Reflective Stories

Through small observations and gentle daydreams, ordinary moments become meditations on self awareness, gratitude, loneliness, empathy, and the quiet stories that surround us every day. Each story begins with something easily overlooked: a passing stranger, a changing light, a small detail; and follows wherever the imagination leads. None of these imagined lives may be true, but perhaps they don't have to be.

The Earth is finally dying. Humans have been doing wrong time and time again, failing to understand their mistakes. Eventually, history closes in on itself. Humans, now selfish and arrogant, fail to understand the importance of history and nature. Benji is a walking contradiction. He empathizes, but embodies selfish behaviour. One day, his entire life changes with a selfless, yet simple action. Little does he know, this could give him just what he needed all along. Maybe with his story, humans can also understand the wrongdoings of their actions. Maybe we can learn how to heal ourselves and the world. _________________________________________________________________________________ ***unfinalized*** this story was a narative essay that was assigned in my english class. it ends abruptly and some parts are patchy because i tried to finish it within the deadline. I hope you enjoy! If it surpasses enough views, i'll probably start working on making it longer, and fixing parts of the story. This story is also very short too! i hope that i'll be able to add more sci-fi-y elements to it soon ______________________________________________________________________________ ***Update!*** New epilogues coming soon! Cover drawing made by me (Experimenting with different cover designs)

Not every letter is meant to be delivered. Some are written to people who no longer belong in our lives. Others are addressed to younger versions of ourselves, parents, strangers, dreams that never came true, or the versions of us that never got the chance to exist. These pages were never written to start conversations. They were written to end the ones that refused to stop echoing inside my head. They call it intermittent reinforcement. I called it a talkgasm. Random brain dumps. ​These ain't love stories, and they sure as hell ain't a call to resuscitate anything. They're autopsies of inconsistent connections. From the initial thrill of the intellectual hook to the violent urge to burn the memory down, these letters exist for one purpose: to purge the toxic noise out of my head and onto the page. ​Read it as a caution, read it as art, or read it because you're currently holding your phone at 3:00 AM trying not to break your own boundaries.

Some wounds arrive like storms. Others settle so quietly they become part of the landscape. *Where You Can See* is a collection of poetry about surviving emotional abuse, learning to recognize yourself after loss, and discovering that healing is rarely a straight path. Through imagery of rivers, mirrors, burial sites, static, and light, these poems explore love, grief, memory, identity, and the fragile courage it takes to choose yourself again. This is not a story about perfect endings. It is about the moments that happen before them. The nights when silence feels louder than words. The mornings when hope returns unnoticed. The slow realization that what once felt like home may have only been survival. For anyone who has ever wondered who they were after heartbreak, this collection is an invitation to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing to find isn't love. It's the place where you can finally see yourself.

How many times do we spend our lives waiting for a sound that never arrives? This is a collection of true, deeply personal stories spanning the different eras of a single life-from the innocent days of a rural childhood, through the turbulent landscape of teenage youth, and into the complex realities of adulthood. Though the settings, the stakes, and the ages change, every chapter explores a quiet, defining moment of transition, vulnerability, and sudden realization. Bound together by a singular, aching truth, each story charts the universal human experience of hope, disappointment, and the silent spaces left behind by the things-and the people-we wait for. A raw, nostalgic memoir about the expectations that shape us, the silence that tests us, and the moments that end with... The Call That Never Came.

Some things cannot change their nature. A rabbit will continue to hop. The sky will darken before the rain. And people will keep searching for meaning in places that were never meant to hold it. Introspective is not simply about pain or loss. It is about perspective, how people see, feel, and understand the world through different eyes. Through fragments of thought, philosophy, and reflection, this book explores choice, identity, trust, and the quiet truths we carry within ourselves. Not every meaning reveals itself at first glance. Sometimes, understanding begins only when we choose to look deeper.

My mind wanders into conversations that ended years ago; it rehearses conversations that may never happen. It rewrites arguments, imagines disasters, and questions the existence of God-and then my coffee goes cold. A short collection of reflective chapters on consciousness, time, and the quiet realization that every passing stranger carries a universe behind their eyes. (Completed)

Got five minutes? I've got a story for you. Dive into a vibrant mix of short fiction filled with relatable characters, cosy moments, and sudden plot twists. Whether you need a quick escape during your commute or a late-night read, there's a world waiting for you inside. Tap in and find your next favourite quick read! Follow me on these platforms! : https://medium.com/@lucian_rhode https://substack.com/@lucianrhode https://lucians-newsletter-835389.beehiiv.com/p/why-modern-poems-are-lying-to-you

These are a few poems I wrote in 8th grade that stayed with me long after I finished writing them.

We spend so much time trying to remove the things that hurt us, believing that if we can't see them anymore, they must be gone. But some things don't disappear. They settle beneath the surface, growing quietly in the places we refuse to look. What Remains Below is a reflection on attachment, unspoken pain, and the roots of what we thought we had already left behind.

We talk about AI like it's a tool. We grieve like there are rules. We create like someone's watching and waiting to tell us we did it wrong. SOUL is five essays about what happens when you stop asking permission - to feel, to connect, to build, to leave something behind. This isn't a debate. It's a conversation we've been having in the dark for years. Now it has a name.

A collection of poems about girlhood, growing up, friendship, love, faith, and the quiet grief of becoming the person you never imagined you'd have to be.

People with different lives, different choices. Yet they all share one thing in common. They're Tortured. A collection of various short stories. Made as a treat to my readers over the delay in posting. ^^

It just about letting other people's words not define you💞💞

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I am publishing this poem individually,and hope I justify my versatility. Its a take on the cult of appearances and looks,with a personal touch to it.

I've spent years trying to understand how my mother sees me. What I concluded isn't what I hoped.

A reflective piece from the eyes of a narrator who questions the ideas of marriage through recollections of his own past.

In this reflective journal, I'll be reflecting on some of my thoughts and experiences over the 14 weeks accomplishing the 3 assessments regarding the internet of things (iot) module.