Reflective Stories

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 is my first ever reflective essay talking about the fragile line between longing for love and fearing the damage it leaves behind. A perspective of a teenager raised in a toxic household, questioning whether romance is something real or just a beautifully written illusion, and how i think their first love experience would go.

Some crossings are not journeys - they are decisions you can never undo. When unease begins to ripple through Pearl City, Mei Lin moves her family to the Royal Kingdom, believing it will offer stability, fairness, and opportunity. She tells herself it is only a bridge between two lives. But the bridge she steps onto is made of paper. Fragile. Silent. One way. Behind her, ageing parents continue their days without her, their presence slowly reduced to phone calls and distant memories. Ahead, her children grow roots in unfamiliar soil, speaking of the future in a language of belonging she herself never fully acquires. Work brings its own disillusionments. The new home offers safety, yet never quite feels secure; the old home remains emotionally close, yet increasingly unreachable. Years later, another truth begins to surface: she did not only leave her parents behind. One day, she may also find herself separated from her children, whose idea of "home" no longer includes the city she once called hers. Migration, she learns, is not simply relocation. It is a slow reshaping of identity, family, and time itself. Paper Bridge is a quiet literary novel about departure, generational distance, resilience, and the invisible cost of choosing a future that can never fully replace the past.

i write poems sometimes in a while . hope so you guys like it

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

These poems are for anyone who has felt shattered, lost, or on the edge of transformation. They are whispers to remind you that even in breaking, there is becoming.

This is the story of a mature woman confronted by a truth she can no longer ignore. A moment that does not break her, but grounds her. One that exposes old patterns, unspoken taboos, and the quiet choices society expects her to make. As emotions deepen and boundaries blur, she must decide whether growth comes from retreat--or from staying, and daring to try.

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

One wrong bus ride shouldn't change anything. But on a quiet winter night, far from the city lights, it leaves him stranded somewhere he's never heard of-where the roads disappear into darkness and the last ride home is already gone. The only way forward is deeper into the night. On a train cutting through falling snow, he meets a girl from a village so small most people don't even know it exists. What begins as a simple conversation between strangers slowly becomes something else-an exchange of stories, regrets, and the quiet truths people rarely say out loud. Between missed stops and midnight stations, two lives briefly intersect. Some journeys begin with a plan. Others begin by getting lost.

Years after leaving Guwahati to build a life abroad, Kavya returns to the city for a friend's wedding. Amid the celebration, she unexpectedly meets Arjun - her closest companion from school and college, someone who had once been an inseparable part of her everyday life. Their brief reunion stirs memories of a friendship that had once felt effortless and irreplaceable. What begins as a simple meeting between old friends gradually turns into a quiet moment of introspection about timing, missed realizations, and the complicated ways people grow apart while still carrying pieces of one another within them.

When a town begins to fracture without warning, the ground beneath the ordinary starts to thin. Told through poetry, this is a journey of collapse, wilderness, and quiet becoming - tracing the path from smoke and narrow walls to river, mountain, and a slowly built heaven.

In spring it blossoms, but in winter it really thrives, as cold as the mountain top, and as beautiful from the view at the top. It was as green as grass. But bluer than skies. When the leaves were carried by the wind, when flowers bloom slowly again, when rain made a soft but true melody, or when snow was full of memories. Is when the lotus appears, born from dirt and mud, but somehow springs up to grow as a beautiful flower. Loved by all, but themselve. The lotus can smile, but are they really happy? The lotus can cry, but are they really sad? The lotus can feel nothing, but aren't they just feeling too much? Between Hope and Reality is an ongoing journey through thoughts, emotions, and quiet truths. Blending reflection with personal honesty, each chapter explores themes of loneliness, hope, healing, and what it means to simply be human. This is not a finished story-new chapters will continue to unfold, piece by piece, as life does. It's for anyone who's ever felt out of place, dreamed of something more, or fought to keep going when it would've been easier to stop. Each entry is written with care, from the heart. Thank you for walking this path with me-one chapter at a time. (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)

Nor Writings Authority, or known by its abbreviation, NWA, is the organization tasked to rewrite everything necessary to be rewritten-erroneous spellings, blurbs, synopses, , and above all, the pages of history. They have the power to officially rewrite anything, and their rewritten works have the most influence and following, and also has the best ones ever created. Meanwhile, Paul Winston is a kind, smart, and athletic high school student-on the outside. In work, while he thinks that his attitude is never any different, the reality is it is the complete opposite-He is rude, pretentious, and above all, boastful. Many people do not like the way he does things and have told him to restrain all of these tendencies behind. He might try his best to cope up with their expectations, but, there are really things that happen, even if he does not want to. Demoted!!! tells about the story of a man, creating lots of reflective essays who gets estranged from the group that he thought was the best place for him, to his way of rejoining it, redeeming what was once lost from him. However, in the face of these nasty predicaments, will he really be able to?

i have a lot of feelings and dump them here

Dive into the World of "Moonlit Protectors": Poems by Lew Corbett Unleash your imagination and explore the depths of your heart with "Moonlit Protectors," a captivating collection of poems by Lew Corbett. Within these pages, you'll find a kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences expressed through the vibrant lens of poetry. Embrace Your Uniqueness: "Moonlit Protectors" delves into the complexities of Asperger's syndrome and non-binary identity. You'll find poems that explore the challenges and triumphs of navigating these aspects of yourself, offering a voice to those who may feel unseen. A World of Wonder: Travel the globe and delve into fantastical realms with poems inspired by your love for anime and the thrill of exploration. Let your imagination soar with vivid imagery and captivating tales. The Beauty of the Everyday: "Moonlit Protectors" doesn't shy away from the simple yet profound moments in life. You'll find poems that capture the essence of everyday experiences, transforming them into beautiful verses. This collection is more than just words on a page; it's a portal to a world where vulnerability meets strength, and self-expression reigns supreme. Are you ready to embark on this moonlit journey of self-discovery?

Songs of a Blackbird is a collection of poetry by Jerome Burch. The collection is a reflection of his early life. It explores the themes of colourism, love, life and death as it serves as an inspiration for persons suffering the same situations.

This is a book of poetry I started writing about a year ago, I've written poetry since I was 14 (53 now) but this is all new material unique to this title. The title is meant to be slightly ironic, despite the fact that a few poems that directly deal with the alienation that the title promotes, I have some sentimental poems about my daughters, wife, sister, mother and the memory of my dad. I have some that might be a little humorous as well.

Verses for the tender and the tired

My poetry is who I am. Each verse is a reflection of my true feelings , itching to break free. This is mine, don't copy it.

This is just a short story that I wrote. I worked really hard on it. So... be kind? Thanks :) Sometimes looking back on your life reveals a story that you didn't think had been told.