Poeticfiction Stories

✦ Description ✦ When a dream recalls My forgotten first love - Rehan 💙 'The Year I Learnt To blush' isn't just a love story - it's the story of every teenager who's ever fallen for someone they were never supposed to. From stolen glances across benches to heartbreaks hidden behind laughter, it's about the chaos of growing up - when one smile could ruin your whole day and a single "seen" on Snapchat could make your heart race. It's the story of Rehan, the boy in the blue jacket who unknowingly became poetry - and her, the girl who learnt that love doesn't always need to be returned to feel real. ✨ It's innocent. It's messy. It's heartbreak in its prettiest form. Because sometimes, the smallest moments make the biggest memories. 💫

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

Jonas walks through a dead world, a ruin he helped create, haunted by the memory of Elia; the girl he loved too late. In a landscape of snow-choked silence and broken cities, he moves without purpose, surviving only out of guilt, punishing himself for sins he no longer names. Every step is a sentence. Every breath a burden. But the past is never silent. A sparse, poetic meditation on grief, guilt, memory, and the strange mercy of endings, Jonas is a story of walking corpses, dead love, and the quiet, redemptive dream of reunion.

In a world where speech has been outlawed and memory is passed only through pulses of light, a girl is born with a forbidden voice. She is silence's enemy - and humanity's last hope. When she meets the keeper of the final spoken word, everything changes. A poetic sci-fi tale of language, memory, and the weight of a single syllable.

Once upon a whisper, before the needle drew blood, a curse was born - not from hatred, but heartbreak. It grew into a shadow that learned to cradle light. It watched over her as centuries passed, whispering lullabies through the dust of forgotten time. This is not the tale of a spell undone. It is the confession of the darkness that loved the sleeping girl and feared what waking would mean.

He opened one cell and chained himself to a choice. Love in a broken world. Loyalty with blood on its hands. And a mark that burns long after the gunshot fades. (This story is set in the world of the fifth emotion)

🌙 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.

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

Sawa wakes up in a forest unlike anything He's ever seen, purple leaves, rainbow-colored bushes, giant butterflies, and a silence that feels too heavy to be real. Guided by a strange ladybug and a shadowy figure in a fedora, Sawa is pulled deeper into a dreamlike world that seems to know him better than he knows himself. As the forest opens it's doors, beauty unfolds, mystery deepens, and the truth begins to break through: This isn't just a journey. It's a goodbye. A short story about wonder, memory, and the quiet moment between life and what comes after.

✨ She saw him every night at 3:00 AM. Always alone. Always dancing. No music. No noise. Just a boy moving on a rooftop like no one was watching. Until one night... he looked right at her. And when she found the courage to cross over - He told her something that changed everything. "You shouldn't be able to see me." "Why not?" "Because I'm already dead." A one-shot about grief, healing, and the kind of connection that doesn't care if you're alive or not. #WattpadStory #WattpadRomance #WattpadOriginal #WattpadWriter #WattpadRecommendations #BookTok #PinterestWriters #IndieAuthor #ReadThisNow #UndiscoveredGems #Phoenixwrites #HisShadowDanced #GhostLoveStory #HauntingRomance #LoveAfterDeath #ParanormalRomance #EmotionalFiction #TragicLove #SlowBurnRomance #HealingThroughLove #GriefAndLove Achievements: 🏆#25-Sadromance 🏆#74-originalstory 🏆#6- Brokenhearts 🏆#40-symbolism 🏆#39-symbolism

After surviving a school shooting, seventeen-year-old Callie Rae moves to a coastal town where no one knows her name - and she plans to keep it that way. She doesn't talk. Doesn't make friends. Doesn't answer when people try. Until August Reyes - the boy next door - starts showing up. He doesn't ask what happened. Doesn't try to fix her. He just sits beside her in the quiet and stays. As the seasons change, so does the space between them. Callie begins to write again. Breathe again. And - maybe - love again. Told in poetic chapters, We Were Almost Something is a soft, emotional story about grief, trauma, and the quiet power of being seen.

What does it sound like inside a mind that never stops feeling? Seventeen-year-old Aahan's mind is a battlefield. On one side is a voice that sounds like Neil Perry-full of doubt, insecurity, and the terrifying fear that he will never be enough. On the other is a voice that sounds like Mr. Keating-a quiet, moral compass urging him to breathe, to create, and to seize the day. He is his own Dead Poets Society, debating inside his skull. His love for Anya exists in the space between text messages and imagined touches, a fragile thing he guards with poetry and a desperate hope. His dream of becoming a neurosurgeon feels like a mountain he must climb with bare hands. And his reflection is a constant reminder of every flaw he believes he has. This is not a story told in chapters. It is a story told in fragments-a collection of raw journal entries, heart-wrenching poems, and letters to a future self. It is a map of a heart learning to beat through anxiety, heartbreak, and the terrifying, beautiful process of becoming. For anyone who has ever felt too much, loved too fiercely, or wondered if they were truly enough. This is the manual of me. Not the me I show the world, but the me that thinks, dreams, fears, and bleeds.

Before the glass slipper, before the gilded gown, there was a promise - whispered by a dying mother to the stars. When grief turned to prayer, the heavens listened. And when hope became unbearable, love returned in another form: a godmother made of light, borrowed from time. This is the tale of a midnight that remembered love - and a goodbye disguised as a miracle

A mysterious outsider narrator watches as a girl goes deliriously insane.

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.

The Loser's Dream Logline: Over 365 days, a man finally sits with everything he's spent his life feeling and avoiding - anxiety, romance, fear, sadness, and every shade between - and finds that the self he shows the world and the self he carries inside have been living two different lives. Synopsis: Every day starts the same way: he wakes up into two worlds at once. The outer one is easy to describe - a guy getting through the day, saying what people say, doing what needs doing, looking to anyone watching like he's got it handled. The inner one is harder to explain, even to himself. Some days it's anxiety, arriving before his eyes are even open. Some days it's romance, hoping too hard and hiding it badly. Some days it's a fear with no name attached, or a sadness that never asks permission. Across 365 days, nearly one for every feeling he's never let himself sit with, the distance between who he is out there and who he is in here starts to close - not because he solves anything, but because he finally stops keeping the two apart.

Endless Moments is an emotionally powerful journey through the fragile beauty of love-born in a glance, tested by war, and remembered through time. When two souls collide under starlit skies, destiny weaves a story far greater than they imagined. But when separation, duty, and tragedy strike, can a single memory keep love alive? This poetic and reflective romance dives deep into the meaning of connection, memory, and resilience. A story for anyone who has ever loved across time, across silence, or across the battlefield of life. Perfect for fans of emotional storytelling, philosophical depth, and unforgettable endings. 👉 Read now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/eeg5PI8

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.