The quiet house
- Reads 14
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, May 2, 2025
Behind the smile of a perfect man,
a boy bleeds in silence.
The world sees gold;
his son sees the belt.
In a house full of whispers,
no one dares to scream.
Perfection, it seems,
has a price.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Fantasy magic
--- The Boy Who Didn't Know There was a boy with quiet eyes, Who watched the stars in velvet skies, And wondered why the moonlight glowed, And why the rivers softly flowed. He dreamed in colors none could see, He heard the hum of every tree, Yet when he spoke, the world stayed still, As if it bowed against his will. He thought himself a simple soul, A name, a breath, a fleeting role, But whispered winds and trembling flame Would murmur softly, "He's not the same." The rain would fall to where he'd stand, Like threads of silver in his hand, And flowers bloomed where he would tread, Though doubt and wonder filled his head. For magic hid behind his heart, Unseen, asleep, yet set apart, Until the day he dared to see The truth within his mystery. Now stars bend low when he walks by, And light recalls his lullaby. The boy once lost, unsure, unknown- Found all the magic was his own. ---
Mrs and Mrs Kwong
After a failed wedding, Ling finds herself unexpectedly bonded to Orm, a stranger who becomes her wife in a playful twist of fate. What starts as an attempt to navigate heartbreak with Orm's companionship slowly deepens into a connection Ling didn't anticipate. As they both face buried emotions and a complicated past, Ling is forced to confront what-and who-she truly wants in her life. This fan fiction is a transformative work created for entertainment purposes only. All original characters, settings, and intellectual property referenced herein belong to their respective copyright holders. This work is not intended for commercial use, and no copyright infringement is intended.Complete
The Crooked Man
Deep in the countryside, where the wind filtered through the trees like a whisper of forgotten secrets, lived a simple family. Their house, built of tired wood and a corroded tin roof, was little more than a refuge from the endless solitude of the night. However, beneath that apparent rural calm, something disturbing awaited. At first, it was just noises: erratic footsteps in the hallway, the creaking of the walls, that tightness in the chest that arises when someone-or something-is watching you from the shadows. The family wanted to think it was the wind, perhaps a stray animal. But the children began to talk about him... the crooked man. They described him crouching in corners, bent at impossible angles, with a distorted smile that belonged on no human face. As night fell, his silhouette stretched and twisted in the corners, advancing with a halting gait, always a little closer to their beds. The crooked man was in no hurry. He amused himself with them, feeding off the fear that grew in the house, certain that sooner or later the family would understand the truth: no one escaped his gaze. And when he finally achieved his goal, only silence would remain... and that crooked smile, forever etched in their memories.Complete
The boy with the tired smile
There was a boy who'd been through hell and back but would still smile so no one could see his broken heart. This is about the girl who fell in love with him Art work by __ughhhh__Complete
Back in Her Arms
Lingling thought she already had everything she needed. Her life may not be perfect-juggling late-night study sessions as a criminology student while raising her little girl alone-but her daughter is her anchor, her reason to push through. She never asked for more, only to keep their small world safe. But what happens when the woman she once buried deep in her memory... the very mother of her child... the love she thought was gone forever... suddenly comes back? And worse-Orm isn't just back. She wants her place again.
Eyes That Never Looked Back I LingOrm
DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners. Prologue The first time Ling met Orm, she was six years old, hiding behind her mother's leg at a bustling café filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was her parents' favorite place, though she never paid much attention to it-until that day. Orm, a little girl in an oversized apron, stood on her tiptoes behind the counter, stacking sugar packets with intense focus. She looked up, locking eyes with Ling, and grinned. "You wanna help?" Orm had asked, holding out a packet. Ling hesitated. She had never been invited to do something so ordinary before. But the warmth in Orm's voice was different from the polished, rehearsed greetings she was used to. From that moment on, Ling and Orm were inseparable. Their differences never seemed to matter. Ling, with her designer dresses and chauffeur-driven rides, and Orm, in her simple clothes, always smelling faintly of coffee beans and warm pastries. They built their own world within the walls of that small café, sharing secrets, dreams, and laughter. But some things were never said out loud. Orm never told Ling that her heart raced whenever Ling smiled at her. Or that she memorized every little habit-the way Ling twirled her straw in iced coffee, or how she tapped her nails against the table when she was deep in thought. And Ling? She was blissfully unaware, believing that nothing between them would ever change. Until the day she fell in love with someone else.Complete
The Watcher
The house is alive with sound-hammer strikes, clinking glasses, the ticking of unseen clocks. Smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the sweetness of fruit and the sharp tang of metal. It's a place that breathes before it speaks, a place that feels haunted not by ghosts, but by memory. On the steps sits a boy-silent, watchful, unnamed. Words don't come easily to him; instead, his presence fills the quiet spaces others overlook. He is more than just a shadow at the edge of the story-he is the story. Through him, the world unfolds piece by piece, never all at once. A slow reveal. A lingering mystery. And at its heart, a question that refuses to be answered too quickly: who is this boy, and why does the house seem to know him better than anyone else?
Fire and the Lily
He's rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams and no one has ever been able to get close to him. All he cares about in life is perfection which he's always looking for in artwork and whatnot. But then an unruly, perfectly imperfect girl bumps into him, ruining the vase he's bought while at a show.Complete
Still, he stayed
Morgan's world is quiet. Rainy mornings, candlelit rooms, a boy who kisses her like she's something delicate. In the little house with the foggy windows, everything feels safe-until it doesn't. Beneath the softness, there's a truth she doesn't talk about. behind the closed doors of her family's house, love doesn't look like it should. And one day, when it all becomes too much, morgan disappears-from the boy, from the house, from everything good. But Adam waits. Through seasons, silence, and pain, he waits for the girl who once believed in soft things. and maybe, just maybe, love finds its way back-when the storm is over.Complete
When Obsession Wears a Ring (LingOrm)
G!P (Ling) At the alumni homecoming, everyone expected Ling Kwong-the rich, dominant beauty once worshiped on campus-to arrive with someone dazzling. No one expected her to arrive married... to Orm Kornnaphat, the clumsy, bullied girl everyone mocked. But Orm isn't the same girl anymore. She's powerful, dangerous, and her obsession with Ling has turned into something darker than love. Behind the perfect marriage lies a plan years in the making: passion, revenge, and a hunger that won't stop until the past is buried-and the guilty are too. How far will obsession go when it wears a ring?Complete
--- The Boy Who Didn't Know There was a boy with quiet eyes, Who watched the stars in velvet skies, And wondered why the moonlight glowed, And why the rivers softly flowed. He dreamed in colors none could see, He heard the hum of every tree, Yet when he spoke, the world stayed still, As if it bowed against his will. He thought himself a simple soul, A name, a breath, a fleeting role, But whispered winds and trembling flame Would murmur softly, "He's not the same." The rain would fall to where he'd stand, Like threads of silver in his hand, And flowers bloomed where he would tread, Though doubt and wonder filled his head. For magic hid behind his heart, Unseen, asleep, yet set apart, Until the day he dared to see The truth within his mystery. Now stars bend low when he walks by, And light recalls his lullaby. The boy once lost, unsure, unknown- Found all the magic was his own. ---
More detailsContent Guidelines