Wordsunsaid Stories

in which a mysterious letter from derry triggers ominous flashbacks for seventeen-year-old rosalie bennet. her memories have always been a bit blurry, but after finding more and more letters from home, her memories are more messed up than she thought. (eddie kaspbrak x fem oc) (aged up, eddie, rosalie, and the losers club are 17) accomplishments! ~ #1 in jackgrazer (05/30/26) 🎉🎉 #1 in benhanscom (05/17/26) #1 in stephenking (05/18/26) #2 in mikehanlon (05/18/26) #2 in jackdylangrazer (05/19/26) #3 in itmovie (05/28/26) #18 in letters (05/29/26)

In the midst of the noise of the world, there are thoughts kept hidden inside the bookshelves of our minds, poetries and deep thoughts that run in our veins Copyright © 2024 by Zyeth

short summary of poem The poem "Unsent Letter to You" is a heartfelt expression of longing, loss, and unresolved emotions towards a friend with whom contact has ended. It captures the pain of silence and distance, reflecting on memories of shared joy and the void left behind. The poem centers on the theme of unexpressed feelings words written but never sent, encapsulating hopes, regrets, and the fragile nature of connections that remain important despite separation.

When a single word says a thousand things, to what volumes can you hear?

A study in learning how to love myself. The purpose of this story/journal is changing but I'm leaving the old stuff up so I can see it

a safe place to vent out my thoughts clearing my notes app

"maybe that's all we will ever be. just intersecting lines that meet at one end, then drift apart forever." poems and short stories. #1 on #poemsaboutlove #198 on #poesia #1 on #wordsunsaid

only God knows how I'm willing to bend and break in the silhouettes for your pleasure.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴-𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒚 is a collection of poems about everything left unfinished: the letters never sent, the love that almost was, the silences that spoke louder than goodbyes. Told in two parts - Letters & Almost and The Unspoken Journey - these poems unravel the weight of unexpressed emotions, the beauty in loss, and the quiet resilience that follows heartbreak. This is for the ones who wrote drafts they never sent. For the ones who left quietly, or were left in silence. For those who still whisper "I'm okay" when they mean "I wish you stayed." Because sometimes, the things we never said... are the ones that echo the loudest.

"I guess I just have to write all the things I want to say to you. I know you won't be able to read them, and I'm not telling you to do so. maybe it's just a sort of ... I don't know. " Story of a girl who misses her ex boyfriend but she can't do anything but to write every single word she wants to say into her small diary. A/N: it's my first story to make. sorry about the errors. photos: ctto

I was left alone. Empty. Dead. But seeing you makes my heart beat faster and break hard at the same time.

Feelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)

Everyone is fighting a battle we know nothing about.. It's a story about finding our real self, overcoming every obstacle that life throws and getting out more stronger than ever!

Words I'm scared to say, so I'll write instead.

Some words feel safe to save for later. This piece is about what happens when later never comes. About the quiet ways people leave - by choice, by time, or by becoming someone you no longer recognize. A reminder to say what matters while the moment still exists.

"Everyone of us have some words Left unsaid, Everyone of us have some poetries buried inside us deep in somewhere" A collection of short poetries , quotes , motivational quotes and just some words written by me , and some I've read and are close to my heart (will mention the name if possible) I Will add more with time ❣

To the person who I want to write to. If you are reading this but don't know this was the feeling I have for you. After reading this, I wonder if can figure out it was me.