Moody Stories

Ink Over Silence is a collection of everything I couldn't say out loud. The thoughts I swallowed. The emotions I hid. The version of me no one noticed breaking. Between pressure and identity, silence and emotion, breaking and becoming-these pages hold what words couldn't carry in speech. Because sometimes, silence is louder than words- and ink becomes the only way to survive it. And somewhere in the quiet, when everything feels too heavy to hold alone, there is grace.

Anyone left out in the mist on an island goes missing, never to be seen again. When two girls lie about where they were, the island believes they're the first people to survive this mist. What will they do?

A collection of angsty, rain-soaked poetry and dark dystopian concept art based off of the indie show Murder Drones.

do i miss myself? do i miss your face? ©rosetintedgalaxy kim namjoon au

𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏.

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

"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." An Autofiction wrote in proficient form

Evelyn never wanted to be special. She also never wanted to be eternally bound to an egoistic jerk for eternity, but here she was. Evelyn always wanted a happily ever after. It was what she dreamed about as a kid, but all that changed when a secret came to life. One that was irrevocable. Now, because of some stupid oath her father made when she was a baby, she was stuck with Mr. Arrogant forever.

Lily, or now Sky, has returned to her rightful time period. 2019 to be exact. Just agree months before she has her son. So much is weighing heavy on her mind. Little does she know, that she brought back a few things from 1912. -Sequel to Titanic//Jack Dawson

[This is the translated version of my original Indonesian story. To support me or read the Bahasa Indonesia version, visit my profile] In an alternate version of the 2000s, where technology surges forward and magic-once revered-is hunted to the edge of extinction, lives a young man named Hans. By day, he is a quiet bartender, blending drinks for patrons who never suspect the truth: buried deep within him lies a power passed down from his mother, a healer and sorceress, and his father, a drunken gambler entangled in the shadows of the criminal underworld. For years, Hans has lived in silence-choosing solitude not for peace, but to shield himself from the scars of his past and the shame that clings to him like a second skin. He hides his power, not out of cowardice, but out of pain. That is, until a stranger walks into his bar. A dark-skinned man from the southern isles, the stranger calls himself Kaelani-or Kaelan. But he is no ordinary guest. He carries with him a sorrow deeper than grief, the remnants of a lost homeland-Maluʻia-an archipelago laid to ruin by the very technology that now rules the world. Like Hans, Kaelan is a mage, a guardian of protective magic betrayed by the one he loved. That betrayal cost him his people, his purpose, and nearly his soul. Their meeting is no coincidence. Two fractured souls, exiled from the destinies they were meant to fulfill, begin to find flickers of hope in each other's quiet company. But beyond the whispered conversations and the soft hum of city nights, the world stirs once more. Magic is awakening-and Hans may be the key that time itself has tried to forget.

Alastor hated the other teachers, or did he? There was the one, the perfect one. One hed even cook for, one that makes him chuckle, one that he would cuddle and ruffle their head all day every day. Oh yeah and this is book 4 except Alastor is Alastor and not mean barty I hope you enjoy!

Discover the life of ALIZEY

Some bits and pieces of me. The whispers of my heart and my tears in word.

This collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the bottom-less sea. Welcome, to this meaningful and rocky journey!

On the golden shores of Crete, Melissa is ready to forget a failed relationship, an uninspiring job, and the clingy friends she no longer fits in with. Then she meets Asius-charming, magnetic, impossibly perfect. What begins as a dreamy encounter under the Mediterranean stars soon unravels into something far stranger, and far more dangerous. Some names hold ancient meanings. Some meetings aren't chance. And some islands never forget. A dark, seductive tale where mythology stirs just beneath the surface-and paradise has a sting.

A story of a miracle. As inspired by the film.

Everyone see's her weight but nobody wastes their time on wanting to get to know her. .. .. Victoria Martinez has her mom but she also has her family, her boys, who make her feel loved and comfortable with herself she loved them as if they were her brothers . Will Victoria ever meet someone who can overlook her body and see her for her heart or has she already met him but just doesn't know it yet. Stuff just coming up and she has to deal with every single of them and enemies might be friends and maybe a reconnection of her whole family even newly discovered ones.

„A to Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort zamordował ją osobiście". W świecie, w którym nikomu nie można już zaufać, ciężko jest utrzymać niezależność. Historia dziewczyny, która uciekając przed wojną znalazła się w samym jej środku.