Thelastpage Stories

Seraphine has always felt like a character in a story she never got to write; trapped in a plot that repeats the same heartbreak, the same loneliness, the same aching silence. No matter how hard she tries, the chapters of her life always end the same way: forgotten, unwanted, unseen. As the days blur together, she begins to wonder if her story was ever meant to have a tomorrow. Because if no one cares about the protagonist, does the ending even matter? Content Warning: This story explores sensitive themes, reader discretion is advised. - ongoing -

"If there was one thing I could tell my past self, it would be: To Hold On." - This statement plagued Izuku's mind. He was a loner. Far from anyone interesting. So, what was the point of holding on? What did he gain from simply...living? He was born quirkless in a society dependent upon them, something which angered his father. However, that anger wouldn't be allowed to fester for too long as the universe as a funny way of 'protecting' it's young and innocent. What path will Izuku take? What purpose does he have to hold on? Only time will tell. ----------------- Rankings: #504 - Depressed #7 - sadboy -----------------

A raw and unapologetic poem about survival, self-definition, and reclaiming the pen from those who tried to write your story for you. This piece speaks to scars, resilience, and the moment you stop being a side note - and become the headline.

A boy harbors secret feelings for his best friend, who loves someone else. Her diary reveals a surprising truth about his place in her heart. (This is just a short story^^)