Realfeelings Stories

Marlowe Callahan loves the Fourth of July. She loves the crowded Boston streets, the block-party food, the sparklers, the music drifting from every porch, and the way one summer night can make the whole neighborhood feel like family. That does not mean she loves everything America stands for-or the government that keeps disappointing the people it is supposed to protect. Then Ollie Bennett moves in next door. He is fifteen, British, painfully sarcastic, and completely confused by the fact that Americans celebrate beating his country with fireworks, hot dogs, and people joking about throwing tea into the harbor. Ollie misses England, hates being treated like a walking history lesson, and has no interest in Marlowe's loud, patriotic chaos. But between shared plates of food, late-night conversations, teasing arguments, and fireworks over Boston, Marlowe and Ollie begin to see past each other's flags. She teaches him that freedom can mean more than history. He reminds her that loving a country does not mean refusing to question it. And somewhere between the sparks, the sarcasm, and one unforgettable summer, two neighbors from very different worlds discover that the best kind of love story might begin with a little historical confusion.

Behind every fictional character I wrote, there was always a real emotion I never fully knew how to explain. Not a Novel is simply the unfiltered version of that person the mind behind the stories, the military obsessions, the overthinking, and all the feelings that stayed long after the books ended.

ladkiyo ki awaaz jo koe sunna nahi chahta

She'll never read these poems - but they'll always belong to her. ~S

Just a girl who feels too much, thinks too deep, and writes when she can't explain things out loud. trying to find myself somewhere between work, love & late-night thoughts.

Poems that I put all of my sadness into because I am done with tears.

We don't get always what we dream of, sometimes we get better.

A young girl (I) in love with her idol, the young Michael Jackson, writes him a letter in which all her love is enclosed. Story inspired by the sweet song "Dear Michael."🎶♥️

Thoughts of an emotionally unstable human. Everyday thoughts. Late-night thoughts. Things I feel but don't show. Things I feel but don't know how to express. At the end of the day, it's just a thought...

Letters that were never sent and never reached the hearts they were written for.

The real emotions i felt during with them and how i kept lying about my feelings and thought I was the bad person but I think I was.

Abigail Tanner is known to be little miss perfect, but there is more that meets the eye. She has to prove to her classmates that she's not all perfect.

I think about him, actually dreamed about him tonight, it was not planned, it was not even scientifically possible, but it still happened. Light dream, deep feelings. Felt so real, I hold him I kissed him, he wanted a peck and I smiled and kissed him again, my mom hated it, she did not like it, she was there, she saw everything and I did not complain. So... what does this dream mean? What does it mean for me? I believe it is a goodbye, my soul saying goodbye to what was not meant to be, and to what is never going to happen.

Letters are beautiful in the sense they may never be sent, and will never be read. A conglomeration of letters, happens to be the story of one who's felt emotions inexplicably deep.

𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴... 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

A book of things I wish I could say to the one person who won't get to listen

I wanted to create this to tell about my struggle with Depression through the years and how I coped with and also as a place for ppl to talk about their depression and get support from others

She loved with all her heart-bold, real, and unapologetic. But he left, calling her "immature" for feeling too deeply. This poem is a response to that kind of judgment- a quiet rebellion in verse, for every soul that's ever been misunderstood for loving too much, too soon, or too honestly.