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423 Stories

  • ππŽπ‚π“π”π‘ππ„: 𝐀 𝐂𝐨π₯π₯𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 by moonlightxmysteries
    moonlightxmysteries
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    What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? ππŽπ‚π“π”π‘ππ„ isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.
  • Not A Novel  by Drssch
    Drssch
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    Behind every fictional character I wrote, there was always a real emotion I never fully knew how to explain. Not a Novel is simply the unfiltered version of that person the mind behind the stories, the military obsessions, the overthinking, and all the feelings that stayed long after the books ended.
  • Holy Ache I by VERSYS-X
    VERSYS-X
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    A Cathedral of Longing Book I: Holy Ache There are griefs that do not scream. They settle quietly into the body, turning ordinary nights into wars between memory and sleep. Holy Ache is a collection of poems and free verses written from the spaces between longing, loss, and silence. These pages carry unfinished conversations, sleepless yearning, and the unbearable weight of feeling too much for too long. Raw, intimate, and deeply human, this book traces what it means to survive the kind of pain that never fully leaves, only learns how to live inside you.
  • THE LIFE OF AN IMPOSTER by lettersfromzara
    lettersfromzara
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    NOTE: this book is purely dramatic expression of emotions
  • Between Quiet Moments by AnonymousP-01
    AnonymousP-01
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    Between Quiet Moments There are feelings we never explain out loud. Moments where anxiety quietly sits beside us. Moments where silence feels safer than speaking. Moments where we try to exist without being misunderstood. This collection is made from those moments. Not every poem here is searching for answers. Some are simply trying to breathe through ordinary days, awkward conversations, crowded places, quiet thoughts, and emotions we struggle to name.
  • ΰ·ƒΰ·™ΰΆ½ΰ·ΰΆ±ΰ·ŠΰΆ©ΰΆΊΰ·’ΰΆ±ΰ·Š by Lacekisse_s
    Lacekisse_s
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    Midnight ΰ·ƒΰ·’ΰΆ­ΰ·”ΰ·€ΰ·’ΰΆ½ΰ·’ ࢅසුࢻා ΰΆ­ΰΆΆΰΆΈΰ·’;
  • 𝕋𝔼ℕ π”»π”Έπ•π•Š 𝔹𝔼𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝕄𝕐 ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ𝔻𝔸𝕐 by itsdavien
    itsdavien
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    Have you ever felt that feeling That feeling in which your birthday is in a few days and you can't just wait for it to pop in the blue, the feeling that you Just want to make yourself special and focus on yourself. Through out this four months of the year I had the toughest times it my life, I had a couple of accident, fell sick and got drowned in studies and exam, that for once I thought I wouldn't make it to the day everyone shouts "happy birthday" to me. My name is olive crownstar I am thirteen years and four months old and this is my story
  • girlhood in fragments by shookielove
    shookielove
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    a collection of poems stitched together with girlhood, aching hearts, silent battles, soft rage, love that lingered too long, and feelings too heavy to say out loud. these poems are for the girls who overthink at 2am, romanticize the rain, carry entire oceans inside their chests, and learn to survive while still remaining soft. this is not just poetry- it is growing up, breaking quietly, healing slowly, and becoming someone new between the lines.
  • Laureen's Journey  by LaureenJean
    LaureenJean
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    I don't know who I am. Who truly knows who they are? My name is Laureen. I am writing to share my perspective with whoever is willing to read it. Don't hesitate to comment and share your feedback!
  • The Weight of Empty by SebastianNoir
    SebastianNoir
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    What do you call the kind of loneliness that lives inside a crowded room? This is not a story about being alone. It's about being unseen - standing in a world full of warmth you can see through the glass but never quite touch. About performing "I'm okay" until the words lose their meaning. About holding yourself together because no one else will. The Weight of Empty is for everyone who has ever stared at the ceiling in the dark, felt nothing they could name, and still - somehow - woke up the next morning. You are still here. And stories don't end in chapter one.
  • Pain Never Knocked by Penbyblue
    Penbyblue
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    A poem for the nights that hurt quietly. For the people who carry heavy hearts behind soft smiles. For every memory that stayed longer than it should have. "Pain" is a collection of emotions wrapped in silence, heartbreak, longing, and survival, a reminder that even wounded souls continue breathing through the dark. πŸ–€
  • UNTIL YOU KNOW by whispered_wounds
    whispered_wounds
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    Some feelings stay hidden in the quietest parts of the heart. This poem is about loving someone silently - wanting to tell them every little detail of your life, yet being afraid that speaking too much might ruin the connection you cherish most. It's about realizing that it was never just the conversations, but the person themselves who became home to your heart. A story of distance, unspoken love, emotional attachment, and the fear that confession might become goodbye.🀍
  • Too Deep for a Shallow World by moondust_scribbler
    moondust_scribbler
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    This is not an anthology about love. This is about what love becomes when it starts to consume you. This is a collection of poems that wander through obsession, heartbreak, trauma, and quiet survival. From soft devotion to violent longing, from silence to fire, each piece untangle what it means to feel unbearable in a world that asks you to feel less. Some wounds don't fade. They master how to speak.
  • πŸ’” "After Him: Healing in Pieces" by EnumahDivine
    EnumahDivine
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    He was my best friend, my first love, and my hardest goodbye. This isn't a love story - it's a healing story. It's about losing someone who felt like home, breaking apart, and slowly learning to live again. After Him: Healing in Pieces is a collection of thoughts, memories, and lessons from a girl who once thought love was everything - until she realized she was. Sometimes you don't move on all at once. Sometimes... you heal in pieces.
  • The Fit She Didn't Trust by ashrafkhuboni
    ashrafkhuboni
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    She didn't question it. Not this time. When their eyes met, it wasn't curiosity - it was recognition. The kind that feels older than memory and deeper than logic. After a lifetime of wearing shoes that almost fit, she finally encounters something different. Not perfect. But real. And that is what terrifies her the most. Because for the first time... love isn't a game. It's something she might actually have to trust.
  • Eggs at Noon by SkaldKat
    SkaldKat
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    A young girl, named Sasha, is on journey of self discovery through friendships, heartaches, betrayals, and determination. Will she find her purpose in life or will she find a destiny that she was always meant to fulfill. This is her story. (Note: This story is just for practice and comes in parts not chapters because they are so short. I am still learning to use Wattpad.)
  • The Cold Hands Syndrome by Marijana1986
    Marijana1986
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    A short story about generational inheritance that doesn't show up on paper - but in the way hands let go. A quiet confession of love, broken pieces, and the hope to fix what once shattered.
  • Between the Shore and the Storm. by Jeama_Sweetgirl
    Jeama_Sweetgirl
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    A heartfelt reflection on love, vulnerability, and uncertainty, Between the Shore and the Storm follows Jasmine, a young woman who finds herself unexpectedly drawn to William-the only man she feels completely at ease with. As their bond deepens, she navigates the delicate space between hope and heartbreak, clinging to the belief that love, if nurtured, can weather any approaching storm.
  • NOT MEANT TO BE HERE by Xiaowu20
    Xiaowu20
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    "She comes to the space she always thought was hers-a quiet corner to pause, breathe, and feel at ease. Today, even that small comfort is taken from her: a cup, a place, a moment of belonging. Words cannot fix the sting of being unseen. In the shadows, she lets the ache of rejection seep in, hoping that someone, someday, might notice her.