in my figurative language. That smile in the subtle simile is like You, No wonder I couldn't ponder that unique view The metaphor is You --it's beyond! That comparison is absolute, not-of-as --a thing nor concepts, not-that-like of anyone; When I'm sure, It shall be associated with certainty. Personification: The cold breeze is by me, Evoking the warmth by the sea --wandering along with, as a usual chore. Oh! how would I be so sure? When no lens could capture and pixelate this view Hyperbole: It was once deep Before I emptied the sea Oh please! sweep. . . Desert this weed-ed shore and flee

where darkness and light collide Posted: September 5, 2021 Status: Complete

***still in progress*** Poetry, somewhat emotional.