Empty Stories

He built an empire. He wore the crown. But in the silence of his halls, he wonders... was it worth it?

this is not a story book , they are just some random thoughts. the thoughts i don't usually share but feel like writing now . what if someone like me is feeling the same as me.... These are the thoughts of the ink which is spilled out of my soul .

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Vamos, que la vida es igual a oprtunidad y si estas con vida aun es por que tienes la oportunidad, ¿para hacer que.? pues para todo que el poder de hacer todo viene en uno solo con el querer. En fin si quieres algo tienes el poder para hacerlo y tienes las oportunidades que necesites.

Collections of short stories

PART 5 OF A SERIES India explores an abandoned house in her hometown, Leadworth. She finds memories of an amazing man called the Doctor, when looking for this mysterious man, India meets several people. But is the Doctor really the young looking man he was? "Goodbye Leadworth, Hello Everything."

Book of random poems I wrote.

Namjoon verlor seine Freundin D/N, als sie nach einem Autounfall ums Leben kam. Er wusste nichts von dem Unfall, erst einige Tage später erfuhr er davon. Er gab sich die Schuld für ihren Tod, zieht sich von der Realität zurück und sinkt in ein tiefes Loch. Seit ihrem Tod, merkt er wie wichtig sie in seinem Leben war...

vulnerable abandoned grief powerless empty inferior remorseful fragile sadness despair fear loneliness hurt

This is about me. My life. Who I am. Who I wish I was. What I wish I could change. Everything. These are Poems of the ordinary emo kid.

I've never thought about myself until I lost what was important to me. I questioned the world, unaware of what is happening. I despised life for not giving me the answer I need. My path leads to nowhere but I know I have to continue walking. And somewhere along the way, I've lost myself completely. I tried calling out to myself, but I never heard even a single word. I tried looking for myself everywhere yet I'm inexistent in my own world. I have no reason to continue yet I kept moving. The moment I lost hope, I started running. Losing awareness of what's important to me along the way. Losing my reason, not caring for what I came to be. I stopped hoping for a better tomorrow until you came crashing onto me.

The voice of those who struggle to express themselves...

A collection of poems :> Just a few pebbles dusted with soil and small bits of leaves along the garden path. I don't bleed tears into words on paper, I'm the tear that strays and falls on the ground, creating a splotch. So...hopefully you enjoy the poems! :] Featured in WattpadPoetry's reading list, "Stygian Skies". Featured in CoffeeCommunity's reading list, "Cappuccino", in July 2022.

When the emptiness within us find its ways to our mind and overwhelming feelings find its way to be written. A collection of your thoughts expressed in words. Poetry. Moments you can't speak about. Feelings you can't share. Words you can't say out loud. Our cries in silence.

When you're in great emotion, brainstorm happens. And when brainstorm happens, you write a reflection of your soul — poetry.

*** 'Does it hurt when you fall off the ice?' he asked me in a tone which I didn't think I could read through. I smiled and of course, answered; 'Of course, but soon I got used to the pain of falling. Why'd you ask?' He turned away and looked at the road ahead of him. The wind brushed through our hair like a mother brushing her dear fingers through her son's. 'Quite like me. Whenever I breathe, I feel like I'm going to die. Humans need air to breathe but I don't have any air. So after getting used to the pain of always nearly dying, I've gotten used to it.' 'Is that so? Quite an explanation there,' I had been staring at his chest that has been going up and down slowly and slower then slower. 'Unless your from Mars, then you don't need air. I'm from Earth but I can't have the air. So maybe I'll move to Mars.' *** Short Story ♡ Japanese Names Used After winning the gold medal of Pyeongchang 2029, I haven't been so happy. I've broken three world records and four of my own. I managed to land a quintuple twice and I've made a breaking point in history's ice skating. But though, it doesn't seem like I'm filled yet. Filled with happiness fully. But soon, I found out that the place that hadn't been filled with happiness will never be filled. Because that place is called "Others". And some others can't even fill their whole body with happiness. Book Word Count: 3036

"I don't think that was very nice."His deep velvety voice echoed. His hoodie was covering his face but you could see he probably worked out. Damn girl, lower your gaze. I hand the cashier the 20 dollars and get the change. I have to pay this guy back. "Who are you, her boyfriend?" Jonah jokes. "No," he says smoothly, "but you don't want to find out.."

a collection of poems

Late night thoughts of a lonely, depressed girl. Will the sadness ever stop?

Harmony is 21 and pregnant, married to her childhood sweetheart,thinking she's living the perfect life.How will she cope when it all falls apart?