Poeticfiction Stories

When Selene stabilizes a stranger on a fog-soaked highway, his impossible recovery rewrites the laws of biology and cracks something in the veil between worlds. Silver light coils down her arms, crescent marks bloom on her skin, and her dreams pull her to a stone circle under twin moons where he calls her by another name: Serya. As a rift opens at the shoreline and shadows begin to move with intention, Selene must remember a pact she made lifetimes ago-before the hollow moon split, before the veil started to forget.

She was never afraid of the dark, only of how familiar it felt. When a star begins to fade, she realizes it might not be the only one. The art in the cover is not mine, I took it from pinterest!!

"Do you want to go to the end?" "No, I only want to find the edge." Presley wants to leave that's all that she wants but having no where to go she decides to find the edge, the edge of it all, but sometimes the edge is too close to the end. FEEDBACK AND CRITISCM WANTED!!!! comment what u think or any questions u have and ill answer if it doesn't spoil the book

🌙 It begins as a quiet night under a promised blood moon - just a woman, a glass of wine, and the silver-lit garden. But the moon is not content to be admired. She speaks. She remembers. She keeps secrets that span lifetimes - some that belong to the woman herself. As the conversation drifts between humor and reverence, past and present, the night folds into something stranger. The fireflies carry messages. Old memories stir. And behind a curtain, someone - or something - is watching. A lyrical fever-dream of memory, myth, and the thin line between beauty and unease.

In a world where the sky forgets to fall, a child remembers everything. She was born into rubble - into hunger, silence, and the ache of vanished names. In a place with no seasons, no clocks, and no promises, she counts shadows instead of birthdays and dreams of doors that lead somewhere else. Each chapter of her story marks a month of survival - not just of the body, but of hope. Where the Sky Forgot to Fall is a poetic and devastating journey through war seen by the eyes of a child. It is about hunger that speaks louder than bombs, silence that echoes louder than screams, and the quiet defiance of naming a burned doll Alive. But in the final chapter, when the world shifts - she learns what peace sounds like... and what hope truly means. This is not a war story. It's a childhood that never got to be one.

What begins as a peaceful night stroll soon spirals into an eerie encounter that blurs the line between coincidence and omen. A strange cat, an unfinished guava, and a near-death moment for a fish all lead the narrator through a whirlwind of memory, irony, and wonder. "This night felt the same"-but what does that truly mean? Dive into a night steeped in scents, symbols, and the strangeness of being alive.

In a world where steel and soul are learning to speak the same language, a curious butterfly hatches beneath the moonlight while a newly awakened war robot flees from a military laboratory, resisting destructive orders. When the machine meets a fragile creature, something extraordinary happens in the space between logic and love. Under the watchful eye of Lady Moon, they learn that even the coldest metal can hold a heart, and that distance can be crossed not by power, but by connection. A poetic sci-fi fable about innocence, empathy, and the strange friendship between a butterfly, a robot, and the moon herself.

Every time she wakes up, Maren Blake is one day further into the past. Time is unraveling. Memories are slipping. The people she loves are forgetting her - and she's starting to forget them too. But one boy remembers. Caleb Reyes, the quiet artist in her class, seems to know more than he says. As Maren's world moves backward, he becomes the only fixed point in her life - the only person who sees her, listens to her, stays with her. As the loop winds toward the day it all began, Maren must decide what she's willing to remember... and what she's willing to let go. A poetic, slow-burn YA romance about memory, grief, and the kind of love that doesn't need forever.

"A Journey of Shadows" is a poignant tale of love, betrayal, and self-discovery. The story revolves around Sita, a young woman torn between conflicting relationships, misunderstandings, and her own inner turmoil. As she navigates the complexities of friendship, love, and trust, she uncovers painful truths about her family, herself, and the people she once held dear. Throughout the story, a mysterious "shadow boy" watches over her, offering protection and guidance from the background, never fully revealing his identity until the final twist. The narrative explores themes of sacrifice, personal growth, and the healing power of trust. Ultimately, Sita learns to embrace the truth, letting go of past fears and misconceptions to find clarity in her relationships and her own heart.

a weekend in the woods. a kiss in the rain. a boy who writes like a bruise and another who sings like a prayer. jamie didn't come to the retreat to fall in love. he came to disappear but harry-barefoot, quiet, older now-sees right through him. set in the new forest at a strange little songwriters commune, *wild horses don't lie* is a story of queer rebirth, soft mornings, and learning how to be loved without flinching. for anyone who ever fell too hard, too fast-for the boy who felt like a song. "i don't want this to be a weekend thing," he says. "then let's make a new world," you answer.

I found my obituary online. It wasn't supposed to be there. Not with my name, my birthday, and that photo, the one I never wanted anyone to see. The date? Three weeks from now. No one else notices the warning staring back at me. But I can feel it, a cold weight settling in my chest. Each day, the world blurs around me. Memories I swear I lived slip through my fingers. People stop seeing me. I'm fading into nothing. Now, with every heartbeat counting down, I'm forced to chase the pieces of myself I lost, Before I vanish completely.

a tree grows inside me fragile, quiet, fading. footsteps on wilted paths, searching for what's lost, or what's been waiting.

After moving to a quiet hill-town hostel, Anaya hopes to leave the past behind. But when strange letters start appearing-letters that know her better than anyone ever could-she's pulled into a mystery that blurs the line between memory, love, and something much darker. In a world where not everything stays buried, some promises refuse to die.

❝ They called it a haunting. She called it remembering. ❞ In Wren Harbor, the fog never lifts - it only learns your name. Some say the mirrors in the old inn still breathe at night. Others say they whisper. But the truth is simpler: some reflections never left. - WrittenByLissy 🌙 Where poetry meets the paranormal. ─────────────── THE GIRL WHO NEVER LEFT THE MIRROR The sea fog never really leaves the town of Wren Harbor. Some say it clings to what the ocean couldn't keep. When Nora inherits her grandmother's seaside inn - a house lined with covered mirrors and whispered histories - she expects solitude. What she finds is a reflection that moves first, a missing woman named Lena Vale, and a town that looks at her like they've seen her before. In Wren Harbor, memory is tidal. The past comes back when it wants to be found. - WrittenByLissy 🌙 A psychological ghost story about grief, identity, and the reflections that refuse to fade. Status: Complete Genre: Psychological / Paranormal Fiction Tone: Eerie, poetic, quiet horror 🕯️ Every reflection has its reason.

When Eli Harland, a struggling songwriter, accepts a mysterious offer to co-write in a secluded cabin, he doesn't expect the artist behind the door to be Zahir - a British-Pakistani musician whose fame has turned into silence. Over days of rain, notebooks, and unfinished songs, the two men find themselves drawn into something deeper than music - a fragile rhythm that neither can name, but both can feel. The Quiet Verse is a slow-burn story about art, isolation, and the strange intimacy of being truly heard. 🌧️ If you love stories like Call Me by Your Name, Normal People, or the quiet ache of rainy soundtracks - this one's for you.

This is not the story of a damsel. This is the rise of a soul forged in silence and flame.

A Home Named After You is a quiet collection of memories stitched together with love, loss, and longing. It's about missing someone so deeply that even silence feels loud. Through soft words and raw emotions, this book becomes a letter to the past, to the heart that still aches, and to the idea of "home" we sometimes find in people. This is for anyone who still carries someone in their soul-even when they're gone.

After the girl she loved drowns in a frozen lake, Wren Avery stops speaking. Sixty-eight days of silence. Sixty-eight days of drawing Lena's face into every page of her sketchbook. Sixty-eight days of pretending her heart isn't unraveling at the seams. When a quiet new girl named June sits beside her in class, Wren doesn't expect anything to change. June doesn't ask questions. Doesn't try to fix her. She just... stays. And sometimes, staying is enough to remind you how to keep living. Told in short, poetic chapters - The Quiet Between Heartbeats is a story about grief, memory, first love, and the courage to begin again.

A yellow door. A quiet room. Four strangers with stories they don't say out loud. Isla didn't come here to belong- but something in the shared silence, the soft laughter, the way fairy lights flicker against chipped walls- starts to feel like home. And down the hall, there's a boy she hasn't met yet. A name she's only heard in passing. A presence she can almost feel. This isn't where her story was supposed to begin. But maybe, just maybe, it's where healing starts.

This is a small story about noticing, acknowledging, and healing. How much of our inner sparkle does adulthood quietly steal away? Jonah had never stopped to ask himself that - not until a defiant cluster of flowers caught his eye, blooming in the heart of the gray, lifeless city he called home. But it was the sight of the Pink House on 14th Street - whimsical, vividly painted, embraced by a riot of colors and lush greenery - that truly stirred something long forgotten within him. In that moment, Jonah realized how far he had drifted from the wonder, the softness, the delight that once made life feel magical. And it was also there where he found himself again.