Overthink Stories

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

She was never the kind of girl who could walk up and start a conversation. So she didn't. She just watched him. From the corridor. From the classroom door. From a distance that was always safe... and silent. He never knew. And maybe, he was never supposed to. Years later, she doesn't miss him the way people think. She misses the way her heart used to feel when he was around. And somehow... those feelings still find their way back in dreams, in memories, in quiet moments she never talks about. This isn't a love story. It's about the kind of feeling that was never said out loud...

Two overthinkers. An eldest daughter who wears responsibilities like a second skin. A youngest son who was forced to grow up much earlier than he should have. Both wonder if what they feel for each other is more than friendship- yet both are terrified of giving that feeling a name. One assumes the other already belongs to someone else. The other believes: "Maybe I'm just not enough." Years pass. Conversations fade. Life moves on. But what happens when two people who were never able to understand their own hearts meet again? Will they finally name the feeling they spent years running from? Or will overthinking steal their chance once again? Let's dive into a story where longing turns sweet.

Poetry

"Sabi ko sa sarili ko matutulog ako nang maaga tonight. Pero heto ako, alas-tres na ng madaling araw, nakatitig sa kisame at paulit-ulit na nirereplay sa utak ko ang mga maliliit na bagay na nagawa ko buong araw." May kasabihan na "think before you speak." Pero paano kung hindi mo na mapigilan ang utak mo? Tipong isang simpleng desisyon, isang maliit na pagkakamali, o kahit ang sarili mong nakaraan-kaya mong gawan ng limang magkakaibang plot twist at worst-case scenarios sa loob lang ng limang minuto. This is a collection of late-night thoughts, unfiltered journal entries, and the chaotic internal monologues of someone who is simply tired of their own brain. It's for everyone who constantly searches for validation from the world, kahit alam naman nilang gumagawa lang sila ng sarili nilang multo sa dilim. I want someone to tell me I'm right to feel this way. Pero deep down... alam ko namang ginagawa ko lang mahirap ang sarili kong buhay.

At the University of the Witwatersrand, two strangers unknowingly cross paths. Boitumelo Molefe is a quiet Human Physiology student who sees the world through her camera. Ayanda Williams, a vibrant Digital Arts student, navigates life with confidence, creativity, and South African Sign Language. Between missed chances, unexpected encounters, family chaos, friendships, and the beautiful mess of university life, their story unfolds one ordinary moment at a time.Because sometimes, the greatest love stories don't begin with love.

She thought she had lost him forever. Then, one ordinary morning, he was standing right in front of her. Exhausted by the weight of memories she can neither hold on to nor forget, she begins to question everything she thought she knew. Every smile feels familiar, every moment feels real, and every heartbeat whispers that maybe some endings can be undone. But as the line between dreams, memories, and reality slowly begins to blur, she must decide whether she's finally finding her way back to happiness... or walking deeper into an illusion she was never meant to keep. A psychological romance about love, grief, and the dangerous comfort of holding on to someone you've already lost.

Just a collection of random, late-night thoughts scratched down when I couldn't sleep. Expect a lot of silence, rain, cold coffee, and moody dark academia vibes.🖤 Nothing too fancy or overthought, just my silly little poems written in the quiet hours of the night. Grab a cup of coffee and get comfortable.

~ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘰 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘰 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 🥀 𝙂𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚-- 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩, 𝙂𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚.

Was it the right choice.. to exist? Will He regret it? or Will He be grateful? But if He didn't exist, He wouldn't even know what 'choice' is.. He wouldn't feel regret nor knowing the feeling of gratefulness.. there wouldn't be Him either.. Did He choose existence? Or Did existence choose Him? Why does He know things He should not? Why do some people see nothing reflected in His eyes? Found by a small church on a stormy night, the nameless boy begins His journey through a world of kingdoms, faith, myth, and hidden mystery while searching for the truth of His own existence. Because buried beneath His human form lies a mystery older than memory itself. And the deeper He searches for who He was... the more terrifying the answer becomes.. After all.. the greatest question is not who He was. It is what He is.

සමහර මිනිසුන් අපේ ජීවිතයට එන්නේ රැඳෙන්න නොවෙයි. ඒත් ඔවුන් යනකොට, ඔවුන් ගෙනා හැඟීම් අප තුළ රැඳෙනවා. 'නො (හිමි)' යනු හිමි නොවූ මිනිසුන් ගැන, අමතක නොවූ මතකයන් ගැන කතාවකි.

Hello, I am Ragnarium with this is a book all about my interests and personal opinions so I can share them here...Even if they get 0 reads lol Sharing my will of the Emperor with you is a great way to make a start on a social life and sharing our lord and saviour, The God-Emperor of Mankind! So anyways, FOR THE EMPEROR!!! (Also I thought the book cover looks pretty cool!) (I could add any fan-made stuff, ideas and other things because fuck it that's why)

Ishani Malhotra has everything most people dream of-a loving family, financial security, and a bright future ahead of her. Yet beneath her calm smile lies an overthinker who constantly doubts herself. Starting college feels like stepping into an entirely new world filled with unfamiliar faces, unexpected friendships, coding projects, music clubs, rivalries, and opportunities she never imagined. As Ishani navigates the ups and downs of college life, she slowly learns that confidence isn't something you're born with-it's something you build one small step at a time. A heartwarming story about friendship, dreams, family, first loves, and the journey of becoming the person you're meant to be.

KABHI KABHI SABSE GEHRA PYAAR WAHI HOTA HAI.... JO SHOR NHI KRTA, BASS SAATH NIBHAATA HAI.....

What if a book could read you instead? This is not a normal story. It's an interactive journey made of emotions, impossible choices, hidden feelings, quizzes, scenarios, games, aesthetics, movie vibes, love stories, plot twists, and the thoughts people never say out loud. Every chapter ends with a choice. A or B. Stay or leave. Truth or comfort. Love or silence. Some chapters will make you laugh. Others may feel strangely personal. And little by little, your answers will begin to reveal: * the way you love * your emotional personality * your hidden fears * your chaos * your comfort * and the kind of story your soul belongs to Inside this book you'll find: 🌙 interactive choices 💌 emotional quizzes 🎬 movie & character games 🧠 personality tests 🔍 emoji riddles & hangman games 💕 romance tropes ✨ aesthetic worlds 🔥 plot twists 📖 and an interactive story where your choices shape the ending By the final chapter, you won't just know the characters. You'll know yourself. So... are you ready to play?

Just random thoughts and questions I have and gotta right down, some is very emo and some are actually sweet ⚠️I recommend this as 18+ because there will be some sensitive topics ⚠️ *Photos are not mine*

Poems about longing, loneliness, overthinking, hope, growing up, and waiting for people you care about.

Throughout this poem collection, I chart a painful descent from the chaotic, dizzying heights of infatuation into the quiet, hollow reality of self-deprecating loneliness and grapple with the agonizing friction between an overwhelming desire for deep connection and a protective instinct to retreat. Ultimately, the poems serve as a raw confession of vulnerability, capturing the exhaustive toll of putting others first, feeling misunderstood or valued only for utility, and patiently waiting on the margins of life for a breakthrough that feels devastatingly out of reach.

Aadhya did everything right-studied, tried, waited. But two years later, she's still stuck. Not because she has no choices... But because every choice feels too heavy to make. While everyone else moves forward, she's left questioning herself, her path, and her pace. This isn't a story about having it all figured out. It's about feeling lost, overthinking everything... and learning to move forward anyway. Sometimes, you're not behind. You're just still becoming.

Ink Over Silence is a collection of everything I couldn't say out loud. The thoughts I swallowed. The emotions I hid. The version of me no one noticed breaking. Between pressure and identity, silence and emotion, breaking and becoming-these pages hold what words couldn't carry in speech. Because sometimes, silence is louder than words- and ink becomes the only way to survive it. And somewhere in the quiet, when everything feels too heavy to hold alone, there is grace.