Historias de Narrators

Diary from a Rare Doll.

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)

This is my original Short Stories. The pic does not belong to mine though. I only found them on Pinterest. credits to the real owners, they are very pretty and beautiful. I'm not sure if I can update this all the time, because other's come from inspiration if either not from my dream or nightmares that always stuck to me. anyways, hope you'll enjoy and at least give it a chance to read. (English is not my first language so I hope you all bear with me. Thank you for reading)

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I wasn't supposed to be there-but I was. I couldn't touch, couldn't speak. But I watched everything: the chase, the cows, the fall, the bullet that passed through me... and hit her. When Sam escapes from a haunted past and finds refuge in a surreal farmhouse, the dream begins to crack. He's not alone-watched silently by a narrator trapped in ghost-form, split between action and observation. As familiar figures appear and time begins to bend, the story spirals toward an invisible tragedy: a moment of irreversible loss... and the final awakening into truth. This is more than a dream. It's a reckoning. A story of invisible grief, desperate protection, and the haunting realization of what-and who-we take for granted. Dream Story #2

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. On this collection, I write my story about the three boys who caused these heartaches. Tanner, Connor, and Danny, all different in every way, but each hurting more than the one before.

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.

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.

I was playing with my friends when, without warning, a strange old man emerged from the shadows. That single day shattered my world beyond repair. Nothing was the same afterward- and now, I have become something s.... ... story of a boy who lost everything in one night but he did unimaginable things afterwards... Genres : /high fantasy/ dark /Mature/romance /mystery/magical/action .. .. Release schedule :3 chapter a week.. ..

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.

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

Mario Barely Managed to Rescue Princess Peach, only to be chased by Bowser and his goons through a winter storm in the Frosted Glacier But running on fumes, Mario and Peach take shelter in an old hut, only to find what looks like a handcart in front of a strange machine And even stranger, they start to hear another voice coming from their minds wanting to tell a story... or something... But when Bowser nearly reaches them, Mario will flip a switch that'll send him and Peach on a Journey that they wouldn't imagine going on again ever since the events of when Mario trekked across space with Rosalina on the Comet Observatory (Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Super Mario Franchise which was created by Nintendo, or Voidtrain which was created by HypeTrain Digital) (Rated: Non-Mature for now, but might change later if need be...)

[ ] 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.

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

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.

"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." 💜

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.

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.

By the stroller of mankind.