Observations Stories

ලෝකෙ ඉස්සරහ පේන්න ඉන්න රශි ඇයි ඔයා ළඟ ඉන්න කොට ඇයි එළියට එන්නේ නැත්තෙ?? මටත් ඒකමයි තියන ප්‍රශ්නය. මිනිස්සු මූණ දිහාවත් කෙලින් බලන්න බය දේවක ඔයා ළඟදී කෝ කියලා.

A guy finding a creative outlet to keep himself from going crazy. Poems about love, depression, mental health, patience, gratitude, and the world around us fill these pages. I hope you enjoy! Will be updated periodically as I write more poems. To see daily poems before they're published here, please visit @some_little_letters on Threads, and/or _little_letters on X/Twitter

People are just machines fueled by secrets and insecurities. If you know where to press, they'll give you anything. But reading people comes at a cost: when you can see everyone's lies, it's impossible to trust the truth. How far can you go into the minds of others before you lose your own?"

Mia sees patterns where others see chaos. When three deaths are reported, the system moves on quickly. Too quickly. The scenes feel complete, but something is missing and Mia can feel it. The gaps bother her more than the violence. As the investigation closes in, one truth refuses to stay buried. The deaths were never the point. They were distractions. At the center of everything is a girl no one was meant to notice. This is a story about absence, perception, and how the most important truths are hidden in what we choose not to see.

"I wasn't looking for anything. I just started noticing." It wasn't supposed to mean anything. Just ordinary days. Ordinary lectures. Ordinary conversations in crowded classrooms. But somewhere between those small moments, Mira started noticing things she never meant to notice. A glance that lasted longer than it should have. Eyes that seemed to find her in every room. Silences that felt heavier than words. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was imagining it. Or maybe some stories begin in the quietest ways- in moments so small that no one else would even think to write them down. Except she did. And these are the notes she never meant to write.

The day Bakugou Katsuki's heart stopped beating on live television, her world went silent. It was a strange thing, to mourn someone you had never spoken to. The sound had been turned down on the shattered screen, but his last shout-"WE'LL WIN!"-still rang in her ears, a vow carved into the sudden stillness. In the dusty silence of the refugee shelter, surrounded by the stunned faces of strangers, she did not weep. She simply sat, her own heart pounding a frantic, helpless rhythm against her ribs. And in that hollow quiet, her mind did a desperate, automatic thing. It retreated. It traced the thread of her panic back through years of silent watching, through countless stolen glances, all the way to the very beginning. To the first time she saw him, and the curious, then the understanding she had learned in time with his explosions. *** A/N: This is a My Hero Academy Fanfiction. I'm a newbie. This is my first ever fanfiction/work. English is not my first language. This is not quite like romance, and not action-fantasy like the original genre either. So, this might be quite a boring story, but... hope you like it. Oh, btw, every chapter is a short scene from each original arc from oc' POV. So yeah the chapters are super short, just 300 - 900 words each. tho, the chapters would be a lot. Enjoy 🙌

When a new neighbor moves in, life seems chaotic at first-loud voices, constant visitors, and a parade of strangers through the shared walls. But as the noise fades, a creeping unease takes its place. Strange routines, a mysterious car parked outside, and disappearing neighbors reveal that silence can be just as unsettling as chaos. In a quiet townhome community, the real disturbances aren't always loud-they're just unseen.

My Dreams, Thoughts, Reflection, Lesson. I'm so proud of me- for my achievements, crush ko na ata ang sarili ko sa mundong ito. Kung mag kaka-bf man ako gusto ko 'yung katulad ko. Katulad ng mindset ko kung mag isip. 'Wag lang ang ugali lol. But honestly I'm so inlove to my self, sa pagiging matatag niya- the way she think and the way she decide on her own. Her entrepreneurial mindset, her confidence, her hobbies, her suffering... Lahat nang iyon ay kinaya niya. At kakayanin pa. To my future self, don't worry I'm still trying to be like you. I'm still trying to do my best. I'm trying as Always to make it happen. You will proud of me. My future ms, writer. Good luck to your journey...

poetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world

I put down my thoughts about my observation which I connect to emotions and our life. Each poem explores a different feeling inside the mind.

It's a collection of some random poetry and quotations. By poetry, I don't mean that my poems are in rhyme. I write mostly in free verse. All the content in this book is not copied and written by myself. The images used belong to the respective owners and neither I or this channel do claim the rights over them. The things in this book are no way related to my personal life and are written after observing things that happen around. Thank you for choosing to read. 😇

A few poems I've written just for fun :)

A collection of flash fiction in 100 words or so.

A quiet entrance can be the most dangerous one. In a place where noise hides truth and everyone pretends not to see what stands in plain sight, one person walks in silently and begins to observe. Not with anger. Not with revenge. But with eyes open and spirit awake. What begins as a simple presence slowly turns into something much larger, as hidden tensions, whispered conversations, and ignored problems begin to surface. This cinematic chapter-poem follows the journey of someone who entered a storm they didn't create, yet somehow became the mirror that forced everything into the light. Every moment is a reflection on awareness, courage, faith, and the strange power of silence. Because sometimes the loudest change doesn't come from shouting. Sometimes it comes from the person who sees everything and refuses to pretend otherwise. Through observation, tension, revelation, and spiritual reflection, the story explores how truth moves through a room, how denial collapses when confronted with clarity, and how storms are sometimes necessary to clear the air. It is not a story of revenge. It is a story of awakening, accountability, and the quiet strength of someone who refuses to look away. With cinematic imagery and poetic intensity, this piece captures the feeling of walking into a place where something is deeply wrong, witnessing the cracks beneath the surface, and surviving the storm that follows when truth finally rises. At its core, it is also a spiritual reflection - gratitude for guidance through chaos, faith during conflict, and the belief that clarity arrives when it is meant to. Sometimes the storm is not sent to destroy. Sometimes it is sent to reveal. And sometimes the quietest person in the room is the one who sees the most.

"𝖞𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖋 𝖆𝖆𝖕𝖐𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖗𝖆𝖙 𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖎" 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 × 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 - A story of silence, patience, and slow love Some connections don't arrive as love. They arrive as stillness. A casual lunch brings two families together - old friendships, polite conversations, and a possibility placed gently on the table. She is calm in a way that lingers, warm yet guarded, a presence that softens rooms without asking for space. He is distant, controlled, someone who keeps careful boundaries around everything that might matter. They meet only once. And yet, something shifts. As families talk and futures are quietly considered, silence begins to carry weight. Avoidance replaces curiosity, restraint replaces urgency, and choices start forming long before either of them is ready to name what's happening. This is not a story of instant love, but of patience - of unspoken moments, quiet strength, that happens without intention.

Rambling through life, one sees or experiences a lot of things, people, strange occurrences, funny happenings, that must be recorded for posterity. The never-ending parade of humanity colours our world.

So like, a bunch of theories, observations etc.

https://www.jumarides.com/big-ferris-wheel/ The structure of the outdoor big observation wheel has a different structural form from other buildings, and its characteristics, the natural vibration, also have its own uniqueness. The modal analysis studying the Ferris wheel can intuitively reflect whether the structure quality and stiffness matrix are reasonable and whether the structure layout form is appropriate, so as to avoid the risk that the resonance may generate when the structures are under dynamic load.

based off of my poem "from the observation deck" comes a series of poetic prose. warning: may contain satire.

In a world that moves faster every day, patience has become a rare thing. What seems like a simple moment-standing in line at a convenience store-can reveal a lot about human behavior. This piece reflects on an everyday encounter inside a 7-Eleven where a quiet conversation between two strangers is interrupted by the pressure of someone who cannot wait their turn. What begins as a normal interaction quickly becomes a lesson in personal space, respect, and restraint. The moment holds tension: irritation builds, frustration rises, and the instinct to react grows stronger. Yet instead of choosing conflict, the narrator chooses calm. In that calmness lies a deeper message about dignity and self-control. This story explores how the smallest situations in life often reveal the biggest truths about people. Some rush through life without awareness of the space others occupy. Others choose to pause, observe, and protect their peace rather than escalate a moment into unnecessary conflict. It becomes a quiet reminder that not every battle needs to be fought with anger. Sometimes strength is found in patience and the ability to stand your ground without losing yourself. Through observation and reflection, the narrator transforms a simple experience into something larger-a reflection on how modern life pushes people into impatience and how easily respect for others can disappear in crowded, everyday spaces. Yet within that same space there is also the opportunity to choose another path: calm over chaos, awareness over aggression, and presence over rushing. In the end, the moment is not really about a line at a convenience store at all. It is about how people treat one another in small moments that most would overlook. It is about the silent power of choosing peace when irritation would be easier. And it is about remembering something simple that many have forgotten: Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do in a fast world is simply wait your turn.