Prose Stories

Burnt out and grieving her grandmother's passing, 29-year-old Adelina "Lina" Salazar leaves the city to return to her hometown and her grandmother's closed bakery. With no baking skills and a weary heart, she struggles at first, but the townsfolk who step through her doors soon offer more than support-they give her genuine connection and hope. ‎ ‎Through their warmth, Lina rediscovers a life beyond ambition, learning that sometimes the heart only needs to rest, remember, and be still. And one morning, she pulls a tray from the oven and sees it-the bread has finally turned golden.

An itinerary of reflections on an intimate map of light and shadow, where I chart a journey through my inner world in an attempt to understand so I can let go or accept-and, with a bit of luck-turn wounds into wings. Updates: Tue, Thu & Sun - 7:30 p.m. CET

🥇 1st Place - Best Prologue (Whispers Beneath the Ice mini-awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Writing Style (Enchanted Grave Awards, 2025) 🥈 2nd Place - Best Villain (Starfish Awards, 2025) ⸻ ✧ ⸻ Beneath the earth, the sun is only a memory - and its light is no longer free. The powerful have bottled it, priced it, and called it holy. Every flicker, every breath, must be paid for in Lumen. Lucy Farrow was born in the Gloom, where the air tastes of rust and hope is a dangerous thing. Her mother taught her to keep her glow low - to survive unseen. But when the light inside her begins to stir, Lucy's secret could unravel the order that keeps their divided city alive. High above, in the marble halls of the Halo, Prince Cassian Soleyne uncovers a secret among ink and dust - a forbidden lineage that could unmake the order he was born to protect. His duty is to snuff it out: his heart tells him to save it. As rebellion brews in the dark and doubt kindles in the light, their paths will cross - and together they will awaken a fire long thought dead. A Radiant who could bring back the dawn... or burn the world to ash. ⸻ ✧ ⸻ His guest merely nodded sharply. "Until next time, mister Briar". With that, he turned and marched toward the door - his colleagues followed him close behind. Lucy could hear their footsteps fade away and relief washed over her. As soon as it did, the lanterns of the chandelier rattled softly - the Lumen danced for a split second, as if celebrating. But that was enough. The agents abruptly turned around, having seen the shadows on the floor - slowly, they aimed their emotionless gazes skyward, staring at the chandelier. "Tell me, mister Briar", the captain spoke, his eyes still fixated upon the lamps, "Does your Lumen always malfunction like this?" The Lantern Man tapped with a finger on the desk. "As a matter of fact, sir - yes, it does. It's still an old batch: it flickers all the time. I ought to get it replaced soon".

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❝That's the thing about scars: they ought to be burned in the sun.❞ || a shoebox of letters and a slice of dead sunlight ||

"Mirror in the Sky" is a selection of poetry and prose that delves deep into the intricacies of the mind and soul, capturing the raw essence of love, the sting of heartbreak, and the complexities of society. Through a collection of innermost ramblings, this book guides readers through the fragile nuances of emotion and the impact of nature on the human experience.

Featured by Wattpad CoffeeCommunity things happen, things happen. | prose/poetry | (a collection of twenty eight)

« She was a hurricane and he was the shy kind. She was sadness personified and he was 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 » Poems. Proses. Letters. I just wanted to post something. period.

Literary reflections presented as a dialogue between two parties, addressing profound philosophical and intellectual issues within the depths of the human psyche in a philosophical, intellectual, and literary manner, and critiquing societal conditions and erroneous religious beliefs through a descriptive, creative, and philosophical approach.

"Aesthetically pleasing what once used to be, Is now simply a retrograde of memories. Demandingly unique how our souls have been, Must we all surrender to the God of Aestheticism?" //// the god of aestheticism, redefining beauty.

a collection of tortured thoughts.

This is not a story about breaking. This is a story about knowing who I am after everything tried to bend me. My body remembers - not to hold pain, but to hold truth. Each mark is a decision. Each scar is a boundary. Each chapter is proof that softness and strength can exist in the same skin. I do not chase understanding. I do not explain my worth. I stand. I choose. I live - fully. This is a body that remembers. And it does not apologize for surviving.

One Question. Seven Chapters. A Lifetime of Peace. Are you searching for your purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? is an inspirational short story designed to quiet the noise of the world and refocus your heart on what truly matters. Through faith, love, and scripture, discover why you were created and how to find meaning in the ordinary moments of every day. Stop existing. Start living. Completed Short Story | Inspirational | Faith-based

Nothing lasts forever. Even we, humans, turn to ashes of hope or buried with grief. I'm alive only to figure out what love tastes like or to see if life really is worth the battles. Here's how everything started to make sense. I do believe in eternity, yet nothing lasts forever, so I call it ephemeral.

it's been a while since i've written properly.

A book of fragments-of love, loss, resentment, healing, and the fragile pieces in between. These pages don't promise answers. They simply promise that you're not alone in your chaos.

journal // poetry freeing myself of sadness one word at a time. *** language : english status : ongoing 1 of 12, 2026

You are a part of a greater protective flow.

"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dismal and dark. (Dark to light poems) A C H I E V E M E N T S : » 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝟔𝟒 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝟑𝟏𝟔𝑲 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 « [#3 in writings on 20/04/23] S T A T U S {updating weekly} EDITING IN PROGRESS