Newideas Stories

I am looking for ideas and tropes to create stories the way some people want and also to practice my writing, if you want to read specific tropes or stories you want to read I could try to write them.

This is just a place where I publish little tiny writing stuff. They aren't real short stories, they aren't a combined plot, they're just small pits of an idea.

What stories I unpublished and what I'm planning to do here soon

In this I will put my story ideas, new stories I am about to write and some small questions....

This will be where I post things that are going to be new or added or changed in my profile.

The council chamber smelled of incense and dust - an ancient perfume masking the slow decay of power. Twelve men sat behind carved oak desks arranged in a half-circle, their robes as heavy as the silence that bound them. Outside, beyond the tall arched windows, thousands waited. Protesters, journalists, pilgrims, lovers, haters - all clutching banners that fluttered like wounded wings. At the center of it all stood Elian Saro, forty-eight years old, silver threaded through his black hair like cracks in marble. His face carried the calm of a man who had already lost everything once and learned that fear was useless after grief. He had rewritten this speech a hundred times, erased entire pages in midnight fits, rewritten them in ink and blood and tears. Now the parchment trembled in his hand. Not from fear - from purpose. "Gentlemen," he began, voice steady but soft, "today we speak not of politics. Not of religion. Not of the economy, nor of the tribes that divide us. Today, we speak of love." A murmur spread through the chamber - some scoffed, others leaned in. "For too long," he continued, "we have called love a sin, a shame, an indulgence unfit for holy soil. We've treated it as rebellion when it is the only form of peace. But love, sirs, does not belong to God or to government. It belongs to those who feel it." He paused. His throat burned. His heart pressed against his ribs like a fist wanting out. "The law I propose is simple. When two souls, sixteen or older, declare their love before the public - despite class, creed, or gender - they shall be granted the right to live together under a roof of their own. A house funded by the state, until they choose to wed or part. Families shall have no authority to separate them. Because no nation is free until its lovers are free." Gasps. Hisses. One councilman spat the word blasphemy. Another whispered, "He's gone mad." But Elian stood unmoving. The incense smoke curled around him like a halo of defiance.

They always said to fear the dark but never the light

Drum rolls! Here let me present to you a concoction of three friends. A diary depicting life of the friends,adventures,adversities,lies,betrayal but it was incomplete. A perfect blended story to entertain it's readers. The story takes drastic twist when the writer finds out about the truths of the characters. So sit back,clasp your belts and enjoy the rush !!

This journal will be a place where I can talk to you guys about current writing projects and any recommendations you have for me. I could also try doing mini story's and post them here it's all up to you just leave a comment.

Everyone leads a life that no one would expect, and with every secret that the world uncovers a lost treasure can be found. Aisuru wasureta is your average high schooler with a average life. Or so you think , every day she sets out to try and discover this world's countless secrets and lost stories . She will do what countless others did before her , adventure to the great unknown.

Your just a girl trying to achieve her dreams when you meet a certain someone who might just help you achieve those dreams and might even help you with a few you never knew you had.

love story of a quiet and overthinker girls who don't speak much, always lost in overthinking (Naina). She is a ca aspirant and don't trust everyone easily. A kind hearted, most handsome and positive boy (Kartik). He is a bcom student. They both are in college for their graduation. The story revolves around how they meet become friends and how he always consoles her everytime she feels low. How they fall for each other and many more.

Give me requests on what to do next! Read for more information. By: Midnight_Otaku_89

Lincoln loud, the only son of Rita and Lynn loud, and brother of 10 sisters. is going on a trip with his grandad, Albert or pop-pop as the family calls him. he runs one, if not the most successful business in the world. Loud consadated. Albert is taking Lincoln on his boat for his birthday to get away from the sisters, and have fun out on the sea. but fate has something different in mind..... (Please bare in mind this is my first story ever so be ready for some cringe. All rights go to DC and Nickelodeon.) (I hope I can update every week or so) (I did this story because 1.I wanted to get my voice out there. And 2. As a man once said "if there's a book you want to read, but doesn't exist you must write it" I just mad that up on the fly btw)

A compilation of one-shot stories and other short stories ideas bound to be heard.

She lost her father, her brother... and now they want to control her future. But the truth hiding behind her past could destroy everything. When 18-year-old Rogina is dragged into a world of secrets, castles, and unwanted marriage plans, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about her family. But nothing could prepare her for the dark truth: her life was changed by a plan made years before she was even born. Will she fight for her freedom-or become a pawn in a twisted legacy?

Do you know how difficult it is to be the only person in your surrounding environment who doesn't like the colour pink? Especially if you are a girl which is just the case here. God believe me you have no idea until you start hating it. So welcome to my sweet life. My name is Eliza Katerina Van Der Woodsen and this my story: It all started back to when I was at kindergarten. I was playing with my legos quietly without bothering anyone and then all of sudden I was interrupted. Some girls, which I have never noticed or talked before stood in front of me. They asked my name and sat down to play with me. We were happily playing until the blonde one asked me which colour was my favourite...and BOOM that's how I became an outcast and everyone's laughing stock as I said blue instead of pink that I should have said according to them. So what? I am a girl and I don't like pink, what's so hard to understand?