Middlechildsyndrome Stories

Ang lugar na sana ay matatawag na comfort zone ng iba, Ang lugar na sana ay dun ka nagiging totoong masaya, Ang lugar na sana ay may kakampi ka, Ang lugar na sana ay mararamdaman mong ligtas ka, AT... Ang lugar na sana ay alam mong may mga taong magmamahal at aalagaan ka AY... Ang lugar kung saan ako hindi mapakali, Ang lugar kung saan naguugat ang aking kalungkutan, Ang lugar kung saan ako ay tinuturing na kaaway, Ang lugar ng aking sariling kapahamakan, AT Ang lugar kung saan wala naman talaga akong lugar... Ako si Pitch Marigold Sandoval at ito ang aking buhay bilang pang gitnang anak ng aming pamilya.

This story is about all the middle childs out there. Be strong always everyone!!

"Mujhse shaadi kar lo." It was said casually. Like something that didn't need an answer. "Nahi. Main kisi aisi ladki se shaadi karunga jo shaant ho. Jo tere jaise dramebaaz na ho." They've known each other long enough to fight without reasons and stay without explanations. She feels too much. He says too little. "Bas ek baar meri baat sun lo." "Mujhe aur tere naatak nahi sunne." Between arguments, silences, and moments that almost mean something, they keep missing the truth-on purpose. Because some stories aren't meant to be understood early. They're meant to unfold. Hona hi tha pyaar.

Ako si Reialyn Ysabelle C. Avenido. The firstborn. The once-favorite. The child who used to be everything... until I wasn't. Noong wala pa sila, I was praised. I was hugged. I was seen. Ngayon? Ako na lang 'yung taga-kopya ng module. Taga-kuha ng pinamili. Taga-salo ng sisi. Taga-walis ng gulo na hindi ko naman ginawa. Ako 'yung tipong hindi binubulungan ng "ang ganda mo"-pero dinadaan ng "mag-aral ka nalang" kahit kailanman 'di ko 'yun binitawan. Ako 'yung nasa top ng klase, pero sa ref namin, puro ribbons nila. Puro selfie nila. Puro sila. Ang sakit, 'di ba? Ako 'yung anak na walang karapatang mapagod kasi "mas madali naman buhay mo." Ako 'yung hindi puwedeng magkamali kasi "ikaw lang ang matino." Ako 'yung nagsosorry, kahit hindi ko kasalanan. Ako 'yung laging "bakit hindi ka gaya ng ate mo na maganda?" kahit alam kong ako lang 'yung hindi sinusumbong sa guidance office. Hindi ako glass child. Ako 'yung anino ng aninong binasag na. Kaya napagod na rin ako. Kaya dumating rin sa puntong naisip kong wala na rin akong silbi. If being good wasn't enough to be loved, then what was the point of trying? Sa una lang pala... sa una lang pala ako naging mahal. Hanggang kailan ako magsisigaw sa katahimikan? Hanggang kailan ako magiging buo para sa pamilya ko kung ako mismo, unti-unti nang nawawala?

A world of fantasy, love, sisters, and scientist driven and mythical parents embarks an even more unusual journey for 17 year old Violet Iolite Salvatore in a coastal town in Ivory Springs, Northern California. She learns more about her present, path, and future and learns that she will be conflicted with dangers and calamities if she and her family don't look within themselves through different dimensions of time.

HEARTS OF HORIZON Some people meet to love. Some meet to heal. And some meet only to hurt each other... without meaning to. The night air felt heavier than usual. Ira's tears fell silently, one after another, as if she was tired of holding them in. She wiped them away quickly - but they kept coming. Aarav stood in front of her, fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight, fighting the urge to step closer. "You don't let anyone close," Ira said, her voice trembling despite her attempt to stay steady. Aarav's eyes flickered - just for a second - before his expression hardened again. "People leave anyway," he replied calmly. That was the problem.He said it like a fact.She heard it like a warning. Ira has always been the one who adjusts.The one who understands. The one who swallows her feelings so others don't have to.Aarav has always been the one who endures in silence.Who builds walls so high that even he can't see over them anymore.They don't fall in love loudly. They fall in pauses.In stolen glances. In moments where neither of them knows how to say what they really feel.But love built on unspoken fears is fragile.And sometimes, two broken people don't heal each other.They prove each other right.It's about pride that hides vulnerability.About silence that grows louder than words. About love that feels safe - until it doesn't. Some hearts don't shatter. They slowly learn not to hope. This is not a story of a perfect hero or a submissive heroine. This is the story of two normal people, broken in different ways, who loved imperfectly-and paid the price. 💔 Emotional 🔥 Slow-burn 🌙 Realistic 🕊️ A soft revenge that will leave you questioning everything Will love get a second chance... or was the damage too deep to undo? ---