Thoughtprovoking Stories

Burakkuhōru Tamashī Tensei: Kyōju no Tamashī ga Isekai ni Suikomareru, a captivating fantastical world filled with magic, danger, and new beginnings. Follow his thrilling journey as he he navigates through epic battles, discovers ancient secrets, and faces powerful adversaries in his quest to understand his new destiny.

"Every scar is an artifact. Every secret is a masterpiece." Welcome to a gallery unlike any other. There are no velvet ropes here, and the lighting is adjusted for the shadows. The Architecture Of A Ghost is a collection of poetry exploring the architecture of a human life-from the dusty foundations of childhood to the unfinished wings of the future. Walk through the Hall of Mirrors, sit in the Gallery of Scars, and listen to the audio guide of a heart trying to find its rhythm. This isn't just my story; it's a map of how we all become the curators of our own survival.

thoughts deep and sad

This is a Fanfic of the webtoon story Unordinary. Begins after Remi and John's argument. Showcasing the worst possible outcome that could of occurred if the characters chose to interpret things differently in an important part of the story. The characters, or story does not belong to me. All rights go to Uru-Chan for the story "Unordinary". Please check it out https://www.webtoons.com/en/super-hero/unordinary/list?title_no=679 (Not meant for sensitive people.) Updates every Tuesday and Friday. The original name was "The beginning of the End" but I changed it to "Irreparable". Haitus until quality goes up again. Last chapter was horrendous and would rather wait than post a quantity of horrible chapters.

A book of poems.

Ayda is back in her home town after 5 years and fog of troubles is around her, like always. She connects with her old school-mates like back in good old days, the beautiful times that never existed. One of them starts to post their old high school essays for all town to read. Secret after secret is exposed, one darker then another. What is Ayda hiding and why she doesn't want to talk about her summer? Why would someone expose all secrets in a little shitty city? What do they gain and what Ayda has to do with it? *** Ayda Aydnik has simple task in front of her: spend 1 school year back in her home town in her new high-paying job at her old high school. Then she can leave with all the money and never ever look back. Of course, she has to stay the fuck out of the trouble and this is simpler says then done. First day of new school year, one of The Chosen 16, starts to posting old school essays for all town to read. Beside of Ayda, The Chosen 16 include pretty much anybody she ever loved or hate: her sister, her cousin, her ex-bf, frenemy and even her bully target. All of them has reasons, one better then another. All of them has secrets, one darker than others. Whose life is shittier than lives of everybody else? What do you gain from ruthlessly exposing secrets of your enemies? Most importantly of all, what are others hiding? Ayda has many secrets, but her summer is the biggest secret of them all. Can she hunt down the publisher and keep her story hidden forever or will she fail and whole town will know her secrets? Time is running down and with each of her secret exposed, her soul bleeds more and more and she is becoming more and more determined to track down the publisher. Ayda is going to have one hell of academic year in front of her.

Sure, mindfulness sounds great when life is good and things are going your way. But what about when your life stinks? Mindfulness can be great then too. You just need to know a few things. That's what I hope to break down here because preaching to the choir gets old. These things have helped me a great deal and I hope they help you too.

A collection of everyday quotes & short poems; some old, some new. Hope you enjoy.

A compilation of my poetries and proses about love, life and everything in between. Jannah

A collection of my inferior works. But the beginning of displaying my dysfunction at the moment. This collection details how I am navigating my present with a newfound awareness of my past traumas and grief. Theres love and lost. Happiness and darkness. This is completed for now but maybe i'll come back to it.

A short bit of truth

I like to wonder why the present is the way it is. Why are we like this? Could things have been different? And how might the future be improved? In this space, I let my mind and my keys wander, exploring questions I find interesting and thought‑provoking. Why do we have to die? Is technology a good thing? How did life begin? I certainly don't have the answers. What I offer instead is a personal view, grounded in current scientific thinking, spiced with a few touches of imagination, and possibilities.

There is another dimension beyond that which is known to fictional characters. A collection of short stories, poems, snippets, vignettes, and everything else that crosses my mind and has no place in my current publications, or is waiting in the wings to find its forever home. Here is either where ideas are born, or where they go to die. We will be cruising at an altitude of morally dubious. The time is lost. The weather is sarcastic with a high chance of misdirection. Please, sit back, fasten your seatbelts, and enjoy the ride. Just know, there will be turbulence, and there is a shortage of chairs.

Have you ever been in a situation where you worked so hard to achieve something, but when you finally got it, the weight of success had already taken away its spark? The protagonist of this story finds herself in a similar situation. What will she do next?

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

Lost on an unknown planet, no way back home. Just one's thoughts, one's emotions and feelings, one's survival...

There are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter A little cleaner A little straighter My rhymes can be wonky and my syllables can be wack, but I feel better And that's that. You might say that these poems Translate my thoughts in a more beautiful way. All original works.

poems, rants, stories, quotes, playlists.

We like to believe that danger is obvious. That it stands out. That it warns us. That we would see it coming. But what if it doesn't? The Shape of What We Overlook is not just a look at ten infamous serial killers-it is an exploration of what allowed them to exist. Through cases like Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, and others, this book moves beyond the surface of crime and into something deeper: The environments that shaped them. The systems that failed. The moments that were missed. This is not a story about monsters. It is a reflection on something far more unsettling... How ordinary things can conceal extraordinary harm. Because what we overlook... Doesn't disappear. It takes shape.

Here I will be documenting all the writings that I create during the 30 day period mentioned on my Youtube channel. If you like poetry then maybe you would like to give this a read.