Deep Stories

Every day. Every feeling. Every fight. In this life. I published this book because I believe people share similar lessons, just in different timelines. And here, I express my realizations in time of uncertainties; the lessons that made me grow; and the reminder of whose child I am. Therefore, I want to share this work to remind you as well as we never know who might need a word to keep dealing in this world. We may be different- unique in our own ways But we are one, to the ONE, at the end of these days.

When you are all alone in the world, that has ruined you, and taken away your life. What will become of you? Insert yourself, in this action, drama, and horror elemented thrilling story. That is set around one city, where all you ever known, has been lost. Who will find it's way through, at the city's heart.

I keep reading a lot of BoBoiBoy one shot but usually it's mainly on the elemental brothers of sort. So...here I tried to write almost every character story. So hope you enjoyed even there would be some one shot may or may not have their 2nd part base on my mood. So....have fun reading I guess. Picture commissioned by Yeen

A collection of poems written between heartbreak and obsession, hunger and devotion, fear and longing. These are the words I never said out loud - the ones that kept me awake, the ones that buried me seven feet beneath myself.

Some daily but very sensitive deep scenarios with him❤️ What began as quiet understanding slowly turned into something deeper - soft glances, late-night conversations, unspoken care. Their bond grew in the small moments: a shared smile, a comforting touch, a promise held in silence. Life brought unexpected turns, family emotions, and choices they never saw coming. But through it all, they kept choosing each other - gently, honestly, wholeheartedly. It's a journey of slow-burn love, teasing laughter, deep trust, and two hearts learning that home is not a place... but a person.

When Life Finally Makes Sense (Things I Wish Someone Told Me at 17) There comes a moment in life when the noise fades, the dust settles, and the truth finally speaks. Not loudly. Not violently. But in a quiet, unshakable way that changes everything. This book is a collection of lessons learned at the edge of growing up - in the late-night thoughts, the mistakes I couldn't undo, the love that stayed longer than it should have, and the silence that taught louder than people ever did. It's about understanding yourself when the world doesn't. It's about losing people without losing yourself. It's about finally seeing the path you were meant to take... only after you've stumbled through the dark. If you're 15, 17, or somewhere between being young and feeling old - these pages are for you. Not to impress you. But to remind you that you're not alone, and that clarity always arrives... eventually. A book of truth, mystery, and the kind of wisdom you only learn by living.

Hey there, in this book I will share some of the mini poems I've written. I call these poems but I'm not really sure if they are. Most of the times they are not really long so you could just read one or two if them and decide if you like them. Most of the times, these are really deep and you should only read them if you feel able to. Not all of them are personal experiences, but some are. And I hope with these poems some of you might not feel alone anymore or they might understand themselves better. The trigger warnings are: abusive household, Self harm, drowning, toxic relationship, suicide, death of loved ones and love. I would love to hear your opinions on the things I've written, so feel free to comment. Furthermore, English isn't my first language so please comment if I've spelled something wrong or things like that.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖𝟏𝟗- 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫... 𝖐𝖎𝖞𝖔̄𝖗𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖐𝖈𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖞

"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry

This is a collection of every almost. Almost loved, almost chosen, almost healed, almost enough. These poems are for anyone who finally realized they deserved more than the stories they kept rewriting.

A Compilation of Poems and Short Stories

Bliss has loved. Bliss has lost. And through every heartbreak, she's learned to rise again. Funny, smart, and kind... yet carrying the darkness everyone hides, Bliss must navigate pain, laughter, and the tangled path back to herself.

The voice that calls isn't human-it's a siren's whisper, a haunting melody pulling souls into the deep. Once you answer, there's no turning back. No path forward, no escape. Pain becomes your only companion. In this world, neither faith nor strength can save you. The water remembers every struggle, carving wounds where none existed. And when you finally surrender, you don't die-you become the echo of all who drowned before you.

for the girlies who think they can't be loved - aster believes that no one will love her as she is, so she puts on a mask and pretends to be someone she isn't. she thought no one would notice, but she was wrong #wlw #mentalhealth #lowselfesteem #soft

> She smiled when it hurt, stayed silent when it broke her, and kept giving when there was nothing left inside her to offer. This is not a love story - it's a journey through hidden pain, silent prayers, and a heart that never healed the way it hoped to. Some scars don't fade... but they still tell a story worth reading. > She wasn't looking for pity. Just a place to rest her heart. This is her story - a quiet cry in the night, a heart full of scars, and the strength to keep going anyway.

This is a short poem, about my lost writings

Quotes, dialogue, and everything else. Most of these aren't mine.