Historias de Observing

Words, I guess. For myself, my nonsensical self. Perhaps putting them down will make more sense to me. So don't except a masterpiece, Because like I said it's all simply, Words to sedate the confused in me. I don't expect anyone to read any of these, but if you do; then great.

Jiga is a boy who finds himself thinking about all sorts of stuff. His own inner world always at work. The traits he has gained as an observer help him dissect other peoples behavior. Driven by his interest of trying to understand what is going on within people, he finds himself paradoxically craving solutide for his mind to process and analyze his thoughts. One day, he meets a girl who challenges him to speak out those thoughts, kept in his inner world. With this new viewpoint, he comes to experience his true self.

This is the diary of a girl whom no one knew. All her days, her life, everything and everything she went through almost completely alone are written here, even her thoughts on everyone and the people she observed over the weeks.

It's too late for night, yet it's still too early for morning. This is the land of twilight in between worlds, a world between worlds.

Stella Marais has had a crush on Noah Mitchell ever since fourth grade. She is now a junior in high school. But a trip to LA to see her brother changes everything

Each paragraph relates to a different person. A real person (for the exception of one). Look at it from a observer's point of view. You should give this sort of thing a go. It's short, quirky and interesting. :)

Waiting on the right person

Poem. Creepin' on the metro.

This is a book full of short stories I make up when I see someone who looks like they have a story to tell.

Every observation about New York City that proves that there is no place like the city and there is no place like home if you live in it.

"There's a certain hellish realm..." "Hey Medic! Don't go!" "Hold on! Sit tight!" "I was guardin' the point at some dusty old joint..." Y/N, an observer of the lands and its wars, takes an interest in one team member in particular. Team Red's medic was an interesting case to behold. What lies behind those stressed eyes?

Page thro page, fall by fall, broken bones and misunderstandings; We live. (Pointing out that this is all pure imagination, any resemblance toward anyone or anything real is coincidental)

This is the truth - raw, unapologetic, and exactly how it happened. No sugarcoating. From disrespect at the plate, to holes in jackets, to broken promises and lies served in front of me - I've seen it all, felt it all, and kept my guard up through every moment. You think you can test me, push boundaries, or use people as dogs? Think again. I've been observing, analyzing, and reacting to real-life situations that show exactly who people are when respect and loyalty mean nothing to them. This is a story about standing firm, calling out the disrespect, and holding people accountable for their actions. It's about trust broken, lessons learned, and the harsh reality that not everyone you meet has good intentions. No threats, no lies - just the unfiltered truth of keeping your guard up, watching every move, and knowing your worth in a world where loyalty is rare and respect is earned. If you've ever felt betrayed, misunderstood, or forced to defend yourself against disrespect, this is your story too. This is unapologetic. This is real. And it's exactly how it went down.

Over looking the place to be on new year's eve, it's hard to imagine wanting to be somewhere else. Yet here we are.​

Yuvraj Singh isn't just a topper - he's the topper. The boy every parent compares their child to, the first-bench prodigy with perfect grades, perfect answers, and an ego tall enough to touch the ceiling. He walks into every exam hall like it's his kingdom and out of every classroom like no one else exists. But behind his flawless image is a boy weighed down by expectations, sleepless nights, and the fear of falling from the pedestal everyone has placed him on. His arrogance isn't just pride, it's a shield. A shield to hide the cracks no one dares to look close enough to see. Enter Ritvi Sharma. She's not extraordinary - at least, not in the way Yuvraj is. She's the "average girl" with average grades and a tendency to sit unnoticed in the back row. But she's observant. And where the world only sees Yuvraj's confidence, she sees his exhaustion. Where everyone admires his brilliance, she notices his silence. And where his ego builds walls, she finds ways to peek through them. She never planned to cross his path. He never planned to notice her. But life in Class 11th has its own script - stolen glances in the library, and arguments that sting a little too much. Somewhere between clashing personalities and unexpected conversations, Ritvi begins to see the boy behind the "topper mask"... and Yuvraj, for the first time, meets someone who refuses to worship his ego. She's not afraid to challenge him. He's not used to being challenged. And in the chaos of exams, friendships, and teenage secrets, Ritvi might just discover that taming his ego isn't about breaking him down- ...it's about teaching him what it means to be seen, flaws and all.

Lessons from being an observer of the end of life.

This was a poem inspired by a prompt that I cannot recall where I found. I believe it was on a Reddit forum for creative writing prompts, but I cannot provide the source at this time. The prompt was the first line "I spent today as a camera..."