Introspective Stories

Hyunjin doesn't mean to end up in the small gallery tucked between a bakery and an alleyway- but it's raining, and the door's open, and he's tired in a way he can't explain. Aeri doesn't recognize him. She's too busy trying to remember what it means to make art that feels like hers again. They don't talk much at first. Then they do. Not about everything, but about the things that matter. Sketchbooks are exchanged. Silence is shared. Somewhere in the middle of all that stillness, they start becoming something to each other. Not lovers. Not strangers. Just... safe. And when the world starts noticing, neither of them runs. They just stay exactly where they are. ૮₍ '• ˕ •' ₎ა This story is quiet on purpose. I started 'something that feels quiet' because I wanted to explore what it means to be known in silence, not because of who you are to the world, but because of who you are when no one's looking. It's not a story about grand confessions or fast-paced drama. It's about the small things: an unreadable look, the stillness between two people, the comfort of being seen without being recognized. Aeri and Hyunjin's connection isn't loud. It's soft and slow, like art you stand in front of for a long time before realizing why it moves you. If you've ever felt burnt out, like your presence takes up too much space, or maybe not enough, I hope this story gives you a moment of peace-something gentle, something still. Thank you for being here and for letting quiet things have space to bloom. - H

"I didn't want this to burn out too fast. I wanted it to last, slow and steady, a burning ember that glowed for eternity." She's breaking under expectations. He's suffocating under love. Valeriana has spent her whole life performing as the perfect daughter while quietly falling apart under the weight of never being enough. Darius grew up in warmth and freedom, only to find that too much love can also be a cage. At Ceridian University, Valeriana just wants to survive another semester. Darius just wants to do his job and keep his heart out of it. But when their paths cross; the tutor sessions, quiet teasing, dinners, and moments that weren't supposed to matter turns into something neither expected. A bond built on shared exhaustion and unspoken care. They teach each other how to breathe again. How to laugh when the world feels too heavy. How to love without needing to be perfect. But as their connection deepens, so does the fear of losing control, of being too much, of not being enough. Because love, for them, isn't a rescue. It's a slow unravelling. A choice to stay when it would be easier to run. "The Way We Mend" is a tender, slow-burn romance about burnout, healing, and the quiet courage of being seen and loved as you are. {This is an original work written by me. I only upload this on Wattpad.} [Updates: 3 times a week] Illustrations page for the webnovel: https://www.instagram.com/hemlosa.my

Des textes jetés là, sans raison ni logique Parce qu'à force de tourner dans ma tête ils ont fini sur du papier Et je ne sais pas quoi faire de tous ces écrits A part les proposer à ceux chez qui ils pourraient résonner Texts tossed here, with no plan or purpose Having danced in my mind long enough to land on paper And I don't quite know what to do with them all Other than offer them to those who might find some truth there

"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

Midoriya Izuku has always followed his childhood friend Kacchan everywhere and in everything. He chased after that back as if touching it was his only reason for living. Bakugō Katsuki had always known about Deku's obsession with him, and felt a secret comfort in it. He would always be there, behind him, as if it were a silent promise between them. But promises are often broken, and Katsuki has to learn this the hard way. Suddenly, war breaks out and Deku disappears. Into thin air, who knows where, with a stupid farewell letter. Katsuki looks for him behind him as they did when they were children, in front of him, far away from him, running at full speed and shouting his name. But Deku is gone, everywhere he turns. And everything, inside him, begins to fall apart. Or in which, we retrace Katsuki's point of view when Izuku leaves Yuuei. ─────.•*:｡☂｡:*•.───── [ ☂ ] Songfic set to the tune of "Due altalene [Two Swings]" by Mr. Rain, on the BakuDeku/DekuBaku ship from Boku no Hero Academia [ ☂ ] AU: original, 6th season of the anime (no manga spoilers). Introspective, angst, happy ending [ ☂ ] The right to the arts belong to the artists indicated. The rights to the characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi, those to the plot to me. Don't steal or copy! (I see you) ─────.•*:｡☂｡:*•.───── Publication: 09/08 - 06/15/24 Chapters: 2 (300 words) + 8 (3-5000 words). Reading time: 5 h Rankings: 1st #dekubaku, 4th #introspective, 10th #myheroacademia Cover art: @/unknown

Follow the journey of two friends whose lives are forever changed after a cosmic event unleashes the forces of both the dead and the divine upon their world. Too young to abandon everything, yet too old to truly hold on, they strive to walk a path in between. Under the watch of the ambiguous guide, Kira, they seek to uncover the secrets of the universe, existence, and the true meaning of life. Join this philosophical adventure to enjoy meaningful writing and thoughtful world building!

Inside her mind is a room without doors. A place where silence speaks, shadows listen, and imagination refuses to stay small. Imaginations of a Deep Thinker is a journey through the layered universe of a girl who thinks too deeply, feels too intensely, and lives too loudly inside her own head. Here, thoughts become poetry, pain becomes confession, and reality bends into stories that taste like dreams and nightmares woven together. This book is not just a collection of writing- it is an autopsy of emotion, a map of inner worlds, and a quiet exploration of the parts of us we hide from everyone else. If you've ever: - overthought your own heartbeat, - felt too much, too fast, - lived more in your mind than in the world, - or carried pain like a second skin... Then this is your sanctuary. Step inside her mind. But take a deep breath first the truth here is heavy, and the imagination is endless.

In a world painted with both light and shadow, a love that starts with insults and quiet pain evolves into something consuming, tender, and dangerous. From stolen moments in blooming rose fields to whispers of devotion in the still of the night, two hearts navigate trust, vulnerability, and the scars of past trauma. But when fate twists cruelly, their bond is tested like never before. Loyalties will be questioned, courage will be demanded, and the line between love and obsession will blur. Because some hearts are worth fighting the entire world for... even if it means risking everything.

FalseMe is a revolutionary dating app: to sign up, you must provide four truths and one lie. But the algorithm doesn't judge what you say... it analyzes why you lie. Fear, shame, jealousy - FalseMe detects hidden wounds and connects people who are emotionally compatible, all while keeping each user's lie secret. By chance, Liora signs up, encouraged by her friend, convinced that her lie - the only one she has never forgiven herself for - will never lead to any match. Yet she receives a 97% compatibility score with Soren, a boy as sensitive as he is mysterious. As their conversations unfold, their connection grows unsettling: same nightmares, same phobias, same invisible scars. FalseMe has paired them for a reason they have yet to understand, creating an intense bond they feel compelled to unravel. But some lies should never be revealed... - Warning - This story is an entirely original work of fiction. Its universe, characters, and all narrative elements are the exclusive creation of Univun. All rights reserved. No reproduction, distribution, adaptation, or use - whether partial or complete - is allowed without my prior consent. Any commercial use or unauthorized reuse is strictly prohibited. Plagiarism and counterfeiting are punishable by law (notably Articles L335-2 and L335-3 of the French Intellectual Property Code); any violation of these rights may result in civil and criminal penalties. Thank you for respecting my work.

"Narcissus does not die because he loves his image. He dies because he cannot possess it."

When archaeology student Sushma Sharma journeys to Mohenjo-Daro in 1964, she expects dust, ruins, and the echoes of history. Instead, she finds herself pulled into a world where the Indus Valley still breathes, its streets alive with voices, its secrets guarded by those who fear change as much as they fear forgetting. Caught between loyalty and suspicion, Sushma must navigate council chambers, whispered prophecies, and the quiet strength of Aum, whose presence feels older than time itself. Her satchel, her grandmother's copper bracelet, and her own intuition become the only anchors she has as history presses its weight upon her. But Mohenjo-Daro is not just a city of the past-it is a city that remembers, a city that waits. And Sushma must decide whether she has been called to witness, to protect, or to change it forever. Whispers of the Forgotten River is a lyrical tale of memory, destiny, and the bonds that transcend centuries. For those who listen closely, time itself still whispers.

At 2 A.M., the truth confronted me. At 3 A.M., I confronted myself. 3 A.M. Realisation is the quiet moment after the storm - when the tears have dried, the demons have retreated, and the room feels painfully honest. It's where conviction turns into clarity, and clarity turns into healing. These are the thoughts that wake you before dawn: the prayers you were too tired to finish, the habits you thought you hid from God, the forgiveness you didn't know you needed, the peace you didn't think you deserved. Set in the familiar streets and spiritual rhythms of Nigeria, this book is a reflective, emotional, faith-centred journey - the softer, wiser sequel to The 2 A.M. Confessions. When the night is quiet and the world is sleeping, Heaven still speaks. At 3 A.M., you finally hear it.

À 25 ans, j'ai compris que chaque année était un chapitre. Celui-ci est le mien. Bye Bye 25 Yo est un voyage entre famille, amitiés, études, amours, foi, santé mentale... Toutes les leçons qui m'ont construite. Ceci est mon passage vers 26 ans : un adieu, une renaissance, une lettre à moi-même.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

Perfect combination of tea and my thoughts.

In the far future, humans have left Earth behind in search of a new home after climate change, war, and destruction have left it uninhabitable. Believing that Earth can one day be restored to its original beauty, the ones that abandoned their natural bodies to help the planet's restoration were called remainers. For hundreds of years, the remainers spent their time slowly helping the Earth return to their former glory. In this land where humans have not walked for centuries, two remainers discover a young boy in cryosleep deep beneath the Earth. How will this child, alone in a world with no other humans, come to live on this strange planet?

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

This collection brings together micro-stories, notes, and original quotes written during travels, rainy afternoons, and sleepless nights. An itinerary of reflections on an intimate map of light and shadow, where I chart a journey through my inner world in an attempt to understand so I can let go or accept-and, with a bit of luck-turn wounds into wings. Updates: Mon, Tue, Thu & Sun - 7:30 p.m. CET

The sky is never seen the same way again. A colossal alien presence settles over Earth - not as an invasion, but as a permanence. From a New York rooftop, one man watches the world unravel as truth fractures, power rewrites reality, and humanity slowly learns what it means to live beneath something that will never leave. This is not about the end of the world. It's about what's left when it doesn't. Our Ordinary First Contact is an original short story written by J. R. McGee III