Solitude Stories

Ten years ago, Jay Walker was banished by his own team for a crime he never committed. Betrayed and broken, he lost all hope and vanished into The Desert of Doom. Now, after a decade in solitude, fate grants him a second chance: a new world, new path, new people, new villains, and new trials that will test him in ways he never imagined. But scars don't always fade... what will happen when the past catches up... and Jay is forced to face Ninjago again?

I've gotten into Skyrim RP, mostly Ziggy on Twitch and I've been writing some little oneshot/blurbs. This is just the collection of them.

Poems and prose that stays with you. Collection of words that resonates with you.

Kay est une assassin pyrokinésiste. Elle est missionnée pour assassiner un membre éminent de la royauté rivale par sa guilde, la Plume. Mais quand elle rencontre un certain prince, sa vieille malédiction refait surface... Elle ne peut plus faire marche arrière : elle doit par tous les moyens possible la briser. Mais en sera-t-elle capable seule ? Et sinon, qui pourra la soutenir sans fuir ?

Hoping you'll never find my poems

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

poems about songs I hear, movies I watch, people I meet, things I imagine.

A great love story, pure and beautiful. But everything has an expiration date. Everything comes to an end one day. Are you ready to experience something beautiful, knowing that everything will end one day?

I was bored, so just give me some requests on what to write and stuff b:

"The Autumn of Life" is a deeply moving, introspective prose piece that explores the profound intersections of grief, solitude, and renewal. Through the evocative imagery of a weathered shed window, a forgotten garden gnome, and a majestic, fading oak tree, the narrator navigates the silent weight of depression and isolation. The story reflects on the lingering memory of a grandfather, whose past advice to "fly" from loneliness contrasts sharply with the narrator's reality of feeling caught by it before even learning to crawl. Moving from a place of painful resistance and emotional exhaustion to a quiet, hard-won surrender, the narrative ultimately shifts its gaze from the tragedy of decay to the silent promise of rebirth. It is a poignant meditation on the hidden strength found in vulnerability, the inevitable cycles of existence, and the quiet realization that even the heaviest autumn carries the hidden seeds of spring.

the lost ideas I never fleshed out because why not, I have no shame anymore. I WAS LIKE 14 WHEN I WROTE ALL THIS NO BULLIES

𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. ❞ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 @𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ("Narrative Poetry" & "Free Verse") - 14/4/2025 & 31/7/2024 @𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 ("Shorts & Poems") - 14/4/2025 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ("Poetic Marvels") - 1/4/2022 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ("Cappuccino") - 6/4/2022 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Blossom Awards, 2023 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Borderverse Awards, 2022 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - #𝟏𝟗 𝐢𝐧 #𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Copyright © 2026 FeistyWarriorMiracle All Rights Reserved® To the rest of the world, she is just a ghost in a crowded room. For years, the words have trapped themselves inside her throat. She grew up in a house where silence was the only acceptable option and where her family constantly made her feel that speaking up was a mistake. Over time, she learned to hide her voice just to stay under the radar. Now, the anxiety has tightened its grip, leaving her with nothing but a silent echo of the thoughts she is too afraid to say out loud. She thought keeping quiet was the only way to keep the peace. But stepping away from her family's rules means learning to survive on her own. Alone in her own space, away from the expectations that silenced her, she begins the slow process of unlearning everything they taught her. In the quiet of her own company, she must find a way to overcome her selective mutism and realize that her voice actually matters. A Note on Well-Being:Before you begin, please know that this book deals with anxiety, selective mutism and recovering from PAST emotional family abuse. While the story focuses entirely on healing and independence-and will absolutely NOT contain any graphic or explicit descriptions of abuse-your peace of mind comes first. If these themes are still triggering for you, I highly recommend you don't read this story. Please take care of yourself!

Alex and vee, a bond so close being away from each other felt painful, but attachment grow hard to let go of when the one person you loved and cared for leaves your life. Alex is left in a void that feels too hard to escape, as voices in his mind call out to him. and yet again the cycle begins again, is he destined to be like this forever ?

Cynthia Estelle Fernandez struggles in life - poverty, grief, loss, financial instability, trauma, and unending responsibilities burden her. Her dreams slowly fall apart and seem unreachable. Through trials and storms, she finds the man who strengthens her... Caelus Cromwell, who brings meaning back into her life.

The Life of Maria Callas traces the astonishing journey of one of the greatest sopranos of the 20th century - from her birth in Manhattan in 1923 to her untimely death in Paris in 1977. This sweeping narrative follows Callas' transformation from an ambitious, unpolished young girl in war-torn Greece into an artist who would redefine opera with her electrifying voice, fierce intelligence, and uncompromising standards. The book focuses on her artistic path: the grueling study, her early triumphs in Athens and Verona, her meteoric rise on the world's most prestigious stages, and her legendary collaborations with maestros like Tullio Serafin. It explores the relentless ambition that drove her to reject roles she deemed unworthy, even at the cost of income or favor, and her vision of herself as more than just a singer - as a complete dramatic artist. Yet behind the public acclaim lies the private woman: navigating conflicts with her mother Evangelia, her complicated marriage to industrialist Battista Meneghini, the manipulations of managers and opera house directors, and her often-lonely struggle for autonomy in an industry dominated by powerful men. Friends, rivals, and mentors appear - some loyal, some treacherous - as Callas learns to balance brilliance with vulnerability. This biography paints a vivid portrait of Maria Callas not as myth, but as a woman of extraordinary discipline and courage, whose personal sacrifices were as great as her triumphs. From her Manhattan birth to her Parisian exile, from ovations at La Scala and the Met to the solitude of her final years, it is the story of an artist who dared to live - and sing - on her own terms.

Hi people!! Ummm so.. I know the title seems offensive b-but don't get me wrong. I love bl just look at my bio for example! I probably should explain before I get backlash from other fujoshis haha🥲 hah. So the title "No More BL" means for my story is about my character Fu Cujo he's a guy that has terrible luck in romance ever since he was a kid, probably because he doesn't feel like relationships are important, but he is good at everything else...well kinda. He is not much of a social butterfly because of his straightforwardness, tone-deafness, bluntness, and speaks without a filter, saying whatever pops into his head unfiltered. He's a loner just like me, but without the social skills. He likes being by himself, but he gets frustrated because everybody won't just leave him alone, he doesn't want all this attention, their like bees ( well he would consider them flies) to honey, especially guys he noticed. He discovers the universe he is in, is where almost all the men effortlessly fall in love with each other just like in BL mangas. Desperate to keep his quiet loner life in a world where everyone around him is falling in love. He frantically studies and dodges classic BL romance tropes to avoid falling for the men around him, or for them to fall in love with him... So come along, and watch how our guy Fu Cujo an asocial, navigates this gregarious society in Japan, while this world tries to push Fu Cujo into joining this sociable and BL ruling world, will he not comply to it, and will fight for his solitude! Or will he be defeated!? His motto " I'm not bored when I'm alone, but I'm bored, when I'm with the wrong people".

I was a girl who loved stars

Cassandra Clover has always existed in the quiet spaces between introversion and extroversion-soft-spoken, thoughtful, her rare beauty inherited from dark-skinned parents who raised her to lead with kindness. She's the friend everyone wants but few truly know, someone who overthinks every word yet still gives herself away too freely. She's learned to protect her vulnerabilities, building walls just high enough to feel safe. Then she meets Cardan Wilson. There's something about him that stops her cold. His eyes that he covers with a hood, which she never should have seen-deep and swirling, as if crafted with deliberate care-seem to hold secrets she desperately wants to uncover. He hides beneath hoods and silence, his voice a low, peculiar cadence that makes her want to confess things she's never told anyone. He's magnetic in his mystery, unsettling in his distance, and she can't look away. Cassie has never felt this pull before-this need to understand someone who seems determined to remain unknown. Cardan is a puzzle she didn't ask for but can't ignore, and the more she reaches for him, the more she realizes he might be reaching back. In a story about two people who see something in each other the world has overlooked, Cassie will learn that sometimes the most dangerous thing you can do is let someone in-and sometimes, it's the only way to truly live.

"Funny how neither of us had asked for a place in the other's world. Yet somewhere between rusted railings, unfinished melodies, and a wall that was never crossed, we had become part of it anyway."