Metaphorically Stories

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was simply nothing more but a rich, unsociable, and self-centered person. But what they don't know, however, is that the truth is farther than expected. In reality, Ao has been abandoned. Suffering from a personal tragedy that until now continues to haunt him, he was shunned by his family and left on his own. Ever since then, he learns to separate himself from others. As each day passes in a monotonous cycle, Ao finds no more warmth nor color to his world. Then one day, Hashimoto Rie enters his life. Stubborn, eccentric and enigmatic, Rie ends up pulling Ao to her side and urges him to see through an invisible kaleidoscope that alters his perception of the world entirely. And like that, everything has changed. But change... doesn't necessarily mean that it's always for the best. Or...? - - - - - • cell phone novel • #26 in general fiction ; #13 in short story • completed ; edited

Somewhere You Exist is a collection of love poems exploring emotion, imagination, dreams, and the quiet thoughts we don't always say out loud. These poems move through soft moments, silence, and reflection...capturing love not as a story of two people, but as a feeling that exists in many forms.

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.

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.

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱5 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

❛❛Applause is a terrible curse.❞ 🎭🎭🎭 ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

❛❛Radiance is corruption's favorite disguise.❞ 🖌️🖌️🖌️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

❛❛Hope sings the cruelest lullaby.❞ ❄️❄️❄️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

Part 1: Chapter 1 to Chapter 7 Part 2: Chapter 8 to Chapter 17 Part 3: Chapter 18 to Epilogue A story about a female suffering from reoccurring 2nd class apoplectic stroke, and a very kind soul whom she identifies as her guardian angel. This condition's symptoms causes individuals to be on the verge of unconsciousness when experiencing the stroke. Sometimes the symptoms lead to fatal consequence. This is why the female of this story associates the male character with divinity. But because her feelings towards him are not religiously or spiritually inclined, she does not use any terms that confound these.

For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

This book is a quiet collection of poems about fireflies and fireworms...the small lights that once filled my childhood nights. Fireflies were never just insects to me.They felt like stars that forgot the sky and chose the earth instead. They didn't light up the whole world but they lit up my world. Fireflies teach me something simple but powerful. you don't need the sky to shine.You don't need attention to matter. Even the smallest light can move forward in the dark. Through these poems, I want to reassure the fireflies that their tiny lights lit up my world. That their courage in the dark taught me how to keep going. This book is for anyone who feels small in a loud world for those who keep going quietly...for those who glow in their own way.

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 needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its lively origin. To know how it started, flip the pages of this heart and explore the scattered bony poems standing before you. "When the earth shows you some ashes, then will you cry like all heavenly stars are giving you strong lashes" Quote by £lfriede West Wood. Ranking 1#poetry collection(22/09/2022) 1#_Rhyme(22/06/22) #1_literary devices(23/09/21) #1_Dead heart(23/09/21) #1_Personification(26/09/21) #5_Metaphor(26/09/21) #3_ Poembook (25/02/2022) #5_Poetry collection(22/06/22) (27/09/2021 #5_Poetic (20/2/2022) #20_Poetry(25/02/2022)

Not a story. Not a beginning or an ending. Just fragments. Of conversations, of thoughts, of things that were felt but never fully said. You're not meant to understand everything. Only to recognize something. Something that was already there, before you knew how to name it.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

They say, 'Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.' I never truly grasped the depth of this truth until I drew near and looked; it wasn't the face I knew that stared back, but my raging volcano-the one I thought my silence had finally extinguished. Behind every Sukat, lies a story that refuses to die out, and within that mirror... the confrontation begins. "This is a translation of my original Arabic novel, capturing the soul of a journey that transcends languages." Note: I am also the author of this story on Royal Road.

Poems I've written in the middle of the day.

A world filled with many people, and some of them have wonderful powers, ranging from being able to fly to seeing through Wood, those people are called "Hollenians". And the "God" of this world, Follen, seems to be interested in it's creation, and to be able to affect it, he decided to create followers... "Immortals" is what they are called, on account of not exactly dying from old age, and being unable to die from weapons, well, at least on paper. Eventually one of the leaders saw what God was planning, and realized that his position might get compromised, in turn he started a project to create an artificial immortal, unfortunately it went wrong and led to the wrong person gaining that sort of Immortality. Gonoriq, was the one, he gained his powers, but they were not a blessing as one might think...