Quiet Stories

"Ky'mere Saint Woods has never known peace-just pain, betrayal, and survival. Raised in the shadows of the hood with blood on his hands and trauma on his back, he's built walls no one dares to climb"

"Fine shyt , pretty face , adorable"

Two detached souls meet in a city that never slows down. Both are broken - the only difference is how they hide it. One conceals the pain behind a quiet smile, the other behind carefully built walls. This is not a story about saving someone. It's about understanding, choosing, and learning to stand beside someone without trying to fix them. Together, they don't rush healing or promise miracles. They simply exist, understand, and slowly learn what it means to choose each other - without saving, without losing themselves.

Nysa lives in a world that is far too loud, even when it's silent. Her mind is a relentless machine of observation and empathy, dissecting the subtle shifts in a stranger's expression or the unspoken weight in a room until she is left exhausted by the data of human emotion. Rational to a fault, she understands the mechanics of her alienation, but logic provides little comfort for the isolation it creates. The only reprieve she finds is in the recurring architecture of her dreams. There, a man whose face feels like a forgotten melody offers her the one thing she cannot find in her waking life: a stillness that requires no explanation. He is her anchor in a sea of subconscious noise, a ghost she has come to love more than the living. Pushed to the brink by the sensory overload of her daily life, Nysa orchestrates a solo escape to heaven on earth. She seeks a void-a place where her mind can finally stop translating the world. But the solitude is short-lived. There she comes face-to-face with the impossible. Standing in front of her is the man from her dreams. He isn't a figment of her imagination or a symptom of her fatigue. He is real, he is flesh and blood, and for the first time in her life, Nysa's rational mind has no explanation for the truth standing right in front of her.

"You always look like you're about to disappear," Devin said, flashing that lazy grin everyone knew him for. Nyomi arched a brow. "And you always look like you've got something up your sleeve." "Usually do." His eyes lingered on her. "Not with you, though." That made her pause. "Why?" She asked Devin shrugged, casual as ever, but his voice dipped just a little. "Guess I'm trying to figure you out. I will eventually, I feel it." She studied him, searching for the joke-didn't find one. "You don't get tired of chasing the same thing?" "Not even close." He stepped nearer, hands in his pockets, like he wasn't already all in. "You don't look at me like everyone else does." Nyomi looked away first. "Maybe I just don't look." His smile softened. "Yeah," He murmered. "That's the problem..."

This is the story I'm submiting for a Valentine competition. This book is based on my relationtip with my ex if we had gotten back together.

Their LOVE is QUIET - not the loud kind, but one that lingers in unspoken moments and longs stares. SHE lives in memories of her late long-term boyfriend/fiancé, while HE lives in the shadow of her grief - loving her anyway. When SHE decides to let him go, out of guilt, HE doesn't chase HER - not because he stopped loving her, but because he finally understood that love also means freeing her and himself. THEIR love story becomes about GRIEF, ACCEPTANCE, SELF-LOVE, and REDISCOVERING LOVE IN SILENCE - where letting go becomes the ultimate act of love. BUT in the end, they become each other's STRENGTH, at the same time, WEAKNESS.

We spend our lives chasing meaning-success, purpose & answers, Follow me on a journey through time, stillness, kindness and simply being alive.

The Absence Was Ordinary is a quiet, inward story about a person who learned to survive by becoming smaller. Raised in a home where emotional neglect was subtle and constant, the narrator grows into adulthood appearing composed, mature, and functional-while slowly losing any clear sense of self. This is not a story of dramatic trauma or visible collapse. It is about erosion. About how anxiety settles without announcement, how strength becomes habit, how identity turns into routine. As the mask dissolves, what remains is not pain or relief, but a hollow awareness-detached, honest, and alone. The book explores emotional absence, dissociation, and slow ego death. It offers no easy resolution, only observation. This is a story for readers who recognize silence, who understand that some wounds do not scream-they simply endure.

He didn't go missing. He stepped away. When Rohan disappears from an elite boarding school in the hills, the institution closes ranks. No questions. No blame. No story. But Siya can't accept the silence-especially when fragments of Rohan's thoughts begin surfacing in the wrong places. As pressure tightens and memories blur into longing, Siya is forced to confront a terrifying truth: some disappearances are deliberate-and loving someone doesn't mean being protected from their choices. The Quiet Vanishing is a slow-burn literary mystery about power, absence, and a love that leaves questions instead of answers.

Starting college was supposed to be simple. Classes, late nights, gaming breaks - and learning how to share a room with someone he barely knows. But as the semester settles in, Alex starts noticing the small things about his new roommate that linger longer than they should. Balancing school, friendships, and shared space becomes more complicated when emotions don't come with clear explanations.

A collection of poems that explore memory, love and the feelings we bury inside ourselves. About observing, waiting and fantasizing. For the calm nights. A space for our heart.

Cats, Coffee & Cozy Living by Morning Whispers - Liz Weaver This is not a traditional book. This is a place. A quiet, lived-in creative space filled with cats on windowsills, coffee in chipped mugs, cozy corners, and the beautiful, imperfect mess of everyday life. Inside you'll find quotes, reflections, poems, short stories, recipes, illustrations, and small observations - each shared as a moment, not a performance. There are no chapters here. No pressure to rush. No demand to be polished. This project values presence over perfection, comfort over polish, and honesty over noise. Published slowly. Written gently. Meant to be read the same way. Welcome in.

Peep wakes up as the newest murderer of Facility 51. Floofy is gone. The rules are twisted. And now Peep must choose his abilities, survive the trials, and uncover why the game wants him next.

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝙺𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 -/-/-/-/-/- + Started: 02 - 10 - 2023 + Ended: ?? - ?? - ???? + Published: 03 - 10 - 2023 -/-/-/-/-/- || male insert || || I do not own Komi Can't Communicate || || Credits to the original artists for the amazing artworks that may be in this book|| -/-/-/-/-/- Author from Wattpad - SolarStar_Eclipse If you are reading this from another platform, then you're reading a stolen version

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He is thirty-two. A heartthrob superstar with millions of fans, a life lived under flashing cameras and endless applause. The world loves him loudly, endlessly-claiming every smile, every silence, every breath as its own. She is twenty-one. Escaped from a past that nearly erased her, she lives now as someone else-careful, guarded, learning how to breathe again. Survival taught her to stay invisible. Healing is teaching her how to exist. For four years, she's loved him. Not with expectation. But with devotion-steady, restrained, unspoken. Loving him was never meant to lead anywhere. It was simply something she carried. Their worlds are impossibly far apart. His thrives on visibility. Hers depends on staying unseen. They cannot collide. They should not fall in love. The age between them, the lives they live, the consequences of being seen together-everything stands against them. And yet, fate is relentless, pulling two fractured souls into the same fragile space, where longing lingers and restraint begins to crack. Some forms of love are forbidden because they are dangerous. Some are impossible because they arrive too early-or too late. And some exist only to prove that even the most broken light can still find its way home seeping through fractured souls. Splintered Light is a slow-burn, age-gap romance about devotion, survival, and two impossible worlds that were never meant to meet-until they did.

Samatha junior never misses a beat whether it catching bad guys or hang out with co workers. Her next case is catching a local kidnapper criminal who may be one of long lost childhood friends whom has many secrets could this case be closer to home maybe so??? 1# Jawdropping - January 20, 2026

Once, Aren lived by the sword. Every battle took something from him-his sleep, his smile, his reason to live. Tired of war, Aren abandons violence and walks into a quiet land known as Windland, a place ruled not by kings, but by seasons. There, he learns to farm, to listen to the wind, and to heal wounds that no medicine could touch. Through broken soil and slow days, he discovers that peace is harder than war-and far more meaningful. In Windland, Aren meets Lina, a woman whose strength lies not in weapons, but in patience. As crops grow, so does love-soft, hesitant, and real. Together, they face hunger, memories of bloodshed, and a world that still believes power comes from violence. This is not a story about conquest. It is a story about choosing not to fight. A chapter-by-chapter journey of farming, love, redemption, and quiet strength, Windland: Where the Soil Learns Peace explores what it truly means to be strong in a world that only respects war.