Crumbling Visage
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Last published Fri, Mar 4, 2022
A short story and abstract pieces collection.
Visage is the barrier between self-expression and projecting behavior; a collection of intricate tales of love, loss and occasional thrillers that explore the different sides of humanity and what happens when the visage crumbles...
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Depths Unseen
Dear You, Once, when I was younger, the world felt so much smaller. Everything important could fit in a single moment: the sound of laughter, the warmth of sunlight, the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet breeze. I didn't think about tomorrow, or the day after that. Life wasn't made of questions back then - it was made of feelings. But somewhere along the way, things began to change. The questions grew bigger. The world, which had once seemed so simple, became a puzzle I couldn't solve. I began to forget the little things - the way the atmosphere smells after rain, or the sound of my own heartbeat when I was truly at peace. Have you felt that too? That quiet loss, the kind you can't explain? If you're reading this, I guess you do. [...] This book isn't a solution. It's a mirror. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in it. I don't know where this story will take us, but I'm glad you're here. Sincerely, Someone who understands Revised draft Start: 12.01.25 Finish: 29.03.25Complete
WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Complete
"Things I Never Said Out Loud"
These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.Complete
Trinkets
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
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INSIDE AND OUT
They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. But what if that step is taken in the dark, guided only by the fragile, flickering light of your own fear? This is not just a story of a journey; it is the map of a soul. Inside and Out is a piercingly intimate exploration of a life built-and almost broken-by its own walls. It begins in the quiet turmoil of self-doubt, where the reflection in the mirror is a stranger and the concept of beauty feels like a weapon. Here, in the shadows of uncertainty, a spark of determination is born-not a roar, but a whisper, a stubborn refusal to be defined by the cracks within. This is a story of peeling back the layers. It's about the terrifying, exhilarating work of growth, of looking your deepest fears in the eye and choosing to move forward anyway. It's about clawing your way toward self-respect, not as a destination, but as a daily practice of choosing yourself, piece by broken piece. And then, just when you think the path is one you must walk alone, another soul intersects yours. This is where the narrative deepens, transforming into a profound meditation on true love. But this is not a fairy tale. This love is a mirror, reflecting back not only your light but also every unhealed scar. It is a love that demands courage, that asks the most terrifying question of all: Can I be truly seen, inside and out, and still be chosen? Inside and Out is a breath held before a confession, the ache of a healing wound, the fierce, quiet triumph of a spirit refusing to be subdued. It is for anyone who has ever fought to find the beauty in their own chaos and dared to believe that the most important jo journey we ever take is the one that leads us back to ourselves-and, in doing so, opens us to a love that is as relentless as it is real. Prepare to feel the story unfold within you. Your journey begins here.Complete![spilled thoughts and crafted words [ SOON TO BE PUBLISHED ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/231795358-256-k193472.jpg)
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These are thoughts remembered in the middle of awkward laughter and noticeable stares that are divided by three sections. The first one is leakage. It talks about our suffering, the strange feeling of existing, the weight, and the burden; the quick whisper of "I need help." Leakage is where our anxieties walk through to escape; the foreign place no one knows but our fear. Meanwhile, the mid part is a pocket of acceptance-may it be real or a mock-up one. I called it "disguise." Here are forgiveness, bravery, and a little tinge of hope concealed with vivid narratives of childhood flashbacks and muted confessions. The last and the longest part is about the cracks. Some of it is just a mere fault, yet most of the time, cracks cause tough surfaces to break too. This is where all the souls I loved before lies. The cradle of leakages. The continuous attempts at recognizing and creating my own language again-because they once made me speak a dialect my tongue never had a taste of. This is filled with lapses, hatred, debris, the gloomy age, and the stories of failed first loves that I have overheard. Composed of forgotten cold cases, the broadsides I will tell the first and last time, and the stabs I had to cope with until I bled from the same wounds they pierced and invaded.Complete
Condensed into one place are ten stories that I have created in a year with varied genres, writing techniques, settings, moods, and character perspective. These stories include drama, violence, loss, anger, anxiety, and depression. Each objective--theme--of the short stories will be produced on the first page as a table of contents.
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