Unfiltered Stories

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The thougthts I have, the life I live, the things I love; a digital junk journal.

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

Dear Reader, This is mostly unfiltered brain soup with some floating philosophical croutons. And rants :))) Anyway... ⋆˚Enjoy !꩜｡ Thank you to Fovya_Stories for the book cover !!!

[RANT BOOK 1] This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. Tired of the billionaire CEO who "smirks" every three seconds? So am I. If you've ever rolled your eyes at a "clumsy" protagonist or a "bad boy" with a heart of gold, you're in the right place. Rants: Dissecting the tropes we love to hate and that need to retire. Interact: Questions to get your blood boiling. Polls: For those who prefer to click rather than type. The Pit: A comment section where the real comedy happens Grab your tea and let's complain together.

There are people who become a part of your story And then there are people who become the reason the story exists at all This is for the ones who never became ours, yet somehow became everything Dedication To the one who became my gravity, without ever knowing I was falling

dear diary, i guess this is basically my online diary no filters, no pretending to have everything figured out just my thoughts, feelings and little pieces of my life i'm writing this for myself, but if you happen to relate, i'd love to hear your story too content warning !! this diary is completely unfiltered entries may contain topics such as anxiety, self-criticism, family issues, loneliness, overthinking, grief and other personal struggles.... please read with care.

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

A poet who chose to see explores the tension between truth and comfort, love and illusion, awareness and fear. These poems trace the moments where clarity is possible-but not always chosen. Because sometimes, blindness isn't given- it's chosen.

One night I was having a lot of thoughts that I wanted to write down. I wrote them down. I am in a better place than the night that I wrote this. I hope that it will help others as it helped me.

After an unfortunate encounter or two, his workplace is the last place Michael Collins expects to see his mystery girl. However, after three weeks, two days, twenty hours, and five minutes since their last meeting, he discovers that his unforgettable stranger is now the newly hired jewellery designer his mother can't stop talking about. Adunniade Davies, a former waitress and struggling artist, is thrilled to land her second dream job. But her excitement fades when she realizes that her new boss, Michael Collins, the CEO of Collins Jewels and Mo's son, is her new worst enemy. From the moment they meet, Adunniade can tell that Michael wants her gone, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Will Michael succeed in getting rid of her, or will Dunni finally impress her boss? Follow the drama surrounding the Collins family as Mike and Dunni navigate their complicated relationship. Cover by @meha-k Most impressive ranking. #1 in jewellery out of 1.07k stories. 16/09/2024.

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

just a place to store my short stories, poems, and unfiltered thoughts :)

the raw parts of me. ~a collection of heartfelt writings~ -this started as a vent but turned into my journey to happiness- (I promise the writing gets better towards the end)

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[𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗] Loki is a mercenary who finds high pay jobs for her father's medicine. Is a big introvert and always doesn't talk to her clients. Ashen is a daughter of a Viscount who wants to become independent and sets off to set up her clothing stores around the world. She is a blunt person and never fails to cling onto people if she likes them. What would happen if an introvert meets a person with an unfiltered personality? Will Loki ignore her like all of her other clients? Or will she open up to someone who can possibly hurt her with slur? There's only one way to find out.....

Stop pretending. We're all chasing "The Truth," whether it's in scripture or science. But the moment it passes through a human mind, it stops being absolute. It becomes a rule, a story, a lie. This is the cognitive ground zero of Sam's life. A young girl, raised in the suffocating embrace of unyielding faith and tradition, whose mind simply refuses to conform. Her story isn't about rebellion; it's about pure, unadulterated divergence. She will force you to confront everything you thought you knew about family, religion, gender, and the very purpose of life itself. Forget your judgments. Forget your own beliefs. Step into Sam's shoes and witness how one individual quietly, relentlessly, reshapes the world through her own eyes. This is "The Spectrum of Certainty" and it's far wider than you ever imagined.

These are just my late night thoughts and feelings! As I share my feelings please don't hate, i am sharing them in hopes someone may relate! Thanks🫶