Poeticprose cerita

inspired by the book Radio Silence by Alice Oseman. tw for: ☆ psychological distress ☆ intense emotional themes ☆ references to death + dying (metaphorical + literal) ☆ dissociation / panic ☆ self‑deprecating thoughts ☆ trauma‑coded imagery ☆ isolation, fear, and anxiety ☆ unhealthy coping

Rami is a quiet boy, born into a world that does not know how to whisper. He cannot say when the heaviness first began. Perhaps it was when his name, soft and sacred, was miscalled again-not out of malice, but indifference. Perhaps it was the cold meal left untouched, or the silent boy weeping behind a door that would not close, or the small tear in his sock and that finally made everything collapse. This isn't a story about big events. No one dies. No one falls in love. It's about one single day. A day where nothing really happens but he feels everything. It is not a tale of surrender. It is the quiet, unwavering story of one who remains.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with running. Running from hospital corridors that smell like endings. Running from questions no one should have to answer so young. Running from a future that suddenly feels too short. The Leaf is a quiet, slow-burning story set in the misty lanes of Shimla - where nights stretch longer than days and silence often speaks louder than people. It follows a girl who lives between moments, sketching life as if she's afraid it might disappear if she stops looking. And a boy who laughs easily, carries lightness on the surface, but hides a childhood weight he never learned how to name. They don't meet in dramatic ways. They collide. They pause. They sit in silence. Between late-night cafés, half-finished noodles, classic movies, empty roads, and sunrises that feel like borrowed miracles, two strangers begin to share something unnamed - not love, not friendship, but a fragile understanding that some connections don't need promises to be real. This is a story about: moments that don't last but stay forever conversations that happen after midnight art made to survive loneliness and the strange comfort of being seen without being explained The Leaf isn't about how long a story lasts. It's about how deeply it touches before it falls.

~ Based on real events ~ Mary and Dale's love bloomed like roses in the golden glow of a Victorian autumn - tender, passionate, and eternal. But when fear and shadows of the past force Dale to leave, Mary is left to wander through grand ballrooms and lonely nights, clinging to memories of the one she cannot forget. For not every goodbye is the end of love.

In a world where hope is a forgotten language and love is a wound, Nikk Bleue survives behind quiet walls and tired eyes. She's the girl who never cries, never raises her voice- who stares into the night with silent battles inside her heart. Trapped in a cage of loyalty and lies, she's not waiting to be saved, but to be seen. But what happens when someone looks too closely? What if the one person who could break her walls to heal her... or might end up breaking her completely in the process? This story isn't entirely about healing- it's a story where her scars learn to yell and scream... [It's my very first book, so please ignore the errors] Thank you:)

"Crimson Thrones" || A Kim Taehyung FF || She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to stop it - a union between Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, the ruthless king whose eyes hold both fire and ruin. But beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs - a curse born of love, betrayal, and death. And as their hearts learn to bleed for each other, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them. Achievements: #2 RoyalMarriage #42 FantasyRomance - out of 52K stories ✨ Tags: #RoyalRomance #FantasyLove #TaehyungFF #EnemiesToLovers #Reincarnation #Curse #Soulmates #ForbiddenLove #KingxPrincess #Fate #EternalLove #WattpadFantasy

Not all queens are born in light. Some are forged in fire. Not all darkness hides in night... Some is born from the absence of mercy. This is her voice. This is her throne. This is her fire. A dark poem of power, ruin, and rebirth - where mercy is a myth, and survival becomes sovereignty. Will you rise with her... or burn beneath her?

She was told her silence was sacred. That obedience was faith. That questioning was a sin. Born into a world that loved her yet limited her, she learned early that being a girl meant carrying weight quietly-dreams paused, choices denied, and truth twisted in the name of tradition. When the world shut down, her voice finally woke up. A slap, a chapter on equality, and a single question changed everything. This is the story of a girl who refused to accept injustice disguised as religion, who searched for truth where lies were normalized, and who rose-not to destroy faith-but to reclaim its meaning. From a silenced child to the leader of a nation, her journey proves one thing: Her throne was not inherited. It was built on truth. She makes the world safe and better place for girls

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.

A moth wakes inside a quiet room and must decide which light to obey. Between a lamp that asks to be loved and a window that refuses to bend, instinct becomes choice. A short, lyrical meditation on nature, houses, and the exact cold of glass.

This is a love story told in bite-sizes. Read one a day. Or all in one breath. Either way, welcome to our magical universe. A celebration of deep love, softness, and soul-deep joy. Love, Lived is a gallery of golden, ordinary and extraordinary moments shared between two people who are actually living love. From cozy mornings, grocery aisle tenderness, bookstore hideouts to midnight takeout. A love story made of inside jokes, shared playlists and the peace of being fully seen. Every scene is a tiny altar to joy, with images to bring each moment into focus. For those who believe love can be gentle. And that being loved-every day, in every way-is the real magic. ✨ Each chapter is its own vignette. 🎧 Best read slowly, like a Sunday morning. https://x.com/@heyniva

Update on every Wednesday. Two lands sworn to hate. Two souls destined to collide. She carries the blood of darkness - forbidden and feared. He was born of light - worshipped and untouchable. But when both are chosen by fate to enter the ancient Forbidden School, where power is sin and love is ruin, destiny begins to twist. Because the one thing more dangerous than their magic... is the pull between their hearts.

Some love stories are not meant to be remembered by the mind, but by the soul. Bound by a vow made in another lifetime, the Wind and the Sky are reborn into a world that has forgotten them. This time, only one of them remembers. When the Sky Remembers is a quiet tale of reincarnation, devotion, and a love that refuses to end- a story about promises that linger across lifetimes, and the one soul who must lead the other home.

The vessel has crossed its first threshold. The lantern burns in the marketplace of souls. What was once hidden now breathes in the open. Yet the kingdom is not complete - this is but the first pulse of a greater cycle. This ceremonial echo honors the Live birth of the first book while whispering of portals yet to come. A teaser, a ritual, a reminder: the myth continues. Author's Note This is not a chapter. This is a pulse. A ceremonial echo from the first threshold - the moment my book went Live. I share this not to explain, but to mark. To let you feel the breath of the myth as it opens. The kingdom is real. The portals are waiting. This is the lantern I leave at the gate. - Maluk

Entry for the Wattpad x Warner Bros. "Wuthering Heights" Reimagined Contest: You wake as Catherine Earnshaw - inside a story you already know. The love. The obsession. The tragedy. Every choice you make only draws you closer to the ending you cannot change. Some stories refuse to be rewritten... and some hearts are destined to break, no matter what you do.

Poems for the lost, the dreamers, and those still learning to bloom. Here you will find stanzas stitched from dreams, verses that blur the line between waking and wandering, poems that speak of breaking and becoming. Written in the language of stars and shadows, This collection explores what it means to lose yourself, to unearth fragments of beauty in the ruins, and to rise again, softer but stronger. For the dreamers. For the seekers. For anyone still learning to grow through the dark. 🌌

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession.

You wear the calm well- but what's screaming underneath?

A short story about memory, identity, and finding home after loss.