Narrator Stories

❚ ༉‧₊ THE GREAT DIVIDE ➶ in which the new grad nurse and the new intern used to be together. ❝ trinity santos x fem! oc ⊹𓂃 ❚ ❪ ©adorisos, 2026 ❫

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

Scenario Date: 1 January 1936 | 12:00 Iceland is no longer just a colony; it is a contender in a world that has lost its mind. With a massive new path of destiny (Focus Tree) laid out before them, the three leaders of Iceland must navigate a world where England, Russia, and Japan are the ultimate predators. As the world fragments, the "Nordic Choice" becomes the pivot point of the North Atlantic.

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

On one cold and hungerfull night...

Narrated horror stories forced into a POV of numerous characters. Stare into the psychological, the unknown, the cosmic, the violent, and the deep anthology...

A married man reaches out from a lonely hotel room to a family friend who has always trusted him. What begins as harmless reassurance deepens into late-night confessions, until one hypothetical changes everything: "If I were single..." Her reply lingers. So does the silence that follows. Will they ever cross the line? How far is too far?

The final part

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the target? Or am I the gun?

-------------------- Synopsis ------------------ A short prose-poetry style narrative about a reader that picks up the journal of a deceased writer. ------------------ Please Read ----------------- Don't look at the tags if you don't want spoilers CW: depression, heavy themes Each journal entry has its own part, hence why many chapters are only a couple lines. Total word count: 2734 Estimated reading time: 11-14 minutes ------------------- A Poem ---------------------- This piece is not written to be consumed quickly. This piece prioritizes internal logic over accessibility. There is no resolution. There is no guide. This is no story. This is a collection of entries.

「 TXTZY ＃1﹕soobinxlia 」 － in which a bully posted a video online that went viral. written in fil-eng. epistolary + narrative. 011419 ━ 030319 © HANTHUSIAST, 2019

" It's not a story about Bitcoin. It's a story about what's left of a man when he refuses to be his bank account." In the heart of Bristol, amid the acrid smell of paint and the electrical hum of clandestine servers, the most dangerous identity of the century is born. Robin Gunningham didn't want to be rich; he wanted to be free. But freedom comes at a price no cryptographic function can calculate. While the world chases the shadow of Satoshi Nakamoto through financial charts and journalistic investigations, Mercedes Fiorenova leads us into the bunker where aggressive activism meets the silence of the soul. Between a work that self-destructs under the blows of an auction gavel and a code that slips into the depths of the Darknet, I'M Satoshi Nakamoto (Banksy) is a brutal and poetic descent into the failure of modern utopias. dark true novel . A journey alongside a man who burned a billion-dollar treasure to remain a ghost, and a woman, Lauren, who dances on the edge of a bipolar abyss to witness the end of the world as we know it. Are you ready to discover that the truth isn't written in a digital wallet, but on the wall they just tried to tear down?

No name. No past. Just sand, silence, and a single set of railway tracks stretching into infinity. A spare, existential novel about the terror of nowhere, the search for an exit that doesn't exist, and the quiet madness of learning to be okay with the endless.

Introverted side of this collection, here my feelings and thoughts are raw and I try to find the right words to describe them. This is the side I tend to hide from everyone, myself included. Hope you can find comfort in this new journey 🌙

A compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written by myself. Please do not copy.

After the "lonely journey", it's time to discover a new chapter of life, this time digging how I perceive people, strangers, friends, loved ones and what feelings and thoughts they bring into my everyday life. The Sun is the shiny extrovert side of this collection, bold emotions and thoughts are brought in the daylight. Hope you enjoy this new journey with me ☀️

SHE STOOD, AND THE SWEEPING MOUTH OF THE SUN BLUSHED OVER THE SKIN. © 2020, tigerlily

Professional stage magician and amateur detective Gerald E. Mendel sets out with his assistant to solve the mystery of why he's being charged money for using electricity. The answer might shock you!

There's always a story behind every season. And the season of Yuletide is no different. Celebrating the Christmas season means celebrating the person behind the Christmas season. And who is this person who gets everyone excited during this time of the year? Why is he so important? What makes him so special? To get answers to your a thousand and one questions dive into this short story special on the story of Christmas as an elderly grandmother narrates the story of Christmas to eager and curious little children.

Mina is cardiothoracic surgeon, but will she able to fix her own heart after learning Chaeyoung's secret? plagiarism is a crime. don't steal someone's work. © lipsoulexe 2021