Collection Stories

A collection of unspoken words, written through the course of a year. Some MA themes.

Welcome to my personal space. This is a compilation of the poems I've written years ago and will be written in the future. Feel free to read but please don't judge. Sending hugs to those who struggle and still fights life with determination and love.

To unspoken words and thoughts that are finally free

A series of poems that I have been working on: About life and getting my feelings onto paper. 20 poems to sink your teeth into. (Co-pilot assisted with making the Book Cover - The Poems are my own work and no AI was used for them)

If only things had been different. If only I had been better, if only I would have put more effort in. Would it make a difference? Would anything have changed? This is written for everyone who has spent time wondering about "what if" because your imagination can't be controlled by the present. To all those who think back and ask themselves if only, because you can't be satisfied with what happened.

"I defend not my voice but my silence" Poetry with no context lol ( DUMP)

One story might make you smile. The next might make you question everything. Some will be sweet, some strange, some a little dark, and some probably impossible to explain without spoilers. Elsewhere is a collection of completely unrelated one-shot stories, each with its own world, characters, mess, mystery, and ending. No fixed genre. No promises about what comes next. Just different stories waiting to take you somewhere else.

idk im starting a collection my friends n family n randoms say I'm really good pls be honest if u dont like it tell me i can take it

I'll upload 21 poems. Writing one new poem each day as my writing challenge... Different themes one heart! <3

Writing has always been my thing-my quiet escape and my loud confession. Here I share my creations: the raw pieces of a mind that never stops thinking and a heart that never stops feeling. Welcome to my world of ink and impulse. This collection of poetry and prose is for those of us who feel we've lost our connections. For those who sometimes feel a little less than human because of it, yet somehow feel all the emotions in the world at once. 🖤

A collection of different romance short stories, written by a man.

I'll walk two moons, just to wait for the sun

Christopher Laurence Marquez used to think the important moments would be obvious when they arrived. There would be a decision to make, something impossible to take back, or at least enough warning for him to understand that his life was changing. He should have known better. Some moments slipped past without asking to be remembered. A conversation that lasted longer than expected. A familiar voice at the right time. An ordinary day that somehow became easier to carry. The people who stayed close enough to notice when Christopher was pretending not to need anyone. Life rarely separated itself into beginnings, endings, and everything that mattered in between. Most of the time, Christopher was simply there, living it before he understood what any of it meant. And sometimes, the moments that seemed smallest were the ones that refused to disappear. [An Official Constellations Underfoot Anthology]

Something mystical happens when the moon is full. The hidden is revealed, life emerges from death, and a new star is born. These are the tales of those stars.

Welcome to The Unfiltered Mind - a little sanctuary where thoughts find their voice, and words speak what the heart often whispers. Here you'll find reflections on psychology, self-worth, boundaries, and the quiet lessons we learn while growing. Not perfect - just honest. Not polished - just real. Come sit with me for a while. You're right where you need to be.

I originally wrote this as a gift for someone that I had feelings with: "Echoes of our ruins". Which is a fitting title for the love that I lost, the love that slipped from both of our hands. Xīnshāwén - Heart, Veil, Writing. It is a type of prose that rises from the heart yet remains veiled, a language of tenderness that whispers what cannot be spoken aloud. In its allusions, imagery and indirect wording, longing drifts like a veil across the soul, carrying devotion in silence rather than declaration. These writings are my quiet offering: love breathed softly, love that endures beyond words.

So readers this book is not a story of anyone. As you are seeing the title of the book . It signifies the unsaid emotions of the people's . The emotions that they feel very deeply but unable to express them in words . The chapters of this book will be short and can and cannot have a link with the previous chapter or next chapter. Because As I told that , this is not a story. Or say that every chapter will be a new wound with new emotions.

Some stories are meant to be read. Some are meant to be felt. And some quietly find their way into the little corners of your heart you thought you had forgotten. Petals Between Ink & Quill is a collection of standalone poetry - where ordinary moments carry extraordinary weight, silence speaks louder than words, and the smallest feelings bloom into something unforgettable. Here, a rainy afternoon can feel like a memory. A half-finished letter can hold an entire lifetime. A forgotten photograph can reopen a thousand doors. And a few lines of poetry can say everything that conversations never could. Between these pages lie fragments of love and longing, nostalgia and loneliness, hope and heartbreak, dreams and disappointments - the beautiful mess of being human, written in ink and scattered like petals between the pages. So, before you begin... Let the rain do its thing against the window. Dim the lights. Put on that soft playlist you've been pretending not to be obsessed with. And just sit there with a steaming cup of garam chai, a plate of crispy, hot pakoras, a few Parle-G biscuits, and some namkeen within reach because honestly, what is reading without a little munching on the side? Turn the page. Slowly. Because these aren't stories you simply read. They linger. They sit beside you long after the last sentence. They become the line you underline. The poem you reread. The verse you stare at for a little too long. The feeling you cannot quite explain, but somehow know. Somewhere between the ink and the quill, you may find a piece of yourself. So come in. The pages are waiting. And the chai is getting cold. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

This story is a story that I like to share. About my life💙

This is a collection of short stories I've written, from elementary school to present. I hope this will give me the incentive I need to tackle editing, rewriting, updating, and whatever else. In the meantime, read at your own risk.