Reflective Stories

a decade in poetry; The lives that we live in each moment, each year, each decade. Divided into sections, this collection of poems are confessional and reflective as the speaker weaves through the first decade of adulthood. She learns that everything is clear, in retrospect. SECTION 1: THE RISE -- purity, naivety, unabashed love. SECTION 2: THE FALL -- learning the hard truth SECTION 3: IMPACT -- the injury from the fall SECTION 4: STAGNATE -- loneliness, depression, stuck in the mud SECTION 5: RELEASE -- acceptance SECTION 6: THE RISE: PART TWO -- love in it's truest form

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

This diary begins at the beginning. It traces a life as it quietly unfolds - from displacement and uncertainty, through unfamiliar places and people, and into something resembling home. Some entries are observational, some deeply personal, others quietly funny. All of them are honest. This is not a polished memoir or a story with neat chapters. It's life written as it was lived: one day at a time. Lessons arrive disguised as conversations. Control and kindness sit uncomfortably side by side. And belonging is something that grows slowly, almost without being noticed. The entries are shared in sequence, allowing the past to breathe before the present catches up. If you enjoy character-led realism, emotional undercurrents, dry humour, and the slow building of trust and purpose - start at page one.

I want to live.

We grow up believing life moves in a straight line - from weakness to strength, from pain to peace. But his life never worked like that. It was a spiral. Up, down, lost, rebuilding, repeating. This is the true story of a quiet boy who carried entire battles inside his mind. A boy who was bullied, who became a bully, who learned philosophy instead of anger. He never wanted attention, fame, or revenge - just one real friend who understood silence the way he did. Through childhood trauma, lockdown solitude, books, games, and quiet resilience, he learned one thing: Sometimes surviving isn't loud. It's patient. It's lonely. It's honest. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or judged for being quiet, his journey might sound like yours. Because this boy was never special. He was just real. And that makes his story worth reading.

Tsuki thought she had left her past behind... But sometimes, a single glance can wake memories you thought were gone. There was a boy she once loved in silence, a love she never spoke, a story she never told. And now, with only her loyal dog Neo to listen, she begins to unravel it all - the heartbreak, the longing, the moments that refused to fade. Love Meant You - a tale of unspoken love, quiet hearts, and the memories that linger long after the story seems over.

A collection of prose poetry.

He escaped the street's darkness, only to face a deeper shadow at home. Some battles aren't fought with fists, they're fought with guilt. And for Juan, that guilt leads him to a place where silence feels safer than light.

ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO I APOLOGISE FOR ANY MISTAKES. "Verses of Ink and Time" gathers poems that explore waiting, memory, solitude, and the subtle mystery of time passing. Through delicate imagery and profound emotions, each poem unfolds fragments of untold stories, silent feelings, and quiet desires. A collection for those seeking an intimate yet universal reflection in poetry.

Years have passed since the boys once inseparable by youth, dreams, and brotherhood drifted apart. Once a tight-knit group in a sleepy town just outside Busan, time fractured their bond. Careers, heartbreak, arguments, and life itself pulled them in different directions...Only Chan stayed. The quiet author of their past, he remained in the town that once held all their memories, writing, waiting and hoping. Now, with a secret weighing heavily on his chest, Chan reaches out one last time. calling them all home. Hesitant hearts and broken friendships answer, and one by one, the boys return. From distant cities and across oceans, laughter is soft, silence loud, and old wounds begin to heal under the familiar sky of their childhood. Set on top of old rooftops, hidden hills, and the tree that once knew all their secrets, Neverending Story is a personal tale of friendship, forgiveness, and the kind of love that doesn't vanish with time. As they gather around the boy who stayed, they rediscover the pieces of themselves they'd forgotten... and the story that never truly ended. (this is based off of Stray Kids' OST 끝나지 않을 이야기-Neverending Story, from Extraordinary You)

out of boredom, i question love and yapp about it. what's love to you? is it the slowburn, or the spark? is it staying-or chasing?

Another set of lyrics for another future EP, under my moniker The Wandering Faith.

Synopsis GER Ein Tag, ein Augenblick, ein Detail. Träumerin Jamie versucht dem rationalen, technisch Denkenden John das Phantasma der Welt zu zeigen. An nur einem Tag, verpackt in vielen kleinen Augenblicken, lernt John eine andere Art des Sehens und die Beiden erleben winzigkleine, wundersame Abenteuer zusammen. Synopsis ENG One day, one moment, one detail. Dreamer Jamie tries to show the rational, technical thinker John the phantasm of the world. In just one day, packed in many small moments, John learns a different way of seeing and the two experience tiny, miraculous adventures together.

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🌈SAPPHIC PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER🌈 "This house is not a hotel," reads the sign at the entrance. And yet, people keep arriving. Eve comes seeking an interview. She wants to speak with Carolyn Martens - a legendary actress who vanished from the stage. She arrives with many questions, but the boldest one will be the one she must ask herself. Villanelle is there to atone for something. She says she betrayed love. Says she spent her whole life bluffing. That she's lived everywhere and nowhere. That now she wants to try the opposite - even if she has no idea what it looks like. Somewhere between confession and silence, a fragile intimacy begins to take shape. Warning: it reads like a lucid dream.

Mia never expected to find a father in a cranky old man who yelled at squirrels and spent his afternoons working on wood in the sun. Arthur Callahan became her mentor, her confidant, and the steady presence she had always longed for- a father figure she never had. Together, they built more than wood and nails; they built trust, patience and a sense of belonging they both needed. Heartwarming and reflective, this story follows an unlikely friendship and the enduring power of mentorship, memory and connection.

Poetry for those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who don't. Wander the void with me: through suffering, through empathy, through exhaustion and the darkness beneath it all. All my work is my own; written with love, not AI.

Lyrics for a future EP, under my moniker The Wandering Faith.

Some feelings don't fit in a sentence. This is a collection of those-thoughts that ache, moments that hover at midnight, and the weight of being expected to believe in things you're still questioning. These are not poems. Not stories either. Just truths, dressed in silence. As I call it Church of the Unsaid.

One bad decision lead to another and now Peter and his friends find themselves on trail for murder. A guilty verdict would mean their death. Locked in solitary confinement with no way out, they try to piece together how their once happy life unraveled so quickly. Each one of them played a part in Stephanie's untimely death, will they be able to shed the mask of murder or will it forever cling to their face?