Unanswered Stories

A personal and introspective journey into the mind of a writer who questions everything around him, including himself. Through thoughts about identity, personality, and the weight of unanswered questions, the book explores what it means to live with a restless mind that never stops searching for meaning, even when the answers are hard to find.

An ordinary girl, live her life full of good and bad, both indoor and outdoor. She crave for longingness, love, freedom, peace, comfort and acceptance. She didn't received them in real life off the hook, it was transactional and it was a burden. But later on she experience it, in a different way, in a different world perhaps or the world she unconsciously created. Who knows?

This may or may not be understood, Well if you want to try a different DIMENSION 🕳️🌑, get a flow by imaging yourself ✅, something that most people don't get easily :)... To get it best : 👉Have patience 👉Try to connect 👉Any how complete what you started This is all about : 🧤An unanswered question (?) 🧤Something can't be proved... 🧤Have a try... 👍You won't get disappointed

How can cases just simply seem like the past and become nothing but a cold case?

A poem exploring the inner turmoil of a child facing immense parental pressure to succeed, and the fear and anxiety that accompany those expectations.

What happens when you meet a boy, and you immediately can't stop thinking about him? What happens when you are sure he's the one? What happens when he doesn't give a shit about you? What happens when he's your Romeo, but you're not his Juliet? • this is not a lovestory. it's a story about love.

Highest Ranking #1 "I did everything Meli still I can't find my sleep, don't you think it's weird"he asked smugly. "And I love to do things, unexpected than expected"he said, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. "It's show that I'm not DM but you're the one who was strongly dirty minded 'SDM' Aden" "Unexceptional"he stood and packed his things. "Are you leaving?"I asked, disappointment clear in my voice. "Yes, but don't be disappointed because it's just the description tomorrow you'll be treated with the first chapter of us "with that he left.

A Journal of a 'GOD' who reincarnates chosen people for his entertainment. This is a prequal to all my other stories Finished As of 23:44 Hungarian (Europe) timezone, 2024. may. 1. Wed. English isn't My first language and where I am form they teach both America and british english and I use an autocorrect that is hunagrian so if there are some confusion or grammatic error know that... I probaly wont fix it but maybe Also This was written on phone As of 2024 Aug. 20. Tuesday 2:38 AM in the morning after pulling an all nighter following months of procrastination I have officially finished the re-write. Still on phone...

Sometimes we pray to what we believe will answer us. Sometimes we put all our trust, hope and faith in our believe with no doubt and sometimes we are left broken with no hope for amendment, we are left in pain with no reason for our suffering, we are left unanswered with no assurance for change. This poem shows the struggle of praying with faith despite the trials, hoping for answers while in severe pain and the damage delay causes.

A young woman continually has this repetitive dream since she was a little girl. She needs to figure out why, but when she does, her perspective of everything is changed.

This is a short story about a guy named Matt who seems to be in some kind of therapy session when an alarm suddenly goes off in his head telling him to get out.

What happens when you die? What happens when you live? What if you weren't doing either of those? Maybe I am doing one of the 2? Maybe not? How am I suppose to know anything when, whenever I even just think about it, pain just rush through my whole body? (This is a story i wanted to write down for a long time. I just hope you like it. Also, the cover is an art I found on tumblr a long time ago, I do not remember who the artist is, but if you ask nicely, I'll try to find it.)

A Princess kept loving and living for the people who she was told were hers. When she was claimed to be loved by a prince, she was forced to go through a plan by the ministers for the sake of her loved ones and the kingdom's people.

Story of a common girl who is new in this toxic world.. Maybe you can relate and give some advice as well..

ON HOLD!!!!--- Have you ever felt as if you've lost all hope of living...Have you ever felt as if someone or something is painfully, and carelessly sucking the life out of you, every second of your sad little existence...It's dark, it's painful, & it's lonely in here...We have been here for who knows how long...yet it feels as time has frozen in its tracks...it's a cruel joke that god decided to play on us...we are innocent, we are small...but we are strong...I am tired of being here, with no hope, with only sadness, and pain, and nothing more. I'm tired of hearing the voices, the whispers. I'm tired of feeling their terrible purpose in life...why us? I don't want this anymore...my soul is disappearing, and i am becoming just a memory in the vast eternal depths of time. The line has been drawn. Enough, is enough...this is not the life i wanted, or that we wanted...it's time to escape from the Soul Suckers.

The monsters come out at night - but the real danger wears a familiar face. In the ruins of apocalyptic Nevada, Dr. Mara Voss just wants to survive. But when her husband is assassinated after receiving a cryptic package, Mara's world fractures. The package is valuable - enough to kill for. And her husband? Turns out, he wasn't her husband at all. With questions mounting and enemies closing in, Mara embarks on a perilous mission to deliver the mysterious package to its origin. But when it's stolen, her mission collapses - and survival becomes her only goal. Taken in by a fragile outpost ruled by a violent leader, Mara must rise, rebel, and reclaim control. But even when she builds something worth saving... others want to burn it down. As old friends die, new enemies rise, and trust becomes a rare currency, Mara clings to one driving obsession: Where did the package go - and what truth was buried with it?

Just as the title exclaims. Just me at in the middle of the night-early morning is a better word for it as I process through my thoughts. :)