Softsad Stories

This is not a love story in the traditional sense. It is a story about almosts - about the kind of connection that never quite lands, yet leaves a permanent imprint. About sweetness that arrives without warning, longing that grows without permission, and a heart that learns, slowly and painfully, the difference between being wanted and being chosen. At its core, this novel is about waiting - and what waiting does to a person. How it sharpens desire, distorts reality, and teaches hard lessons about self-worth, boundaries, and the quiet courage it takes to let go. The man in this story has no name. He is not meant to be one person, but many - a symbol of the ones who come into our lives briefly, intensely, and leave us changed. This is Amira's story.

How else could I breathe properly, if not by lifting my pen and letting myself feel alive?

if you want me to write something I do request just lmk:]* Wildflowers Over the Tall Field of Grass is a collection of poems, thoughts, and emotions that weave together in different shapes and forms. It's about beauty growing over what already exists - delicate feelings layered across wide, open fields. new poems weekly. The title is one of my favorite metaphors I've ever written. It can be interpreted in many ways: strength and softness, contrast and coexistence, what stands out and what quietly holds everything together. Take in every word slowly. Let it mean whatever it needs to mean to you. Happy reading. 🌾

Loving You in Drafts is a collection of poems written in pauses- in almosts, unsent thoughts, and feelings that never found the right moment. These poems aren't about love that arrived. They're about love that stayed unfinished, about caring quietly, choosing honesty over certainty, and learning that sometimes timing hurts more than truth. Written for anyone who loved deeply, but had to leave their feelings in drafts.

What I Saw is a collection of poems about love, loss, silence, and the small moments that stay with us. These pieces move through quiet rooms, busy streets, and the spaces in between, noticing how people connect, how they miss one another, and how meaning can be found in the things we almost say. This book isn't about having answers - it's about paying attention. This is what I saw.

They didn't stop loving each other all at once Elena and Julian learned something more dangerous instead-how to live without asking, without arguing, without needing answers. Their love didn't end with slammed doors or broken glass. It ended with politeness. With restraint. With silence practiced so well it felt like peace This is a story about the quiet kind of heartbreak. The kind that preserves the house, pays the bills, smiles in public-and empties everything that matters.

A collection of high school short stories inspired by the songs I scream into my pillows.

Micro poetry for those who only recognize the weight of a moment when they're in it. For the candle never lit. For the stage with no audience. For those who only feel the weight of sadness when it finally arrives. These poems live in the moments between thought. an on going project

I woke up in my own story?! Turns out it's my own wishful online journal from middle school. My entry for the #witw contest 1080 words.

Grey is hopelessly in love with Leo, his childhood best friend-who only calls when he needs something. Leo is charming, toxic, and maybe a little too good at pretending he doesn't care. Then comes Sky, the new boy with a golden heart, who says "good luck" like a promise. 🌊 Love triangle 🍬 Cute chaos 📓 And a heart wrenching story A story about outgrowing people, falling unexpectedly, and learning that sometimes, love feels like letting go.

"Some people stay in your memory. Others redraw it." For a lonely college student, she was an impossible dream - a girl he met in a café that smelled like burnt espresso and forgotten songs. A mysterious artist who sketched windows to nowhere and never gave him her name. He was falling for someone who already felt like a memory. Then their story shattered - because the next time they met, she swore it was their first. Now he's caught in a quiet war with his own mind. The moments they shared - the conversations, the silence, the feeling - are all contradicted by the strange, impossible sketches she leaves behind. Sketches that feel more vivid than his memories. Sketches that know things they shouldn't. And in a story that keeps redrawing itself... what happens when you're the one being erased?

A hospice nurse is faced with a dying patient's final wish-one that forces her to confront a part of her past she thought she had buried for good. Last Request explores quiet grief, healing, and the enduring pull of music.

"The Letters I Never Sent: Unsent, Unspoken" is a home for words that were never spoken and letters that were never sent. It carries the weight of feelings kept in silence-the love, longing, regret, and truths we were too afraid or too late to share. Some hearts know how to speak; others learn to endure quietly. This book gives voice to those silent hearts, turning unsent letters into shared memories and unspoken emotions into something finally felt.

She loved him quietly. He loved her only when no one was watching. When he chose the crowd, she chose herself. They were never in love the same way. For Celia Bennett, love is quiet-shared rooms, soft conversations, and waiting without asking. For Jeremy Calder, love is reflection-finding himself in someone else's loneliness. When their fragile world collapses under social pressure and silence, only one of them learns how to move on. A melancholic story about being chosen only when it's convenient-and the strength it takes to walk away unseen. Author's Note: This story is inspired by the emotional themes of "Reflections" by The Neighbourhood. All characters, events, and interpretations are original and fictional.

This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has presence in their current life. A person whom is a " rising sun to another." But a dawning moon , aimlessly chasing the stars who can only be a " vivid dream." That cannot be in the realm of reality. The Moon who is gorgeous but constantly longs, for what is out of reach. And forgets its own beauty, throughout the process. Sincerely yours , I present to you ladies and gentleman 🩷 ( if you believe my effort is worthy of being noticed by the eye of the precious) please support my pieaces who which, I wrote with my whole entire heart and soul , in desperate effort for a difference, that my words are bound to make..