Sadbeautiful Stories

Every word you'll read was meant for someone, but delivered to no one. These are the unsent letters-raw, vulnerable, and achingly human. collection of letters never sent, words never spoken, and feelings left unshared. These pages hold the weight of everything I couldn't say-yet somehow, they still needed to be written.

Juliette feels everything a little too deeply. Books are her escape, not for the stories, but for the feeling of disappearing into someone else's skin. She's twenty-one, caught in a haze of confusion and the quiet ache of wanting more from life but not knowing what more even looks like. Then there's Noah. A quiet classmate from her psychology lectures. Gentle, emotionally intelligent, and somehow always present without demanding space. Their connection begins in the stillness... A train ride, a shared silence, the safety of being seen without having to explain. But timing is cruel. And sometimes love doesn't arrive to stay, it arrives to show you who you are. 'almost us' is a slow-burning, heart-aching story about emotional intimacy, growing pains, and the kind of love that teaches you something even as it slips through your fingers.

Every morning, Clara wakes up in a different version of the past - but only on the days she didn't say goodbye. A voicemail she never sent. A moment she rushed through. A door she closed without turning back. She doesn't know why it's happening. She just knows it started after Theo Lin left - the boy she almost loved, the boy she never got to keep. As she jumps from memory to memory, Clara is given one last chance to say what she couldn't the first time. But some goodbyes change everything... ...and some were never meant to happen at all. > A poetic YA novel about grief, regret, and the quiet ways love finds its way back.

Love is a strange thing-it makes you shine, it makes you weak, it makes you break, and it makes you dream. These poems are pieces of falling-into love, into longing, into loss. Raw, honest, and unpolished, they carry the beauty and ache of emotions too big to hold in silence. This is not a guide to love, but a reflection of what it feels like to surrender to it.

Shen Yichen is the picture of discipline-cold, brilliant, respected. A successful journalist and poetry lecturer, his life is clean, structured, admired. But behind every carefully written line and every silent evening lies a name he never speaks. Years ago, in a quiet corner of his youth, there was a boy named Chen Hao. Gentle. Unnoticed. A poet who smiled softly and loved fiercely in silence. What began with a clumsy apology and a pair of fallen glasses became the kind of love that never demands attention-but never leaves, even when it must. As time unfolds, and life carries Yichen forward, he learns that some memories don't fade. Some promises aren't made with words. And some love stories continue long after the world stops watching. Still With Me is a quiet, devastating, and tender novel about the echoes of first love, the grief we carry without speaking, and the invisible thread that connects two souls-forever.

Dear you, This is not a story with perfect beginnings or happy endings. It's a mirror. A whisper. A scream. A silence. These are the pieces of me- The loud and the soft. The broken and the still breathing. If you've ever felt like you're falling apart while smiling... If you've ever been unheard, unseen, but still here... Then this is for you. A spoken word poetry collection in letters, echoes, and truths. Read. Feel. Heal.

Grief drips from the walls of her home, and silence hums a song only she can hear. Beneath the echo of a mother's death, something waits-something that never learned to rest.

They say God made this world, yet it's cruelty we taste more than kindness. Prayers only rise when pain does-and sometimes, even they return unanswered. She was born to a queen, heir to a bloodline of beauty and grace. A dazzling beauty, a mind sharp as blades, a soul untouched by darkness-until darkness found her. Not every war is fought with swords. Jealousy whispers. Greed smiles. And manipulation wears perfume. This is the journey of a girl turned legend, shattered not by fate, but by those who feared her flame. Because even royalty bleeds. Even suns fall. And sometimes, the most painful deaths are the ones where you're still breathing.

He wasn't supposed to matter. But he did - in quiet ways, in words he never said, in moments that still replay when I can't sleep. There was something about him - something that didn't belong to this world, or maybe something that belonged too much. We shared secrets we didn't understand. And maybe that's why they still haunt me. A story about the boy who knew too much, the girl who felt too deeply, and the truth that never learned how to stay hidden.

I woke Him. I fed Him. I watched Him write fates with my own feathers. He was a blind God with blood on His hands-and I loved Him. But when He asked me to write my own fate, I learned the truth. 💔 A tragic slow-burn between a divine prisoner and the God he created. 🖋 Fate, death, betrayal-and the cost of loving something you shouldn't have written.

Every time she wakes up, Maren Blake is one day further into the past. Time is unraveling. Memories are slipping. The people she loves are forgetting her - and she's starting to forget them too. But one boy remembers. Caleb Reyes, the quiet artist in her class, seems to know more than he says. As Maren's world moves backward, he becomes the only fixed point in her life - the only person who sees her, listens to her, stays with her. As the loop winds toward the day it all began, Maren must decide what she's willing to remember... and what she's willing to let go. A poetic, slow-burn YA romance about memory, grief, and the kind of love that doesn't need forever.

Life is something we find amusing because of how miserably it treats us, while small joys are planted. It makes us second-guess everything we do or did. Some live up to perfection in public eyes, but behind the walls, there is a person whose life hangs by a thread of hope. This is a daily or weekly collection of poems or prose created for people to relate to and know they're not the only ones in distress. - By hope

He's haunted by a girl who might not even remember his name. In dreams and memories, he clings to the thread of her voice-soft, distant, real. But what if love is just another kind of madness? A melancholic slow-burn told in obsessive prose. A boy unraveling. A girl slipping through time. A love that lingers-between dreams, memories, and messages left on seen.