Soulstories Stories

🌾 Fragments of Me - Chapter 1: The Rice Wet with Mist Between past lives and memories that refuse to fade, a woman begins to remember... Without knowing exactly where the images come from, she relives emotions, scents, glances, and scars - as if her soul had left traces through time. Taken in silence, many women were never given a voice. This is the story of one who chose to remember. And to write. By Jangmi L.

Angels Among Us" is a raw, unfiltered journey through encounters that reveal unseen forces guiding and protecting us. From moments of vulnerability to revelations that pierce the soul, this poem explores grief, hope, resilience, and the whispers of the divine in everyday life. A tribute to unseen lessons, quiet guardians, and the power of connection, this is a story of surviving, seeing, and feeling beyond the ordinary.

A bit of a peculiar, bored witch that can enter the conciseness decides to play a little game on four wielders of weapons. A studious, brave girl who swigns around a scythe, a loud, ambitious boy who holds the enchanted sword, a refined though perfectionist boy and his pistols, and a sweet sensitive girl with her staff. How will the people affected by this switch deal with this? What made Monica do this in the first place? How will they change back? And how awkward will things get?

Hi, I'm iddhi - but in this space, I'm just a girl who writes what she couldn't say out loud. I write about heartbreak, soft love, messy boys, best friends, betrayal, and healing in silence. Some of these stories are mine. Some are what I wish I'd said. Some are fiction - but all of them feel real. I believe in writing with emotion, crying in private, and falling in love with fictional people who make you forget your ex. 💌 welcome to my universe - the iddhiverse. 📝 Genre: poetic heartbreak, slow-burn romance, soft girl diaries 📍 Vibe: emotional, sometimes chaotic, always real 🎀 Status: still healing. still writing

A raw, unfiltered glimpse into survival, rage, and humanity. Witnessing pain, shame, and struggle, this poem reflects the moments that reveal our true strength-the choice to endure, give, and feel deeply. A reflection on life, empathy, and the silent power of survival.

The collection of drabbles regarding my children meeting Ohkubo's!