Narratives Stories

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

A poetic collection where nature, elements, and emotions find their own voice. Each diary unveils a soul, reminding us that everything around us lives, feels, and speaks - if only we listen. Penned by Piku GYUN 💚🌿 Note 👉 Images Credit: Gemini Ai, Canva & Pinterest 🎗️HIGHEST RANKING 🎖️#1 poetess (29th November 2025+, 6th July 2026) 🎖️#1 bestseller (26th November 2025) 🎖️#1 bookofpoems (12th November 2025+, 8th July 2026) 🥈#2 diaries (25th April 2026) 🥈#2 speak (12th November 2025) 🥉#3 bestbookever (22nd November 2025)

A collection of essays and projects for Literature and Composition. It's a much "smaller" endeavor; however, I wanted to release these and show them to you! Due to the course that these essays are based upon, the "format" is looser, and some aren't structured like a traditional essay. That should (hopefully) explain some formatting "issues," though if there are some that are formatted horrendously, let me know. For this book, there will be frequent updates (or as frequent as I want it to be), so these "pages" are subject to change! I hope that you enjoy reading these papers, and I wish you all the best! -Iyah

Y/N L/N is a "normal" guy with a "normal" life, but there is a secret that he keeps hidden from the public... His life is literally a videogame although the world around him is not!. With a somewhat confused past and no explanation of why his life is a videogame (or at least it seems), Y/N decides to go to Honno City to study at Honnouji Academy, however, his life takes an unexpected turn when he delves into an adventure that will help him discover his past and also save the world in the process.

When The Boys travel to a remote and forgotten Australian homestead, they expect ghost stories and good scares for their YouTube channel. But Narrator finds and invokes the presence of Agnes Blackwood: a witch whose curse blurs the lines between man and monster. As the haunting deepens, something inside him begins to awaken... And it's hungry.

[ ] PLOT FATALE: MUSINGS OF A SOLITARY WALKER is a series of experimental neo-noir metafictional surrealist narrative poems written between July 1 and 31, 2026, featuring the same protagonist: a writer/poet named Morris. But who, or what, is Morris really? 31 poems to find out. Or not. [ ] PART ONE of this project was first published on Noir On The Vine [blog link in bio], X and BlueSky. [ ] The cover art features a painting by René Magritte: The musings of the solitary walker. [ ] Disclaimer: This is a live, unrefined first draft of an ongoing narrative poetry cycle. Subject to future revisions. [Translation: I'm just having fun. Welcome to my playground. I hope you have as much fun reading these poems as I am enjoying writing them.] © 2026 C.E. NOIR. All Rights Reserved.

"So we're all targets for a bloodthirsty vampire whom we don't even know?" Amber was feeling tensed. "Oh my God, I still can't believe they exist." "They do," Lorna's voice seemed to crack. "You just didn't know about them, until now." Like lifting a rock and finding a whole squirming world of life underneath it, Cortni Norman learns that her town is lousy with supernatural beings and monsters, and full of menaces mundane and magical.

She smiled. She survived. She said she was okay. But nobody knew about the battles she fought in silence. Anvitha spent years being everyone's strength while quietly falling apart herself. Betrayal, loneliness, expectations, and silent heartbreak taught her how to survive-but not how to heal. This is the story of a girl learning that surviving and living are not the same thing. Some scars are invisible. Some battles make no sound. And some survivors... survive in silence. - By Kalpana Dhananjay

Every poem you read was genuinely written by me back in high school. If it weren't for that first poem, I probably wouldn't be writing poetry at all. I wasn't a fan of poetry when I was in elementary school, but people do change for the better. - Thank you for reading - ★ Part 1-5 = completed ★

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley; Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

When my stunning, traditional sister-in-law Chandra realizes she left her expensive wedding jewelry behind at an unlocked house, I volunteer to take her back on my motorcycle to retrieve it. What was supposed to be a quick, urgent errand takes an unexpected turn when a massive midnight rainstorm strands us completely alone inside the empty house. Stranded together in the dark, the playful tension and hidden desires between us quickly boil over into an unforgettable, passionate night.

This narrative was written originally in Russian, so there possibly could be some grammar or vocabulary mistakes. I will post two versions of the story in original Russian language and in English. Enjoy!

The room is yellow. The walls bleed with age. The air reeks of rot. The insects whisper from places they cannot be seen.

Gerald has been your husband for almost three years, you both love and care for each other. Until that's when you introduced your best friend to him, Cassie. Ever since then he started to get home late at night and smelled like another woman's perfume, not only that, he always looked at his phone, and became distant to you. But you ignored the red flags, thinking that he was just busy at work and probably the perfume was just from his colleagues that he gets passed to. They've been playing with your mind for two years, and you still haven't noticed.

Wizard101 has always been a game I've loved and had a blast playing growing up! Recently, I decided to dive back in with a brand new account and new Wizards. I even treated myself to a few months of membership so I can fully enjoy the game with unlimited access to all the worlds in the Spiral. One of my favorite things to do is create original characters (OCs), so I thought it'd be fun to write about my Wizards' journeys through the game. For privacy reasons, I've changed the names of my Wizards and any other players Wizards featured in the story. While I typically play Wizard101 solo, the game continues to bring me a lot of joy, and I'm excited to share that joy with others through these stories. Eventually, I plan to update these chapters with artwork! For now though, I'm using in game screenshots since I don't have much art ready yet, but I'll update the chapters with illustrations when I'm ready! This story was created for fun and enjoyment, and I hope anyone who reads this will have as much fun reading it as I've had writing it! If you've never played Wizard101 before, it's a free to play online game available on PC and laptop. Just recently, it launched on console for Xbox and PlayStation 4/5, and it's set to release on the Nintendo Switch at a later date. I don't know if anyone will end up reading these Wizard101 fanfics, but even if it's just me enjoying the process, that's enough. Still, if you've stumbled across my stories, I hope you enjoy the adventure!

"Some friendships begin with a handshake. Ours began with a message." An ordinary young man... A mysterious narrator from beyond his world... Connected not by fate, blood, or destiny- But by words. After long days of work, sleepless nights, and countless dreams, Mr. Black finds comfort in conversations with Mr. Purple, a silent witness who records every joy, every failure, every laugh, and every fear. Together, they write more than stories. They write memories. As time moves forward, responsibilities grow heavier, dreams are tested, and life reminds them that humans are not meant to stay forever. But one question refuses to fade... Can a friendship survive even when time itself separates two worlds? Told through fifty heartfelt records, this is not a tale of heroes or magic. It is a diary. A collection of conversations. A promise that some friendships never truly end. Because even after the final page is turned... Some records continue to live inside the hearts of those who read them. "Every record has an ending. Every friendship leaves an echo." Welcome to... Records of Friendship Beyond World Written by Authorr01 🖤 "Dedicated to every friend we couldn't keep forever... but never stopped remembering." 💜

what happens after mercy in the smoke. a blast from the past in a familiar face stirs up trouble. indeed do not shake this pot, nor stir, for not all that glitters is gold, sometimes its just smoke and mirrors.

Just some poetry I wrote

A bunch of stories about those VR idiots on youtube No ships at all, this is just a oneshot book for their silly lil shenanigans There will be mentions and scenarios of depression and self-harm, because I might need to vent :/ Requests are open right now

This collection rose from me being unable to express the pain of my heartbreaks out loud. Instead in words, I could let those emotions flow and slowly, I could heal my heart. In here, I write my story about the three boys who caused my heartaches. Tanner, Connor, and Kenny, all different in every way, but each hurting more than the one before.