Истории Introspective

Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

25-year old Lee still hasn't figured out why they could not form any long-lasting relationships, even friendships for that matter. Aside from family members, which they are obligated to talk to, there is no one else Lee had even come close to calling a friend. Well, maybe except for one. -------- Submitted for ONC 2026 @OpenNovellaContest Using the following prompts : 29. You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints in your heart. 104. While wandering in the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more than wind through the trees until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all. 106. After waking at 3AM to a freezing room and a door you're certain you closed, you find wet footprints and melting snow leading from your bedroom into the hall. Realizing someone or something is inside your home, you follow the trail to uncover the truth. All rights reserved by @J. Lee Kennedy, except for images contained in this book. Crayon drawing "Wander XIX" by @Clara Lieu. Copyright of images, including cover art, belong to their rightful owners, and are attributed accordingly, or used in accordance with the rules of Creative Commons licensing as "fair use." Altered, filtered, or edited images are copyrighted by the author in its final form.

Another RL adventure, just like I promised! Because honestly, can we ever get enough of them? But this time, it's a special collection of one-shots-and yes, you can even send in your requests. So dive in, enjoy every twist and turn, and have fun along the way!

Sable Travingdale hates summer. And summer seems to hate her back. Between floods, grief, and ghosted friendships (literally and hypothetically), every summer feels like a rerun of something she didn't ask for. But this year, she's enrolled in summer classes at Bluegrass Valley Community College. Partially to avoid her house, mostly to prove to summer that she'll keep fighting it. There, she meets Nova: a plant-obsessed chaos engine with quirks for hobbies and a jungle for an apartment. Alongside Elowen: quiet, observant, possibly psychic; and Jesse Moore, the boy she remembers too well, who doesn't seem to remember her at all. But memory has sharp edges. And when Jesse starts showing up more often: annoying, chatty, and completely unaware, Sable is forced to confront what it means to be remembered wrong... or not at all, all while being pulled into a summer of playlists, plants, and emotional detours. Even then, summer keeps dragging her in. Hope you brought your boots, 'cause it's gonna be a messy summer!

When people betray you, you don't just lose trust in them. You lose yourself. Aiden stopped explaining a long time ago. At school, he's quiet. Invisible. Forgotten. At home, silence says more than words ever did. But online, under the name BellAfterMidnight, his words are everywhere- felt by thousands who don't know his face. Between a past that blamed him, a family that noticed too late, an obsession that won't let go, and a nameless girl on a school rooftop who listens without asking- this is the story of a boy learning that silence can protect you... but it can't heal you. A slow-burn, emotional story about trauma, anonymity, and quiet connection.

As a therapist myself I started writing this novel/series to help myself deeply integrate psychological theories, methods, and regulations deeply in preparation for various professional situations. I hope you find psychoeducation wound into the fantasy world of St.Vespers Academy in this YA styled book. Blossom Bright never meant to become a therapist. She only meant to survive. When she is accepted into an elite, secretive academy that trains students in the art of healing the human mind, Blossom quickly learns that therapy is not just science - it is structure, power, and sometimes something far more dangerous. Within the stone corridors of the Academy, houses are divided by philosophy, loyalties are tested by emotional truths, and the boundary between clinician and savior begins to blur. As Blossom struggles to master the delicate hierarchy of care - safety before insight, law before emotion, assessment before depth - she becomes entangled in mysteries buried beneath the institution itself. A force known only as the Field whispers through grief, urgency, and doubt, tempting therapists to abandon structure in the name of compassion. Alongside the brilliant and quietly unsettling Naurice Thorne, and under the steady presence of Rowan - whose understanding feels too precise to be coincidence - Blossom must learn the most difficult lesson of all: Sometimes healing requires restraint. Sometimes love requires distance. And sometimes the most dangerous mistake is believing you are the answer. In a world where empathy can become obsession and competence can become power, Blossom must decide not only how to pass the trials of the Academy... ...but what kind of therapist she is willing to become.

"Soft Places to Land" follows Mara as she stumbles through the messy, unpredictable, and often humiliating process of getting over someone. One day, she's convinced she's fine. Empowered, even. The next, she's spiraling over an old photo, replaying every mistake, every moment, every 'what if'. This isn't a polished, graceful heartbreak story. It's about the cringe-worthy, unspoken realities. The late-night deep dives into an ex's social media, the irrational justifications, and the way grief sneaks up on you in grocery store aisles and familiar songs. It's about the things no one warns you about, but everyone secretly endures. The world teaches us to chase love like it's the end goal. But maybe what we really need isn't another person to hold us together; it's the ability to be our own soft place to land. And for Mara, that means unlearning everything she thought she knew about love, healing, and herself.

These are poems, I created in my head. They are on real events. Not always about serious things, some have peaceful yet beautiful things. Trigger warnings include: Mention of depression mention of suicide mention of bullying mention of ableism mention of abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional, financial, etc) and trauma if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. If you can, seek professional help. If you relate or resonate with these experiences let me know. Because I want to say that...you're not alone. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment and vote, no pressure. PUBLISHED DATE: 11th March 2026 COMPLETED:

I wrote these poems to expose myself and understand my mind Original photo of hawk by Joe DeSousa on Unsplash

Wiphala is a remote estate that does not exist on social media, is never advertised, and can only be reached through word of mouth. Those who manage to secure a stay all say the same thing: "No one comes back the same." There, certain trees -known as The Elders- respond to absolute honesty. They grow. They expand. They reshape the landscape. Emma arrives searching for something she cannot name. But Emma is not Emma. She is Carol -a journalist who, after the highly publicized death of her son, staged her own disappearance. In Wiphala, she will discover that some trees do more than grow from truth... Some embody what we believed was lost forever. Tender, symbolic, and deeply human, Diary of a Tree with a Wide Canopy and Shallow Roots explores grief, identity, inherited silence, and the fragile hope that survives even in shallow ground. Enter gently. Some secrets are waiting to be trusted with you.

She has learned to hide in the quiet where no one asks questions, where no one expects answers. But silence can be loud. In the stillness of the library, she thought she was safe. Until he chose to break it.... No words. No promises. Just the steady presence of someone who refuses to leave. And suddenly, the space between them is filled with something neither of them can name. She vowed never to trust again - but sometimes, the hardest walls to break are the ones you build around your heart. What happens when silence is no longer enough? Sometimes, strangers speak the loudest. "A story of broken trust, unexpected friendship, and the healing power of silence." ✨ Entered into the 2025 Watty Awards! ✨ Read, vote, and share 💜................

A raw, unfiltered look into the mind of a teenager trying to navigate the chaos of life, identity, and social expectations.

It had become Emil Santiago's habit to climb onto the roof every afternoon at three, to release a paper airplane into the sky-a ritual he believed would carry his messages to his departed brother. Unbeknownst to him, a quiet presence watched from the window of the neighboring house-Samira Elise "Mira" Alcaraz, a young girl recovering from surgery, bravely facing the fear she carried in silence. At the meeting of their worlds, silence became a bond. Between paper airplanes and words that did not need to be spoken aloud, they slowly found peace, healing, and a connection bound by the sky. -- Please note: This is a non-romance story. Its themes center on self-reflection, healing, and human experience without a romantic narrative.

Maagang namulat sa realidad ng buhay si Seraphina Ray Diaz. Raised by a struggling single mother, she grew up carrying responsibilities that were never meant for her, promising herself that one day she would become a nurse and pull her mother out of poverty. But endless nights of studying and silent sacrifices slowly drained her. Even surrounded by friends, she found no comfort. She couldn't call them her "pahinga" anymore. Until a man began appearing in her dreams. Vonn Hugo De Leon. The only one who could soothe her heavy heart and silence her inner voice when reality became too harsh on her. As she grew closer to the man who lived only in her dreams, Seraphina found herself wanting to sleep forever and escape the world that had always been cruel towards her. Ngunit nang sila ay ipinagtagpo, imbis na kaginhawaan ang maramdaman- she was forced to face the demons she thought she had buried long ago.

Twenty-one summer days. Busan as an anchor. Jeju as a quiet mirror. She travels alone - not to escape her life, but to breathe inside it again. The plan is simple: sea air, slow mornings, food that tastes like comfort, walking until her thoughts soften. But the coast has its own way of speaking, and it sends her people. A newlywed couple on a train, bright with first-times. An ajumma who adopts her for lunch like it's law. A barista who writes poetry on cups, leaving secret notes in ink. A lifeguard with a quiet voice and a little child at home who only wants the beach. A widow who swims every morning and greets the water first, like respect. A sailor who misses home in tastes and small sounds. A diver who reminds her the sea is beautiful - and hungry. An old couple who bickers like choreography, devotion tucked under humor. Each encounter leaves a small mark. Not a dramatic twist - a gentle shift. A proof that kindness still exists, that softness is allowed, that being alone isn't the same as being lonely. And threaded through it all is Minjoon - the one she misses in specific ways. His voice in the morning. His scent on clean sheets. His touch at night that tells her she doesn't have to hold herself together alone. She writes him two letters from inside the trip, telling him about the people she's met and the things she's learning, and how the sea keeps rearranging her from the inside. On Day 21, the last morning, she expects housekeeping... or nothing at all. Instead, home knocks. This is a soft, cinematic story about sea-light and small truths - about longing as proof, not weakness - and about learning, day by day, that anchors aren't places. They're people. And the way you're met.

Momento is a quiet, soft dark fantasy about time, endurance, and the cost of surviving unseen. While others race forward, Momento lingers. Watching, learning, collecting moments most people overlook. When opportunity is offered with one hand and taken away with the other, he discovers that not all failures are losses, and not all exits are defeats. This is a story about institutions that praise strength while draining it, optimism that arrives before it's ready to stay, and the kind of clarity that only comes from leaving with something intact. Those who survive quietly are often mistaken for those who lost. Momento lets them believe that.

"I'll go anywhere as long as there's a slope." The photo studio is located on the largest island in Japan's Seto Inland Sea. "Masui Traveling Photo Studio" is a small studio run by Shinya Masui, a photographer who uses a wheelchair. Because he can't take physically demanding shots, Shinya puts his whole heart into capturing the true beauty of his subjects. Nothing much happens, but something is definitely unfolding in Shinya's daily life. It's gentle and brings back a nostalgic feeling. If you like, why not take a peek into his world and share those moments with him?

I still look for you in every person I meet. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. I ruined everything. But a better tomorrow exists. And for the first time, it feels close

An anthology of poems that I wrote from 2022-2026