Streamofconciousness Stories

Prose Poems, bold omens. We need not structure when spittin anti-poetry for poetic reasons.

"May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you." a collective entries written by a girl who thinks too much.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? And Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow. Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

The river has to burn to touch the sun.

ongoing poetry journal

A mind-bending journey through time and consciousness, Michelle and Her Quantum Cat follows Michelle as a mysterious cat guides her to Peter, a man living 60 years in the future. In a world of shifting dimensions and silent connections, they communicate beyond language and time, exploring the invisible bridges of the soul. A pure stream-of-consciousness novel about presence, longing, and self-discovery.

A short story depicting a person silenced or more dismissed from childhood which resulted in trauma and fear of rejection. As the time goes by it took the form of walls and stucked feelings and words that soon were normalised even forgotten. After a coincidence or more a question, something in that person starts to change.

One night I was having a lot of thoughts that I wanted to write down. I wrote them down. I am in a better place than the night that I wrote this. I hope that it will help others as it helped me.

A woman lives with a voice in her head, warm, jealous, and far too real. As the world rots around her, she can't tell if it's love, madness, or control humming beneath her skin.

Poems that are not quite poems, but close enough.

A home for the thoughts that arrive uninvited. Short essays, poetic prose, and sudden realizations.

A story about a neither happy nor unfortunate family on the moor. A immature contemplation and observation about the lives that strived for futile reconciliation with themselves, about people who seemed to have everything yet never owned anything, about the search of oneself as a teen.

"There is no one-not two, not three, To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains; I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass, In that forgotten moldy class." An Autofiction wrote in proficient form

A not so brief description of my friendships and my current thoughts on either them or life. Really, it's just random as fun.

The story reveals Violet's struggle to be a normal human as she is considered to be "uncaring and boorish" in her approach towards other humans. Anna, her only friend, was able to see the side of her which no one could see. The story unveils the experiences of Violet and Anna towards a destination which is still unsure. a

Sorry for those super invested in my one shots 😭 I was more focused on this. This is more a story for me rather than the world. It started as a curious brain and then one day I wrote a stream of consciousness on it. This is not intended to be super long and none of these names are real btw Enjoy 😊

A snippet of a life