Poeticprose Stories

Alex leaned over my desk, tapping the cover of my notebook. "Be honest," he said. "Do you write about me in there?" "No," I said. "I write to avoid people like you." "Wow! Harsh... And here I was thinking we had something special." He grinned, the kind that makes you roll your eyes just to keep your heart from doing anything stupid. I told myself to expect less, less mess, less drama, less boys with stupid smiles. But somehow, life had other plans. Mia has a cheating boyfriend, Eli's confusingly kind, and somehow I ended up in the middle of everyone else's chaos while trying to survive my last year of high school. And then there's Alex.... Always joking, always flirting, always showing up at the exact moment I'm pretending I don't care. ------ *This is the story of expecting less... and accidentally wanting more.

THE PAST I LOVED by Nadeem A single misunderstanding fractured what could have been a beautiful beginning. Regret reshaped a boy's heart into something quieter, deeper, and irrevocably sincere. And now, after months of distance and unspoken longing, Nadeem returns to the one presence he never managed to outgrow - Yusra, the girl whose memory stayed rooted in the softest corners of his past. This is a tale of unfinished emotions, deferred confessions, and the haunting tenderness of a love paused too early. A story where silence becomes destiny... and a once-lost connection seeks the courage to breathe again.

When literature student Rishan visits his best friend's aunt, Ira Sen, in Kolkata during Diwali, he expects nothing more than a short stay in a calm apartment. But the gentle, graceful woman he meets isn't what she seems. Beneath her poise lies a heart filled with secrets of loneliness, longing, and love that defies rules. As Rishan begins to observe her life, their conversations blur the lines between admiration and desire, teacher and student, innocence and awakening. Through the flicker of diyas and the quiet glow behind her window, Rishan learns that love can be both pure and imperfect a light that refuses to die, even when hidden in shadows. A tender, introspective tale about emotional intimacy, moral boundaries, and the beauty of human connection. 🧠🔗 ___________________________________________ ⚠️ Note: This story may reflect emotions drawn from real human experiences, but it does not depict anyone's real or private life. Every character and event is fictional, built for storytelling and reflection. ___________________________________________ Suvarna Comics 2025

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

In a world divided by distance, language, and time, Jaden Greyhawk learns that love is not always enough - but it is never forgotten. Born to a surgeon father in the deserts of New Mexico, Jaden is raised between tradition and hope. At eleven, he is sent abroad as an exchange student to the snowy quiet of Willow Creek, a small American town where belonging is earned slowly and kindness becomes its own kind of courage. There, he meets Kae, a bright and fiercely gentle girl who helps him navigate the awkward, often lonely edges of growing up. What begins as friendship blossoms into something unspoken, a love that lingers between silence and understanding. But as years pass - from adolescence to the trials of med school, from innocent connection to adult heartbreak - life tests Jaden in ways he never imagined. He will lose, learn, love again, and come to understand that some people never truly leave us; they simply remain in the quiet places we learn to listen. A sweeping story of youth, belonging, and the merciless beauty of fate, The Quiet Sound of Rain traces the long arc of one man's life - from desert sun to city light - exploring how heartbreak can hollow us, heal us, and sometimes make us whole.

When the glaciers melt and the mountains flood, its up to a few frostbound souls to save their drowning world. Himara reads like a myth unearthed: lyrical, symbolical, and steeped in the grandeur of nature's wrath and wonder. It is both a hymn to the earth's beauty and a funeral song for those who dare defile it. All my work is my own; written with love, not AI.

Set among the coal-choked hills of central Pennsylvania and in the lingering shadow of World War II, two souls from opposite sides of town discover a fragile thread of hope: one hidden beneath the weight of rations, silence, and fear. Darren Murphy, twenty-five, is bound to the legacy of his Irish Catholic descendants - a lineage carved in coal and carried in silence, of men who spent their lives underground to put bread on the table. Seven days a week, he works beneath the earth to keep food on the table for his mother and younger brothers, while his father, hollowed by drink and decades beneath the earth, fades slowly before him. Though the mines have claimed his body, Darren's mind drifts towards a life far removed from the coal-streaked hills of his birth. Claudia Caruso, twenty-one, is the spirited daughter of Italian immigrants, who arrived in central Pennsylvania just two years ago, hopeful and unaware of the world's shifting tides around them. Claudia has stepped into the rhythms of family duty, helping run Caruso's Bakery - a shared haven for the town. A place where old and cross-ethnic traditions endure, providing what little reminders of shared humanity - like the breaking of bread - remain. As the bleak state of the world and crumbling mines below cast a dark shadow over their small, suffering town, Darren and Claudia form an unexpected bond. What begins in secret turns in to a quiet rebellion: a forbidden connection between two families shaped by old world pride, war-time suspicion, and the aching poverty of the American working class. Together, they navigate the fault lines of family, faith, and fear, daring to believe in something beyond mere survival. BENEATH THE SLAG HEAP MOON is a tender and haunting coming-of-age story set against the backdrop of wartime America - an elegy for forbidden love, for inherited grief, and for the quiet, defiant hope of a life far beyond the one passed down.

(✿◠ᴗ◠) : in a small town, summer lingers in quiet fragments - the hum of cicadas, the scent of wet pavement after rain, the gentle sway of a wind chime at your open window. you never meant to keep a record of him. the old camcorder was supposed to be for someone else, just proof of passing days. but then he looked up. and suddenly, every tape carried more than you planned. he laughs too loud, moves too fast, says things before he can stop himself. still, there are moments - under the awning, by the vending machines, beneath the lanterns - where silence says more than either of you know how to. what do you keep when memory is slippery? what do you show, and what do you hold back for yourself? sometimes the most important parts are the ones you never press play on.

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

A fantasy story of falling in love, living, and finding happiness after tragedies. A twist of light and darkness. And a beautiful twilight. Eosyne is a girl born with wings,an Angel born from humans, she's been locked up by her parents, until she escape from her cage and begin to write her life story with magic and pain.

He was her promise. His brother was her truth. *** Meliora Kylene Rose Mendoza - Menky to her friends, "the poor thing" to Manila's socialites, and "my last hope" to her father - thought post-grad life meant poetry readings, thesis drafts, and quiet mornings with black coffee. But when Mendoza Holdings Inc. - an eco-luxury furniture and interior design export company celebrated for blending Filipino craftsmanship with European minimalism - began to crumble, salvation came wrapped in silk contracts and an engagement ring. Courtesy of the illustrious Dela Cruz family. Rafael Sixto "Raffy" Dela Cruz was everything the tabloids promised: brilliant, disciplined, and emotionally color-coded. The kind of man who probably scheduled his heartbreaks in Excel. Then came Rowan Silveo "Ronie" Dela Cruz - his twin, his opposite, his chaos in human form. The one who smiled like rebellion and loved like a promise he never intended to break. Caught between duty and desire, between the man she's supposed to marry and the man who makes her remember who she is, Menky must choose: to remain the obedient daughter her world demands... or become the woman brave enough to rewrite her own ending. Because in her world, love isn't just complicated - it's contractual. And every signature comes with a heartbeat.

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

She was raised to be quiet - to take up less space, less attention, less breath. She learned young that love could sound like criticism, and that survival could look like smiling through loneliness. College didn't free her. Instead, it magnified everything she had tried to bury: the fear of friendships, the shame about her body, the exhaustion of pretending she was fine. But somewhere between the memories that hurt and the dreams that feel too bright to touch, something shifts. Not hope. Not healing. Just the beginning - a small, stubborn breath that says she doesn't have to disappear to exist. A story about growing up invisible, breaking in silence, and learning - painfully, slowly - to take up space again. CW: Themes of Loneliness, Emotional Neglect, and Mental Health Struggles. No Graphic Content.

A dark ship sinks under unspoken forces, but one ancient will survives in the wreck. Centuries later, a child uncovers its buried remnant..... and the Wanderer of the Abyss returns to the world.

A letter never sent. An impossible desire. A soul torn between what it has and what it longs for. Drowning in November's Rain is a descent into the mind of someone suffocating under choices, trapped in a love that hurts, and haunted by feelings that should have never existed. It is a poetic confession about inner storms, forbidden longing, and the cruel beauty of finding life in the one place you can never touch. A dark, intimate, and visceral piece for those who have loved in silence, suffered in the shadows, and lost themselves inside their own heart.

When Denise Frost left Sinclair Bay, she thought she'd buried her past - and the boy who swore he'd wait for her. But Connor Sinclair is no longer the boy she remembers. He's a Navy officer now, colder than the tides that raised him, feared by everyone who dares to say his name. Once, she promised him forever. Now, forever looks a lot like ruin. As secrets rise with the tide and the Sinclair legacy pulls her back into his world, Denise must decide if she's come to expose him - or to remember why she never truly escaped him. Because when you promise the devil, the sea always collects its debt. Warnings: Smut Abuse(Handful) Toxic Gaslighting Angst Sad lore

She didn't dance to impress. She grooved to exist. In a school auditorium pulsing with music and laughter, a girl moved like poetry in motion. Her elegance was effortless, her rhythm magnetic. She wore her uniform like grace stitched into fabric, and when she danced, the world didn't cheer-it paused. This is a story about presence. About the kind of beauty that doesn't shout-it whispers and lingers. Through foggy winter evenings, glowing streetlights, and van rides filled with laughter, she left behind more than memories. She became a feeling. A soul watched without eyes. A heart listened without sound. If you've ever witnessed someone so in tune with the moment that it changed you-this story will speak to you. She grooved. And the world watched quietly. 🔹 A poetic tribute to grace, rhythm, and the quiet power of being unforgettable

A short introspective piece about feeling tied down by life, growing apart from people you love, and finding the courage to cut the ropes before you die inside.

ＳＩＮＳ ＯＦ ＡＣＥ 𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓷. On the night Vinicio De la Garza is set to propose to Josefina San Antonio--the daughter of a rival whose hand would seal power, territory, and loyalty between Miami's two most ruthless crime dynasties--nothing goes as planned. For nine years, Benita Guzmán has been the invisible housekeeper who keeps the De la Garza mansion spotless, scrubbing away the blood and dust left behind by their business. A quiet fixture. A ghost in plain sight. But tonight, she sees something she shouldn't, and it's Vinicio slipping out of the security room moments before chaos erupts, moments before his father begins drilling the truth about his fiancée's dead bodyguard out of everyone. When Don demands answers about tampered CCTV footage, Benita should say what she saw, yet for reasons that elude Vinicio, she pushes forward and takes the blame, exposing herself to humiliation and punishment to cover up for him. For the first time since she walked into the mansion, Vinicio really sees her, not as the quiet shadow that cleans up his world, but as a woman brave enough to lie to Don. And even stupid enough to bleed for him when it came to that. Maybe it's madness to feel something new for someone else on the night he's supposed to seal the business contract he calls a marriage. But timing has never stopped Vinicio, and neither have rules. As weeks bleed into months, the ring on his finger starts to feel like a shackle, the empire he's meant to protect tightening like a cage. And because some poorly-treated housekeeper isn't supposed to matter to him, yet somehow, she's the only thing he can't get his hands off. Unfortunately, his desire for her is more fatal than forbidden. And every heartbeat in her direction is one step closer to having her blood on his hands.