Thought-provoking Stories

Ronan Sullivan never thought that his homework essay would land him in the Advanced English class. Now stuck with three girls and an adolescent mind, he attempts to navigate the treacherous, murky-filled life of a teenager while trying to be ordinary. Read. Vote. Comment. This novel is unlike anything you would read and I promise it just gets better. [Inspired by Oregairu] Trying to post as much as I can possible.

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

My mother loves me. She wakes at dawn to simmer silver ear mushroom soup. She knows every teacher's number by heart. She gave up her own dreams so I could play the piano. Everything she does, she does out of love. So when my right hand goes limp and dead, everyone says it's my fault. The doctors can't explain it. The teachers say I'm stressed. My classmates mimic me behind my back, like I'm putting on a show. And my mother just stares at me in silence, like I'm a doll she can't fix. But no one ever asked me - Do I even want this hand anymore? This is a story about love, control, and silence. About a girl who learns to say "no" to the world, with a hand that refuses to obey.

My debut Ln, in which the protagonist Satoshi Katsurou goes through a seemingly ordinary death. Expecting to be reincarnated in heaven, he ends up in an afterlife that is just as harsh as the real world. Waking up in the afterlife Katsurou finds himself in a world where Death actively performs compassion, a son racing to godhood, and a daughter who can perceive what seems to be infinite possibilities. The divine family carries the weight of the world they destroy and nurture simultaneously, a world that they could destroy should they be off by a mere milliseconds. This story isn't your typical power fantasy nor is it entirely polished, the first couple of chapters are a deterrent but the later chapters (90+) are what makes this story worth investing in!

a twinkle of unexpected joy

Every Monday at 9 a.m., the blog posts appear. Anonymous. Precise. Unforgiving. They tell stories no one dared to tell out loud-about abuse, desire, lies, loyalty, and the cost of staying quiet. And every Monday, someone's life cracks open. Set between present-day investigations and memories from one brutal summer, Monday 9 a.m. follows a group of teenagers and young adults whose lives are bound together by secrets they never agreed to share-but can no longer escape. At the center is Ayda: sharp, observant, too young to carry the weight she's been given, and stubborn enough to fight back anyway. Alongside her are NK, who learns that survival sometimes means leaving everything behind, and Nara, caught between love, motherhood, and the past she never fully chose. Then there's Julien-brilliant, reckless, loyal in all the wrong ways-and the question no one wants to ask: what happens when love grows inside a system that was never meant to protect you? As blog posts resurface old wounds, friendships fracture, relationships blur the line between safety and danger, and the law becomes both weapon and shield. Courtrooms replace classrooms. Silence becomes evidence. And truth-when it finally speaks-doesn't sound heroic. It sounds messy. Human. Unfinished.

Every Monday at 9 a.m., the blog posts appear. Anonymous. Precise. Unforgiving. They tell stories no one dared to tell out loud-about abuse, desire, lies, loyalty, and the cost of staying quiet. And every Monday, someone's life cracks open. Set between present-day investigations and memories from one brutal summer, Monday 9 a.m. follows a group of teenagers and young adults whose lives are bound together by secrets they never agreed to share-but can no longer escape. At the center is Ayda: sharp, observant, too young to carry the weight she's been given, and stubborn enough to fight back anyway. Alongside her are NK, who learns that survival sometimes means leaving everything behind, and Nara, caught between love, motherhood, and the past she never fully chose. Then there's Julien-brilliant, reckless, loyal in all the wrong ways-and the question no one wants to ask: what happens when love grows inside a system that was never meant to protect you? As blog posts resurface old wounds, friendships fracture, relationships blur the line between safety and danger, and the law becomes both weapon and shield. Courtrooms replace classrooms. Silence becomes evidence. And truth-when it finally speaks-doesn't sound heroic. It sounds messy. Human. Unfinished.

My second poems book! Ongoing! First book is: "Poems I wrote at night." Achievements: 20th out of 1.40k in #beauty 6th out of 1.38k in #tired Started: January 23rd, 2025 10:38am Ending: hopefully not soon

In Chapter 1 - Crossways, Tony spends the weekend with his sister and her family, and gets a late start for home Sunday night. Too tired to continue, he parks on the side of the road for a short nap. He wakes up too late to make it to work on time. But, as he'll soon discover, losing his job will be the least of his worries. Chapter 1 is less than 1,000 words. I'll add additional flash-fiction stories as I write them, each under 1,500 words. I hope you enjoy them, and I'd love to hear what you think. ~Simultaneously published on PoetrySoup and Royal Road.

There came a day when humanity had nothing left to discover. Every question answered, every mystery solved - until wonder itself had nowhere left to land. In the stillness of that finished world, one voice remembers what it felt like to want, not know. And she has to decide what she's willing to give up to get it back. The Forgotten and the Dawn is a myth for the far future - a quiet, aching story about knowledge, loss, and the price of curiosity, told across three chapters that ask what we'd sacrifice to feel wonder again.

A compilation of poems written by me in no specific order. DISCLAIMER: Some poems and/or topics may be too sensitive for certain audiences and/or children.

Collection of poems that I write in my spare time<3 A small portion of the poems apply to what I'm going through in the moment, most are just scenario situations or things my friends have told me that inspire me to write💗 Stared December 27 2016

What if the colour the world fears is the one that completes it? Black! The Missing Spectrum of the World is a symbolic poem that explores rejection, truth, identity, prejudice, and the irony of a world that searches for light while abandoning what makes it whole. Read with an open mind. Every line has a meaning beyond the surface. -Rofhan ✍🏿

Do I sing a song of six pence? Or write something that might make sense? Vent my frustrations, Or visit the imagination station? My anxiety may take control, Or a whimsical dream will take us for a stroll. Let us see... What shall it be?

Short stories and poems; a girl who wants to give up and stories she tells about her experiences with a broken mind...

After the devastating war; Laz and his little sister Olive became orphans. He vowed never to seek assylum, he believed that those who put up the assylum were the same people that created the war; so he escaped with his little sister from the camp. scampering around, eating from garbage to survive. The real struggle of a 12 years old boy and his 10 years old sister from a war ravaged society.

I make dedication poems to honor the people, things and events that inspires me to push forwards despite the struggles of life. May God be praise!

Poetry

A poem about deaths enemy.

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