Introspective Stories

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.

Aurora is done. Done with the death. With the despair. With the pointless weakness. With the shattering devastation. With the truth. She is better than all of it. She knows she is. The Night knows she is. When she is pulled to a camp of demigods- the children of Greek gods who live and train together- Aurora is reminded of it all. Of all of the things that happened before. Aurora must decide whether her grief will consume her- or become her greatest glory. These events are a few years following the trials of Apollo series by Rick Riordan. Clean slowburn, with a lot of character development. First person writing.

"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? This is the English translation of "増井出張写真館～あなたの幸せ、切り撮ります." You can read the original Japanese version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397066248-%E5%A2%97%E4%BA%95%E5%87%BA%E5%BC%B5%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F%E9%A4%A8%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%82%E3%81%AA%E3%81%9F%E3%81%AE%E5%B9%B8%E3%81%9B%E3%80%81%E5%88%87%E3%82%8A%E6%92%AE%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%EF%BD%9E

Charlie never meant to fall in love. He just did what he always does - listened, remembered, stayed. Mary Jane never believed in love the way people talk about it. Too loud. Too fragile. Too demanding. She preferred things unnamed. Unclaimed. Safe. What begins quietly in a library grows into shared walks, inside jokes, borrowed jackets, and silences that feel like home. To the outside world, they look effortless. To each other, they feel real. And for a while, that feels like enough. But love isn't just about care or intensity. It's about compatibility. About being able to speak without fear. About not shrinking to stay. As feelings deepen, the cracks don't arrive as explosions - they arrive as pauses. Unanswered questions. Apologies said too often. Effort mistaken for closeness. Love slowly turning into something that asks more than it gives. This is not a story about betrayal. No one cheats. No one is cruel. No one is the villain. This is a story about two people who loved each other deeply... just not in the same way. A quiet, honest coming-of-age novel about misfit love, emotional timing, and the kind of heartbreak that doesn't destroy you - it teaches you.

Book Descriptions are so Irritating. If you want to read a book, just read it. Why do you want to know the description? -That's Kai, and this is his story. Excuse me, whoever is writing a shit of my life, get your head checked. What's there to even write about my life? -A book unlike any other, focusing on Kai's monologues of life and his journey to find his purpose in life. Excuse me, what!!!, That makes me seem like I am depressed, I am fucking not!!! -Join him on his journey of badminton and contemplate thoughts about life. It's not that deep, dude, stop!!! -Junior school last year arc is undergoing.

Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with after reading Shakespeare lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

Pov from indifference with the world & fullness with myself

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

Some people meet at the wrong place. Some meet at the wrong time. And some... never meet at all. She writes letters meant for her future self. He writes confessions addressed to his past. They find each other in a forgotten corner of the internet- through words, through silence, through truths they have never spoken out loud. No names. No faces. No promises. Just a connection that shouldn't exist. As their bond deepens, they discover something unsettling: they live in the same city, walked the same halls, breathed the same air- but never at the same time. Because one of them is living in the present. And the other is trapped in the past. This is a story about missed timing, emotional intimacy, and the versions of ourselves we leave behind. About loving someone not for who they are- but for who they were. ✨ A slow-burn psychological romance ✨ Written in letters, confessions, and quiet moments ✨ For readers who believe words can hurt more than silence 🕯️ Sometimes, the greatest love story is the one that was never meant to happen.

The city belongs to the mafia, and morality is considered a weakness. A young assasin was never supposed to question the system, but they do. In a world ruled by power, hesitation can bring on fatal conseqences.

She doesn't ask for help. Not because she can't. But because she doesn't want to be heavy. Ira has mastered the art of leaving early. Before staying costs her more than moving on.

He tells himself he can turn back at any time. That it's just a drive. That the envelope on the passenger seat doesn't mean anything yet. As the miles slip by, memories refuse to stay quiet - shared lifts, late nights, familiar cafés, and all the moments that hovered on the edge of something more. They were never together. But they were never nothing either. An invitation has a way of reopening doors you thought had closed for good. Some stories are about the choices you make. This one is about the ones you didn't.

this story is about boy staying in his uncle house. after problem with his uncle, he went to meadow by his trumpet. but as he blow the trumpet, he met stars that talked to him. the stars followed him and the stars invited him to the surrealist, dreamlike world where the labyrinth shouldn't existed. inspiration from J.L Borges, M.C Esher illustration and the owl house character.

Some love stories are loud. This one was almost silent. It began with conversations that felt safe, words that lingered longer than they should, and a connection that grew in the quiet spaces-where nothing was promised, yet everything felt real. Over the course of one year, two souls circled each other through distance, timing, and unspoken truths. Feelings deepened. Doubts grew. And what was never fully named became impossible to forget. This is a story about: the love that almost was the things we feel but never say and the kind of connection that stays, even after it ends Because some stories don't end with goodbye. They end by becoming a part of you.

They knew each other for years through screens and words. When they finally met, it wasn't fireworks, it was silence, distance, and realization. This is a story about connection, timing, and choosing clarity over hope.

A mythos lit into being by an angel's descent, the forgotten memory of a shattered flower, and a sister sealed in human skin-slowly recovering who she is within the Dreaming. Five cosmic brothers and one watchful demon circle the past she can't outrun. This is a family reunion she never chose... and one the universe might not survive.

When Ivan Nikolaiev receives a letter from Alexey Boscóv, an old friend from childhood, his carefully constructed solitude begins to fracture. A pianist living in Paris, Ivan has learned to survive through restraint: disciplined habits, controlled emotions, and a deliberate distance from faith, family, and attachment. The invitation to visit Alexey's rural estate appears, at first, harmless-a return to familiar ground, an interruption of routine. Yet what awaits him there is not nostalgia, but moral tension: a household governed by unspoken hierarchies, inherited authority, and a quiet but dangerous intimacy. At the heart of the Boscóv family stands Ana-Alexey's wife-whose presence unsettles Ivan in ways he neither seeks nor fully understands. As days pass, glances are misread, gestures gain weight, and suspicion slowly replaces trust. What is seen matters less than what is believed; what is said matters less than what is remembered. This novel unfolds as a psychological and moral inquiry rather than a tale of scandal. It explores friendship, loyalty, jealousy, faith lost and half-remembered, and the fragile boundaries between thought and action. Written in a restrained, classical style, it invites the reader to observe rather than judge-and to linger in the silences where guilt, love, and conscience quietly take form.

Seoul After Midnight - 31 Nights is a collection of small stories that happen when the city quiets down and people stop performing. Each night is a moment - an accidental meeting, a conversation over bad coffee, a doorway left open, a kindness offered without questions. Some encounters feel like sparks. Some feel like warmth. Some feel like being seen in a way you didn't ask for but secretly needed. These aren't grand love stories. They're late-night truths. The kind that slip out when the lights are softer, when the streets are nearly empty, when you finally stop editing yourself mid-sentence. Thirty-one nights. One city. A handful of strangers who don't stay strangers for long. And a narrator learning, slowly, that taking up space can be gentle too.

What if love doesn't have to be passionate to be real? In this story, two young people, Matthew and Ella, meet in a silence that isn't empty. They create a relationship that requires nothing more than their presence. No grand gestures, only an invisible connection that resonates in the silence between them. This story asks: can love be full even when it doesn't follow expectations? Can a person be close to another without having to prove anything?

If hatred were taken from me, I would die of emptiness. It is the only thing that has never abandoned me......