Socialnorms Stories

In 1864, the Ottoman Empire is changing-but not fast enough for those who can see the cracks. When Anna Weiss, a disciplined German governess, arrives in Istanbul, she expects quiet work and careful anonymity. Instead, she finds herself in the household of a reformist bureaucrat where every word, every silence, carries weight. Tasked with educating a sharp and willful young girl, Anna must navigate a world of veils, unspoken rules, and watchful eyes. But it is not the household that unsettles her most. It is Salih Bey-a soldier shaped by duty, restraint, and a mind that refuses the limits placed upon him. He was trained to command, not to question. She was taught to observe, not to belong. Between them lies a fragile distance-of language, faith, and empire. But in a city balanced between tradition and transformation, even the most careful lives can collide. And when they do- what is written in ink may not withstand what is forged in iron. --- Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. While I have made every effort to maintain historical accuracy, certain aspects of the time period, cultural practices, and events have been adapted, altered, or dramatized for the sake of storytelling. This novel does not claim to be a precise historical record but rather a work that blends historical elements with fiction to create an engaging narrative. Ilgin Marel, 2026

The absence of color does not mean darkness, it's an avenue to ascertain a brighter light

Highest Rank: #18 in poetry (02/21/17) "here I stand, void of thoughts and feelings, annihilated, mind, body and soul" Previously: Human Norms Previous Cover by: @TrinityAndBeyond

Mystra is a organimal living in a land named Theall. Everyone in that land has a special gift. From flying things to creating things out of nowhere, from shapeshifters to zombies, everything exists in Theall. Theall is full of good and evil. No one can guess what resides in the heart. With myths, conventions and societal norms Theall exist. Rights and Awayland are where extremists live. These are people who have defined their life. Rights are people who live by their rules and Awayland is a place where people who hate rules live. Mystra tries to fit into the places and with the people around her. With her hunt to find her true identity, Mystra leads her life in the land of Theall, waiting for the day that will changes her, her life by giving her a goal.

After Ella gets sent to summer camp for summer she quickly learns where it got the nickname "Camp Virgin"

Presumption is believing something to be true based on it's probability of occurrence. Now something might not ever happen, its possibility maybe closer to none but a person would presume it to be true. Similar is Shanzay Ibad, A bright intelligent mind who has only negative presumptions about life. Her insecurities gets the best of her and she can only think of worst things happening to her. Maybe it's her tragic past that haunts her or her lack of trust on people and everything around her. Total Opposite in nature, Azlaan Murtaza; intelligent, lively, optimistic, who never let negative thoughts gets the best of him. He believes in the beauty of life and is never afraid to face the challenges. He sees everything in positive light. But is he really so positive and optimistic as he seems to be or is there something more to him than he shows? Follow this journey of Shanzay and Azlaan, how faith crosses their paths. What has destiny in store for them. A relatable story of laughter, tragedy, drama and suspense.

I was feeling a bit down so I just kinda wrote what was in my head and it turned out to be some kind of poem Pls don't take any of the written serious, this was just my mentally ill brain speaking...

"The mirror scattered on the ground The broken pieces reflecting the broken me .. However hard i tried i failed Failed to fit myself in.. Picking a broken piece i thought Maybe this was my end.... " Ladies and gentleman, if your looking for a damsel in distress looking for a prince charming then u are at a wrong place. This story is of a girl facing anorexia, a mentel illness. After trying and failing in the art of fitting into the expectations of the people, she finally decides to live for herself. Fighting bullying, obesity and heartbreak... she learns how to love herself. This story is not about a survivor but a Fighter.

When one boy is in a room for his whole life. What would happen if he gets out? How will he learn the societal norms?

My opinions and beliefs and personal stories Please enjoy :)

A poem. Do Not Tell Them Where You Live is about shame, identity, societal pressures, and expectations. Above all, it is I hope, the very start of breaking free.

In a quaint cottage in the Victorian countryside, Rosemary Constance, known as Rosy, lives as the ward of her godfather, Lord Lister. At twenty-two, she finds herself under pressure to marry a wealthy gentleman, as dictated by her godfather. However, Rosy yearns for a different fate. When she receives a letter summoning her to Lister's London mansion to meet a suitable suitor, she hopes for an opportunity to escape her impending engagement.

They look like you. They talk like you. They eat, sleep, walk and live like you. So what makes them so different? Nothing.

Society seemed to make all the rules. unspoken laws that everyone followed. failure to do so lead to the social equivalent of a painful death. In the eyes of Alexandré, disobedience to the unseen rulers of life was not an option. As far as Jasminya is concerned, rebelling against them is a way of life ... As in, the only way for someone to truly live.

Look at the world from eyes of a monster. From eyes of the monster that the world created. That the people created. And that the society unlocked from the soul of a human. Best: #284 in poetry (April 22nd) (2018)

Two men bound by routine and invention find, for a brief moment, a shared rhythm-until the fragile machinery of life falters, leaving one haunted by the echo of what might have been.