Insomnia Stories

They say the deepest conversations happen late at night, when the sky is dark, the stars are bright, and the brain is too tired to hide feelings or filter what you're trying to say. So what happens when the blonde beauty with insomnia and the cowboy who stays up all night start texting every night? Read to find out!

Charlotte is a quiet academic, she keeps her head down and focuses on the jobs that she is forced to face. No-body knows her secret, and for good reason, it's not their business. She's too tired for many friends, for people who she actually cares about, instead she buries her face in her desk during the day , and at night she simply dives into coursework. Finley is a fairly popular guy, he's in a few of her classes, but doesn't know much of her since he's new, in fact nothing at all. That's her specialty, staying hidden, hiding from others and the spotlight that continues to circulate around uni. Until one day Finley and Charlotte find themselves closer together than ever intended.

A fantasy western about a mentally ill but physically strong man on a journey of revenge exploring wide open deserts as he battles monsters both external and internal. Occasional art. Feel free to hate im trying to get better at writing. Please read it I need the feed back 🙏 It has an interesting magic system i promise 🙏🙏🙏

Sanam doesn't believe in love - only in choices. But her dreams and her obsession with a name saim never let her feel that love doesn't exist. So when she agrees to marry Raza, it isn't for romance. It's for stability. For control. For the life she has carefully planned - a future built on ambition, not emotions. But some things refuse to stay buried. Her dreams begin to change. A name she once whispered at thirteen. A name her heart never truly forgot. As the lines between dreams and reality begin to blur, Sanam is forced to question everything she believes in. Is she living the life she chose... or the one her soul has been trying to remember all along?

These stories are a full transcript from each episode of my "Melody's Ambient Sleep" series 4 podcast. Each podcast episode features soothing ambient music and either a short story or poem read in my calming voice. All produced to help you drift into a deep sleep. I release new podcast episodes and stories every few days. Enjoy listening or reading the transcripts in this book. 🎧 To find all my Podcasts, such as 'Melody's Ambience Meditation', just search for 'Melody's Ambience' in your favourite app. 💌 You can get in touch with me @melodysambience on Facebook and Instagram or email melodys.ambience@gmail.com Melody❤️

This is a pureshadow story, I see the deciet trio as a family so...yeah! And whenever I read pureshadow/puremilk/shadowvanilla where shadow milk like moves in with pv i always wonder what happen to candy apple cookie and black sapphire, so...yeah, first few chapters are gonna be mama shadow milk 😁

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

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Hongjoong is a famous producer under KQ entertainment. Seonghwa, a new trainee, joins the label too and knows oddly much about Hongjoong. Why does he know that much? And why does Hongjoong feel both, scary and butterflies in his stomach when he's close to Seonghwa? A Hongjoong x Seonghwaa fanfiction about stalking, romance, insomnia and mental health problems (TW follow)

Hongjoong is a famous producer under KQ entertainment. Seonghwa, a new trainee, joins the label too and knows oddly much about Hongjoong. Why does he know that much? And why does Hongjoong feel both, scary and butterflies in his stomach when he's close to Seonghwa? A Hongjoong x Seongwha fanfiction about stalking, romance, insomnia and mental health problems (TW follow)

Prophetic power was one I could have gone without just fine. Even before I was born, snapshots of the future constantly plagued my mind. Paris shooting down Achilles. Alexander the Great's reign. Joan of Arc's death. Vincent Van Gogh. Boy, was it confusing when I saw Sombr for the first time. Anyways, most of those snapshots had been tragedies-which isn't all that surprising. The Greeks invented tragedy. But it's safe to say that I had no love for prophecy. Especially not after the whole Python ordeal. It had been three years since my trials as Lester Papadoupolos. Meg's fifteenth birthday was coming up soon, and Lityerses had turned "twenty" last week. Georgina had hit the double-digits last month (No, I did not tear up-shut up, Meg). Percy and Annabeth would be finishing their final year of college soon, and Will and Nico would be starting their first. Everything was peaceful. So imagine my surprise when my beloved Oracle of Delphi possessed me in front of the entire council.

It's back bitches! That's right! IVE BROUGHT BACK AN OG! If you don't know this story and why I'm bringing it back then u genuinely haven't been a long time fan(no problem with that) just know if you did read the original There will be some changes...wait what? *looks at script*oh fuck thats about it...Anyway, fuck it we ball. Enjoy the shit show and MEMES!!!

Jade Reyes has spent the last eight years learning one thing: how to be whoever she needs to be. Taken at nine, ripped from everything she knew alongside her best friend, trained inside a facility that doesn't exist on any map, she's never questioned an order. Not because she believes in what she does. But because the alternative is worse. Now she has her first real mission. Go back to the city she was stolen from. Get close to the right people. Steal what they need. Get out. Simple enough. But what happens when Jade starts to care about the ones she's supposed to use? What happens when the past she left behind starts pulling her back, and the girl she used to be starts to resurface? What happens when a certain billionaire's son makes her forget, just for a moment, why she came? What happens when the line between the act and reality starts to blur? Jade has survived everything they've thrown at her. But this time, survival might mean losing the one thing they never managed to take. Herself.

On March 30th, 2022, my friend @Undecided_404 and I were at a sleepover when one of our friends randomly deemed me the "purest of the group" and went on to talk about how innocent I am. This went on for a few minutes, and once I got a chance to speak, I said, "I'm literally the one who roleplays smut with strangers on Omegle." The room seemed to go quiet. Later that day, I was bored at this friend's house, having grown tired of attempting to watch Heartstopper while a certain loud mouth of the group was raging over something, hell if I knew what, but he wouldn't shut up. So we ditched it, watching all but two episodes. I sat on the recliner, my laptop open as I begged everyone around me not to bump it. (If you bump it, even slightly it reboots and I lose everything.) I was making a Gacha Club character I was super proud of (Don't judge, it's therapeutic to me) when Undecided asked if I could get on Omegle. She decided she wanted to roleplay one of my MHA starters, but wanted to match with me on her phone. 2nd try, we did match up, and this is what we created. The beginning was on Omegle, but after I had to go home, we decided to save the log's link and continue it on a shared doc. This story is far from finished, and while this version doesn't have any smut, a new version I'll later write, will. (We both decided we were uncomfortable doing such together.)

In the heart of an elite, tradition-bound Haveli, a miracle was born into a lineage of iron-willed men. For five years, she was their "jaan"-a girl worshipped as a living deity by her father and four protective brothers. But in this house, love is a double-edged sword, and "Honor" is the only law. ​One unexplained tragedy, one silent witness, and one misunderstood moment turned the family's crown jewel into their greatest shame. To preserve their pride, the men who once swore to die for her chose to erase her instead.

It starts with silence. No alarm. No event. Just the quiet. And then things stop making sense-small things at first. Time. Memory. Reflection. Something is moving in the stillness, and it's listening.

Kim Doyoung has everything under control. At least, that's what everyone thinks. As a luxury hotel operations manager, his life runs on schedules, perfection, and endless responsibility. He's the one people rely on-the one who never breaks. But behind the polished image is a man who hasn't slept properly in months. Headaches that won't go away. Nights that feel too long. A heart that learned to shut down after loving once... and losing. To Doyoung, rest is a weakness. And he refuses to be weak. Until his body forces him to stop. That's when he meets Dr. So Junghwan A traditional medicine doctor with a quiet voice, warm eyes, and an annoying habit of seeing right through him. Junghwan doesn't lecture, doesn't push he simply stays, offering care in the smallest, gentlest ways. Bitter herbal medicine. Soft reminders to eat. Late-night check-ins that feel too personal to be just "treatment." What starts as a doctor-patient relationship slowly becomes something else. Something softer. Something dangerous. Something Doyoung doesn't know how to run from. Because Junghwan isn't trying to fix him. He's just there steady, patient, and warm waiting for Doyoung to finally stop running. In a life full of pressure and expectations, Doyoung begins to learn maybe the best thing isn't success, or perfection... but having someone who makes you feel safe enough to finally rest.

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

A quiet apartment. A sleepless night. And a scent that shouldn't exist. After a strange, paralyzing experience at 2 a.m., a boy finds himself pulled into a series of moments that feel just slightly... off. A fragile jasmine flower appears where it shouldn't. A phone keeps ringing with a name he can't ignore. The city outside feels distant, almost unreal, as if it's watching him back. Through drifting thoughts, late-night reflections, and a strangely playful yet heavy encounter with his ex, reality begins to blur with memory, guilt, and something he refuses to face. The past lingers in small things,unfinished conversations, missed chances, and emotions that never really left. This is a story about silence that speaks, love that fades but never disappears, and the quiet weight of things we didn't do when it mattered most. And somewhere in it all... something keeps calling.

"The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you." Orion Blackwood lives in two worlds. By day, he is a man of mirrors and gray commutes, moving through the "architecture of obligation" in a world of identical suits and rhythmic monotony. But by night, he explores the Star-Forest-an alien landscape where grief has no object and light precedes temperature. When the boundary between his waking insomnia and his cosmic cartography begins to dissolve, Orion must confront the "garden of lost shades": a place where things have not died, but have simply lost their color. In the vein of The Midnight Library and Solaris, The Gravity of Lost Shades is a lyrical, atmospheric exploration of the absurd, the melancholic, and the quiet beauty found in the silence of the universe. It is a novel for anyone who has ever looked at the ceiling and found it looking back.