Symbolic Stories

It's been six whole years since three heroic children saved Xadia and the human kingdoms. Six years since Aaravos died... Life should be peaceful... but it's anything but. Rayla and Callum are navigating love, duty, and a secret that could change everything. As old enemies stir and new challenges arise, every choice carries the risk of destroying all they've fought for-and all that matters. Can they face what's coming... together? Or will it all fall apart?

Aelira Thorne survived something the world never fully explained. Years later, she keeps a small, quiet life as a librarian, knowing her emotions shape water and that calm is the only thing keeping the past from repeating itself.

A short story about boy staying in his uncle house. after problem with his uncle, he went to meadow by his trumpet. but as he blow the trumpet, he met stars that talked to him. the stars followed him and the stars invited him to the surrealist, dreamlike world where the labyrinth shouldn't existed. inspiration from J.L Borges, M.C Esher illustration and the owl house character.

ACANDRAS awakens in a space that is neither sleep nor waking. Words exist, but speech does not. A voice speaks. A path begins. This is not a story of heroes or worlds, but of an essence in transit-a soul moving from the vastness of the universe toward birth. Along the way, each encounter, each threshold, will shape what must be learned once life begins. ACANDRAS is a speculative, symbolic tale about becoming human, about memory before memory, and about the invisible journey that precedes every life.

Featured on @WattpadPoetry reading lists 'Stygian Skies' and 'Fantasy Fields' Featured on @WattWitches reading list 'The Witching Hour' "Darkness shrouds the sky as the Wings of Night soar high..." The Wings of Night is a collection of sad, narrative, and symbolic poems. It covers the modern topics of today through an other-worldly perspective. If you want to fly through the darkness to see what our world looks like, ready your wings.

This is a story of me, of my heart, of someone who came into my life as my rose. My heart was an empty garden, gray, lifeless, barren until she came, a bright red rose that bloomed with colors I'd never seen. She was my light, my only bloom, bringing life to my desolate world. But gardens fade, and roses wither. A story of love, loss, and the echoes of what once grew, straight from a heart that feels too much. Will you walk through my empty garden with me?

In a world where every man carries a glowing purple bubble that measures his happiness, one man begins to question the cost of constant perfection. When despair grows, the bubble expands-and eventually consumes. Purple Blur is a haunting reflection on isolation, masculinity, and the price of silence. This Mental Health Awareness Month, let's look past the surface-level greetings and commit to a real, open dialogue. Mental health is a part of our shared humanity-it's not a weakness, it's not a secret, and it's certainly not something anyone should navigate in isolation. We all have days when the weight of the world feels too heavy. The key isn't to pretend those days don't happen, but to build a community where it's safe to say, "I need help." If that day is today for you, please know there are people ready to listen, right now: A suicide and crisis hotline: Available by phone or text. The Crisis Text Line: Text "HOME" to 741741 The National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) Helpline: Call 1-800-950-NAMI (6264) Let's use this month to be kinder to ourselves and more present for one another. A simple "how are you, really?" can make all the difference. Stay strong, stay connected, and never be afraid to reach out. Best, Mark-Anthony Mallinson

My perfect little world crumbles before me . Buildings tumble to the ground, and street lights hit the pavement with the sound of shattering glass. The tiny little fractures that slowly formed in the walls I lived within, the deteriorated state of the city around me, the anxious faces of the people that passed me . Things I refused to acknowledge , things I told myself were unimportant . But now I stand here in the midst of it, paralyzed , paying for my ignorance by watching everything disappear before my eyes . And all I can hear are screams, incredibly pained screams. But no one else is here . It's just me, and I'm all alone . I realize I'm the one screaming, and when I look around the world is not in pieces.

From the author: Raci is a very short poem-like story revolving around theme of "Racism" From the translator: Pointless attempts to fit in. Endless positive regard without a notice... Does it ever occur that not only does the individual's attitude shape the personality but also the way it is embraced and reacted to by others does? Raci has come to realize that, not without consequences. The poem reaches out to raise awareness of racism and intends to let one "feel" and "think" with the person by his side.

My poems....please don't try to copy ********** Devouring my hopes As I drown it its sorrows Shall it strangle me with ropes Or kill me with its bladed arrows I beg it for mercy But letting me be had a price I was at misery Never trusting it's lies As his lies always defies What you heard is true What we call 'It' is a person of he Never let it fool you For Every pain was caused by he

The world stops. You hesitate. But the true fire within refuses to die. Witness the rise of fuel, the whisper of patience, and the power of a soul that refuses surrender.

A girl who has quarreled with her lover, realizes that she is unable to keep her grudge because her love is too great

The God of Afterlife, Osiris, had appeared before me. The Sky, The Seas and the Land had melted into sand. All that I could see, was Osiris and the sand around me. And then he spoke, and he spoke to a perhaps foolish mortal.

No I don't plan on getting tattoos (yet) but i will and I do enjoy the art and the dedication that comes with the art it's self.

While on a vacation from her ballerina school, Ava, a young aspiring ballet dancer, returns to her family's home on a farm. There, she accidentally meets a mysterious farmer, hiding more than what meets the eye. He introduces her to a new lifestyle, one of admiring the beauty and simplicity of life. Can Ava adjust to the beauty or will her ambitions push her back to the city? Trying a complete change in her lifestyle, bonding over little details, facing the inevitability of an end to any lifestyle or change, what can she choose, suddenly stuck in a loophole of cruel realizations and evident futility? This is a symbolic reflective story that fits any place, any time, and every lost soul. Inspired by Terrance Malik Movie "Days of Heaven".

In a world where looks are ranked by numbers from 1-10, McKayla Edwards is part of a straight ten family. When the number imprinted on her forehead is revealed to not to be a ten, McKayla has to adjust to her new life, which is far from glamorous.

There are stories that don't scream- they hum, like background music in a half-empty room. Some days feel like static. Others, like a chorus stuck in your head. This is a collection of lives paused between beats. Not love stories. Not heartbreak ballads. Just the moments in between- where the quiet plays louder than anything else.

symbolic poem that tells of the wolfs majesty.