Unreliable-narrator Histoires

I thought some things would never change. Three years together. A love that started when we were six. A promise I never questioned. Until Eris came back from Germany and told me she didn't love me anymore. I wasn't ready to let her go. Maybe I should have. Because sometimes, holding onto someone too tightly doesn't save them. It only turns you into the person they need to escape from. ©2025 iNtp_aina. All right reserved T^T,,

Growing up is learning to live with the person you are becoming, even when you don't recognize them anymore. A story of depression, loneliness, existential uncertainty, and the strange weight of becoming an adult. And sometimes, when life becomes too heavy to carry, something else offers to carry it for you.

Overshadowed by her celebrity parents, a young woman makes a name for herself by exploring the community. Year started: 2020 Year finished: TBD

The guesthouse was supposed to be Emma Lawson's sanctuary. Instead, it became her personal hell. With each passing day, the line between reality and paranoia blurs, leaving her to question not just her sanity, but her very identity. Desperate for a fresh start, recently divorced Emma moves into the Spencer family's charming guesthouse. The arrangement seems perfect: reduced rent for occasional housekeeping and babysitting. But perfection, Emma learns, is often a carefully constructed facade. Whispers of a vanished tenant. Odd behaviors from her seemingly kind landlords. A gnawing sense of being watched. As Emma unravels the neighborhood's dark tapestry of secrets, she's forced to confront the skeletons in her own closet. In this psychological labyrinth, everyone has something to hide - and Emma's past may be the key to unlocking a truth more twisted than she could ever imagine.

A tale involving three brothers who find themselves in a lonesome situation. Their sister (whom they've lived in the shadow of for almost their entire lives), meanwhile, plans on attending a college party. Much to her dismay, her brothers decide that they would like a part of that action. This leads said trio on the long-mile journey to seeking that specific party. Year started: 2019 Year finished: TBD

A nine-year-old girl writes everything in her notebook. Small things first: a substitute teacher whose sneeze sounds like a trumpet, moss that looks like a living forest, and shoes that appear stuck on rooftops like they grew there. Her father is a pilot who keeps leaving for flights to places called "the edge of the map." When he is home, the house feels warm. When he leaves, it feels like it forgets how to breathe. Her mother says everything is normal. But normal starts to feel wrong in ways she cannot explain. The fridge begins to smell strange. Her brother stops talking. And her tooth keeps refusing to fall out, as if it is waiting for something. This is a notebook of ordinary days. But something is wrong with the ordinary.

Something I wrote for my final major project. It's certainly not the best writing and there's more than like mistakes so if you notice them don't be afraid to point them out! Yes, you will notice some bits that are reminiscent of other media sources and that is because Bloom Into You is a heavy inspiration and I love the trope it's centred around

A love story set in medevial japan

He doesn't call it captivity. He calls it curation. In a room where silence is never free, Mara learns that every choice becomes a debt. And the page will remember.

Time slipped on, twisted, and distorted within the Signal Tower.<br /> A decade has passed since their paths last crossed - since betrayal severed their bond and locked them in separate nightmares. Now, by chance or design, they meet again. In a world that demands heroes, they carry wounds too deep to show. Old rage stirs, memories flood in, and the ghosts of the past refuse to stay buried. All that's left is the rhythm they once knew: adapt, improvise, survive. (Author Note) This is it. The final version of my proud yet far from perfect Crossover after 3 years. Version 1 was a messy bunch of random ideas written by a teenager.<br /> Version 2 was just a rewriting without much improvement in anything (Story, Pacing) but better grammar. Version 3 was when I improved my story writing (world-building, characters, Key events, etc. ) but my story-telling was abysmal, and I didn't think much of pacing, linking, and understanding how to write properly. This version - I will write what the V3 couldn't, and will be the last rewriting of this series. Thanks for reading, and wish you a great time reading this.

Protector of the Human Race Against the Lizard People is not something that Chris Thompson can put on his CV. Lab Technician is. When a new PhD student joins his research group, Chris realises it's up to him to expose her for what she really is, and do what needs to be done for the good of humanity.

They called me a monster. I didn't know what it meant at first, but I do now. Anything the humans don't understand they fear and what they fear they call monsters.

"Alas! Being the only straight man in this bent world is indeed difficult!" "Wait, did I just screw up? How do I fix this?!" "..." "Oh, great. I think I'm gay now..." (┭┮﹏┭┮) ⁂⁂⁂ In my previous life, my younger sister was strangely obsessed over this BL game called "Magian Lovers~ Dancing Under the Lights of Love!". As a man I never understood the appeal of a virtual romance, all the more a dude on dude relationship?! But then, my little sister forces me to watch gay love events with her, orders me to be like the hot guys in otome games, lectures me on how happy she feels whenever she captures all the targets as a man in the game... When you live a life like that, you'll learn a lot about those unnecessary details. But now that I'm in one of her weird BL games, the setting killed off all the women!! I was about to go on my first date, but now I'll never experience true love... Feelings aside, that Goddess gave me a mission to accomplish. I need to focus on protecting the MC from dying a horrible death! Never mind the MC's love interests, I'll do their job for them!! Nothing else matters but becoming the best babysitter for the MC, I wont let him down! ...and that would be the first blunder I made. How could I forget the fact that because the women in this world were nonexistent, those love interests could be aiming for me too?! -- (I don't own the art, I got it from Pinterest) started: april 30, 2020 ended: ongoing~

This is the story of a boy who wanted to travel to another world but died before he could fulfill his dream, and instead of going there himself, he ends up fighting the monsters from that world that have invaded the modern world. That's the mission the protagonist has been given, but if everything went exactly as planned, he wouldn't be a protagonist in the first place. So what should the protagonist do? I suppose it's about taking a hard look at himself and evolving. Even if that means he loses his three basic desires in the process.

I see myself standing in front of me. I don't know when this absurd copy of me appeared. I don't know why he knows things I have chosen to forget, how he dares to take control of my own body. He is going after pieces of my life scattered everywhere. Faces. Places. Voices. Traumas. And every time he puts another piece together, I feel something inside me beginning to rot. The hate in my veins going hotter and hotter.

A world that never was. A player that never existed, and a life that never happened. A psychological horror story told by many within the proximity of a campfire. A thrilling journey. Where you as the observer, builds the world within your own mind. Brought to you by Crafted_Quill/NotQuill.

"Blood on My Wedding Ring" is a gripping psychological thriller that explores the fragile line between memory and reality, fueled by themes of betrayal, lost love, and cold-blooded revenge.

A man on a bus to a monastery drifts inward and finds himself trapped in a recursive confrontation with meaning, identity, God, and his own mind. What begins as philosophical inquiry collapses into surreal encounters, looping revelations, and terrifying intimacy with a reality that speaks back. Told through an unreliable yet fiercely lucid narrator, this short story explores trauma, self-blame, surrender, and the hunger for coherence in a universe that may be infinite, indifferent, or deeply personal-or all three at once. God appears as voice, stranger, tormentor, teacher, and joke. Logic becomes emotional. Salvation becomes ambiguous. This is not a story about answers. It is a story about what happens when a human mind refuses to stop asking, even when the cost is everything-and what it means to finally recognize oneself as real.

"That girl is wrapped in bubble wrap, bleeding from papercuts, praying for a spark. I'm the lighter fluid." She is the ultimate people-pleaser-the girl who apologizes when people bump into her, lets her fake friends walk all over her, and lives her life like an extra in everyone else's movie. He is everything she isn't. Reckless, arrogant, and completely detached from the rules. He doesn't do schedules, he doesn't do soft words, and he definitely doesn't do attachments. After a chaotic, embarrassing encounter on a street corner, she thinks she's seen the last of him. But he keeps showing up-in the dusty aisles of her quiet library, in the dark corners of her bad days, always right on cue with a smirk and a sharp word. He's bad news, and he knows it. She wants to stay away. He claims he wants to leave. So why can't either of them seem to walk away? --------------------------------------------------- i js had this idea of a story and i dont really know hwo to word it out and im js doing this js cuz and im not a writer, i only used ai cuz I'm bad with words and this story has been stuck on my head for days and i want to let it out