Poeticfiction Stories

Told in fragments like prayers left between the pages of forgotten books, it follows the narrator's years with a woman who walks like dusk; quiet, deliberate, and unafraid of silence. She folds belief into laundry, hangs grief on walls like hymns, and teaches that love is "a coat that still melts like rain." After her quiet departure from the world, the narrator embarks on a pilgrimage through towns, churches, and empty roads, carrying her name; sometimes mispronounced, always beloved-like scripture. It is a story about the sacredness of touch, the way grief can bruise a voice, and how love never dies-it only changes address.

She kissed her reflection with closed eyes and when she opened them, she wore her crown.

There was a year when I stopped casting a shadow. Not because I died. But because I didn't know how to live anymore. This is the quiet unraveling of a person who vanished piece by piece - not in body, but in presence. No reflection. No weight. No shadow. A poetic tale of emotional disappearance, and the long journey back to becoming visible again - not to the world, but to yourself. A haunting story about grief, dissociation, memory, and the beauty of being broken and still choosing to return.

When you sleep, they come out to play

"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

Some love stories grow loudly. Others unfold in silence, guided by patience and prayer. The Quiet Between Us tells the story of Ziya Noor, a woman who loves deeply but waits with faith, believing that what Allah has written will arrive at its destined time. Composed on the outside and tender within, she carries her emotions in words, melodies, and quiet duas. Rayan Raif is a man shaped by responsibility and honor, bound by duty yet capable of deep feeling. Reserved and principled, he chooses restraint over impulse, trusting that sincerity never goes unseen. Their connection is built not on haste, but on understanding - a love that grows while waiting, hopeful and sincere. Because some love stories are not delayed. They are unfolding quietly.

Story Description: In a forest older than stars, where silence hums and memories breathe, a silver bell stands - untouched by time, yet waiting. When it rings, something comes: not grief, but Praise - a quiet presence who listens, honors, and gently guides what love leaves behind. When a child wanders into the woods, heavy with a sorrow she cannot name, the bell tolls for her. What follows is not a goodbye, but a transformation - of memory into song, of sorrow into light. The Bell at the End of the Forest is a lyrical fable about loss, remembrance, and the unseen grace that accompanies love beyond parting. A story for children, adults, and anyone who has ever held on to something invisible and precious.

Eden Somers died in a fire. Or... she was supposed to. But she wakes up in the ruins of her childhood home - breathless, hollow, and invisible to the world. Everyone believes she's gone. Everyone but Milo James, her best friend and the boy she never quite kissed. He can see her. Hear her. Feel her. As Eden lingers between life and death, she and Milo uncover a truth buried in ash - and a connection deeper than time itself. They're soulmates. And the universe is listening. A soft, poetic YA romance about memory, grief, and second chances - with a heart-stopping, hopeful twist.

She listens to the tick of the pendulum like it's a war drum echoing inside her chest. Everyone thinks she's made of ice-but even ice remembers fire. A poetic descent into a woman's fragmented mind as she chases silence, memory, and the freedom only blood seems to promise. For readers of lyrical fiction, dark poetry, and inner monologues laced with myth and madness.

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 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.

They say the forest doesn't kill you - it just takes you apart. When grief drives a young man into the heart of the mythical Ashwither Forest, he begins to forget the girl he lost - not all at once, but slowly, memory by memory. Each vanished moment blooms into a luminous flower, beautiful and cruel. He isn't alone. Others wander too - planting names, carving loss into bark, whispering to the silence. Deep within the forest lies a single dead tree... the only place where one memory may be returned. Ashwither is a haunting, poetic journey through grief, memory, and the quiet violence of letting go. A story where forgetting is survival, and remembrance is a gift you bleed for.

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)

some stories don't scream. they sigh. a collection of slow, aching love stories - written in fragments, told in silences. each chapter stands alone, yet all are stitched together by the same thread: a heart that loved too deeply, too quietly, or too late. expect soft touches, held breaths, and the kind of longing that lingers long after the page ends. these are the stories that don't beg to be remembered. but somehow, you do.

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.

❝ 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.