Prose Stories

For everything that endures, season after season.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

The lesson will repeat itself until you learn from it. This quote alone symbolizes the tale of A dance with A necromancer. A foretelling memoir of one woman's secret double life finding her in each and every lifetime. Chapter 1-4 will be previewed on Wattpad Full short story novel will be released and published on Barnes and noble press in 20 copies paperback and ebook on February 14th , 2026 .

[3x AWARDS🏆] Motivations are everywhere, and nowadays Hopes are nowhere.So, lets combine them together in a Poem, prose and quotes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MOTIVATION FOR YOURSELVES : KEEP HOPE ALIVE This book may contain a collection of poems and thoughts which inspire you and help you to be positive in your lives. They are useful for those who feel Happiness, Also useful for those who feel Sadness. Useful for those who want to win, Also useful for the one who want to lose. Can't understand anything, then just read the book. It's my FIRST BOOK on Wattpad. I Hope you will like this book. Feel free to read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ASTONISHING RANKINGS: (12.11.2025) #1 in POETIC JUSTICE, #1 in MOTIVATOR, #1 in RHYME, #1 in SOLUTIONS, #1 in BEPROUD, #1 in SPOKEN WORD POETRY , #1 in POEMS OF LIFE, #1 in MOTIVES, #1 in MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES, #1 in FEEL BETTER , #1 in SWEET WORDS, #1in MOTIVATIONAL, #1 in PROSE, #1 in POSITIVE, #1 in DEEP POEMS. #2 in GOAL. #3 in THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, #3 in POEM COLLECTION. #6 in POESIA.

This is a collection of raw, fleeting, and heartfelt moments - tiny windows into countless emotions. Each piece stands alone, yet together they weave a tapestry of thoughts, memories, and what-ifs. Some are gentle, some sting, and some stay with you longer than you expect. There are no perfect plots here - only fragments of feeling, shaped into words for those who love to imagine between the lines.

Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with because i was bored lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

🏆 | Round 1 Qualifier of ONC 2026 ❛❛ He was living on a heartbeat that was not even his, a pulse bought with blood and a whole lot of silence. Inside the Corpus, where the walls literally breathed and the shadows were looking for a reason to hunt, saying his own name was the fastest way to break his soul. They were stuck navigating a nightmare made of bone and pain, realizing that the only way to make it out was to hang onto the memories that just would not stay dead . . . ❜❜ Galateya and Shelomoh are trying to survive the Corpus, a city made of flesh where you cannot tell where a person ends and the architecture begins. It is run by the Father and the Mother---basically a pair of monsters turning suffering into a science---and the city itself eats the names and memories of anyone caught in its veins. In a place where a single word can literally shatter your body, they must get to the heart of the madness and find themselves before they are lost to the silence for good. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

poems from my journal about ptsd & my guilty conscience.

"Let it be known: Henceforth, no vampire shall slay a human for any reason lest they lose their unnatural life after the passing of their first 150 years. Only when a human raises a deadly hand against vampiric kind may their own life be forfeit" - Lex Hemata (Code I) From the obsidian towers of Xarrowmere, the vampires rule with aristocratic power. Humans exist beneath them, confined to shadowed wards but sanctified as necessary sustenance. The new vitalist tradition. Seraphina, a nightbourne vampire was born into this tradition. She lived among the humans with near perfect restraint, especially around her closet friend. Asa, now a man, Sera had known from childhood. She was content to know only him until his life expired. Now, with the Sovereign in Xarrowmere having slain a human, his life is forfeit and his nightbourne heirs must take on the mantle and choose a nightbourne bride. Luckily the choice is easy, there is only one. Elevated in status and delivered to court under her mother's calculating gaze, she is meant to secure alliances, command admiration, and solidify her family's place among the elite. Instead, she finds herself at the center of a court teeming with rivalry between devourists and vitals. The disgraced sovereign awaits execution. The future of the empire rests in uncertain hands. And Elias, the eldest heir, watches her with an intensity that feels less like admiration and more predatory interest. And Elliot, the youngest...he barely watches at all.

what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

Curated over 21 years; Paintings, sketches, poetry and prose. 12 Parts | 6 Mirrors Completed 14.08.2019

journal // poetry freeing myself of sadness one word at a time. *** language : english status : ongoing 3 of 12, 2026

Collection Two consisting of thoughts, poems and prose; sometimes the sky never clears. Originally published by @ran-the-cynic on tumblr Completed 12.01.2019

scribbling and saving those flash flood feelings

We all know how it feels to be betrayed - whether by friends or even family. This story is about one such person... or perhaps more than one. Each of them faced betrayal, and each had to make a choice: To become a savior - or a killer.

🏆 | Round 1 Qualifier of ONC 2026 ❛❛ The bells of Poveglia rang not from towers, but from the depths of a saltwater grave. You watched as the walls of the asylum breathed with the pulse of those long forgotten by God. Holiness had once been a promise of salvation, but here, it was revealed as just another kind of hunger . . . ❜❜ A chance meeting in a Venetian museum leads an architect and a photographer into the heart of a maritime nightmare. They journey to the forbidden island of Poveglia, where the soil is enriched by ash and the corridors reverberate with the screams of the past. As the boundaries between memory and madness dissolve, they discover that some sins refuse to stay buried beneath the lagoon. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

1 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personal thoughts (out of 2.5k stories)

A collection of poems, prose & rambles, from an old notebook, forgotten by time.

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

Poetry + Prose