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Under the quiet glow of the moon, a lone writer leaves behind a story no one asked for-yet one many may recognize. A story of a boy born into sorrow, a mother who held the world together, and the grief that reshaped everything. This is not a tale of heroes, nor of miracles. It is simply a life lived in shadows, carried forward by the faint hope that someone, somewhere, might understand. A Story I Wrote is a quiet confession left for whoever happens to pass by-a reminder that even the most forgotten soul still has something worth saying

Life is like a rollercoaster, it has its ups and downs, but it's your choice whether to scream or enjoy the ride... When life's rollercoaster throws you off track, do you scream, or do you hold on tight? For Ira and Rudraksh, the journey is far from smooth: one suffocating under the weight of failure, the other nursing a heart shattered into pieces. Two strangers caught in life's ugliest turns, where every step forward is a fight against invisible battles. This is not a story of being saved by each other, but of learning to live despite the wreckage, of finding the courage to stand when the ground never stops shaking. But if their paths converge-bringing their emotions and differences-will they find solace in each other, or will those very differences pull them apart? ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ GENRES: General Fiction • Literary Fiction • Contemporary • New Adult • Realistic Fiction ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is a work of imagination, entirely original and fictional. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental. Please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate it without the author's (Jambudweep's) written permission. ⚠️ Ownership: All characters, plot, dialogues, poetry, and storyline belong to me, the author. I do not own any images or songs used; they belong to their respective owners. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotionally heavy and socially sensitive themes. I experience alexithymia, which means I may not always recognize or describe emotions in the usual way. Because of this, I cannot guarantee advance warnings for every scene. Please read at your own discretion and take care of your wellbeing. Thank you for checking out my work!

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

Some stories don't need names. They live in the spaces between breaths, in the pauses between two strangers, in the memories that refuse to fade. This is one of those stories. A Flower Bench - a short emotional tale for anyone who's ever waited for someone... or for themselves.

When trauma nurse Katarzyna "Kasia" Kowalski returns to her working-class hometown of Bayonne, New Jersey, after twenty years, she knows what to expect: grief, family obligations, and disappointment. She worries that her teenage son, Lukas-once a five-star basketball recruit in Southern California-will become a bitter outsider whose shot at stardom has passed him by. At St. Michael's Catholic High School, with its crumbling gym, tiny student body, and basketball team held together by grit, pride, and the uncompromising vision of its hard-driving coach, they may just find the one thing they least expect: redemption. The Guardians of St. Michael's is a slow-burn, character-driven story about family, faith, love, and second chances.

A man returns to a hill he once believed belonged to him, only to discover that some bonds-formed in childhood and denied in adulthood-do not fade with time. A quiet re-imagining of a classic tale of love, denial, and the land that remembers what people try to forget.

On April 13, Anya's life changes, not in a way anyone can see. Thirteen years after her birthday, strange dreams begin to return. In them stands a silent girl, turned away, carrying a sadness that refuses to fade. At first, the dreams feel like nightmares. Then they begin to feel like memories. And finally, like a choice. As Anya is drawn into a space between remembering and forgetting, she uncovers a truth about human cruelty, not born from monsters, but from ordinary people who looked away. The girl does not ask for forgiveness. She does not ask for justice. She asks Anya to decide what happens next. Caught between compassion and hatred, Anya must confront a question far heavier than revenge: Is ending a cycle harder than continuing it? A slow-burn psychological and emotional story about memory, responsibility, and the quiet power of mercy, A Nightmare is a novel about breaking what was never meant to be inherited.

The Unsaved Moments is a quiet novella about the love that never became a story people could point to. It follows two lives that brushed past each other - conversations that almost happened, feelings that were felt too late, and futures that existed only in imagination. Told through memories, silences, and unfinished sentences, this book is for those who carry someone with them long after they've walked away. This is not a story of what happened. It is a story of what almost did.

She thought he ghosted her. He thought she didn't care. They were both wrong. Wildlife conservationist Noah meets actor Pedro at the worst possible moment -- right after throwing up on him. But instead of a disaster, it becomes the best weekend of her life. Beach walks, rainforest hikes, conversations that feel like coming home. She writes her number on a napkin. He promises to call. Ten months pass. Silence. Noah buries the hurt and throws herself into work. Pedro does the same, convinced the weekend meant nothing to her. Then they run into each other at a conservation center in Chile. The anger is immediate. So is the attraction. He lost her number. She thought he lied. Now they have three weeks to fix what broke -- or walk away from the connection they never stopped feeling. ── ⊹ ˖♡˖ ⊹ ── Hey guys! I'm almost done with this one, so I'll start posting more chapters soon. What do you think so far? Anything marked with a ♡ will have smut. There won't be much but just in case :)

Coming-of-age · Slice of life · Healing · Friendship Three lives. One quiet town. And words that were never meant to stay hidden. Elena writes to survive. Theo runs from the future. Daniel returns carrying a past he never healed. This is not a love story. This is about becoming.

Bruno has a knack. Or maybe it's a theory. In Havana,between university textbooks and the live music at La Fé, he's perfected a particular way of connecting with women. It's not magic-it's pure attention. He knows how to listen, how to observe, and, above all, how to craft a moment so real it becomes irresistible. He considers himself an advanced student in the art of attraction, and so far, his track record is flawless. His life has a perfect rhythm: quiet focus during the week, adventure on weekend nights. Everything under control. Everything flows. Until he meets Marla. Marla doesn't read beauty magazines. She doesn't follow patterns. She's a saxophonist who listens more with her hands than her ears, and she has a smile that disarms any preconceived theory. With her, his calculated lines sound like a script. His perfectly timed silences feel like emptiness. For the first time, Bruno feels like he's speaking a language she has no need to learn. What do you do when your best trick doesn't work... and you find you don't want to try another? This is the story of a guy who thought he understood how connections were made,until one arrived without an instruction manual. It's about the awkward joy of being wrong,the dizzying thrill of letting go of control, and the quiet suspicion that maybe real chemistry isn't studied in books-it's lived in the small, glorious, and absurd details. A novel about finding yourself while getting lost. About Havana,its rhythms and its secrets. And about the day the city's smoothest charmer realized the most interesting person to win over...was the version of himself he hadn't met yet.

A heartfelt and haunting coming-of-age story about the friendship that shaped a lifetime and the silent hurt that almost shattered it. Diane is the golden girl of Crestwood High-star cheerleader, straight-A student, a girl who moves through the world with effortless grace. Jimmy is the quiet boy from the wrong side of town, whose only solace is found in the margins of his notebook and the songs on his ancient cassette player. Since childhood, they've shared a private, sacred friendship. But in the glaring light of high school hierarchy, Diane only acknowledges Jimmy when no one else is watching. Everything changes when Jimmy leaves a mixtape in Diane's bag, with a single, devastating Culture Club song as its centerpiece. The lyrics become the soundtrack to his pain and the mirror to her blindness: Do you really want to hurt me? Told in alternating perspectives, this lyrical and emotionally raw novel follows the unraveling and tentative reconstruction of a bond built on secrets. As Diane confronts the casual cruelty of her double life, and Jimmy learns to turn his anguish into art, they must both ask: can a fracture become a foundation? Can the very thing that broke you be the material you use to build something new? Perfect for fans of Nina LaCour's melancholic tenderness, the social tensions of The Sky is Everywhere, and the nostalgic ache of Normal People, Do You Really Want to Hurt Me? is a poignant exploration of memory, music, and the courage it takes to look back-and to finally, truly see.

Ezryn exists in a world of quiet. For her, silence isn't empty; it's a refuge of clarity in a noisy, demanding world. She understands actions, not words. The weight of a door closing. The logic of a finished task. The sharp, clarifying pain of a burn. When the chaos of other people's emotions encroaches, her first instinct is to retreat behind her own walls. But a single, broken voice on the phone-Liora's voice-pierces that silence with a sound she cannot ignore. Liora is unraveling. The pressure to be perfect, to be strong for everyone else, has finally snapped. Huddled in the wreckage of a devastating family dinner, she is utterly alone, convinced her vulnerability is a failure. The last person she expects to see is Ezryn, a woman who communicates in gestures, not platitudes. Who doesn't tell her it will be okay, but simply sits in the dark with her, an anchor in the storm. This is where their story begins: in the quiet aftermath. It is a slow, aching journey between a woman learning how to fall apart and a woman learning how to hold the pieces. For Liora, Ezryn's steadfast presence becomes a shelter where she discovers that breaking is not the end. For Ezryn, Liora's trust becomes a quiet question she's never been asked before: what is the weight of a touch? The meaning of a heartbeat under her hand? Their connection grows in the spaces between words, in shared silence over morning coffee and the unspoken language of simply being there. But the weight of quiet is a heavy thing... Is it the beginning of peace, or merely a different kind of suffering? Can a person learn to live with their broken pieces, or is true healing something else entirely... © All rights reserved. This work is my original creation and may not be copied, reproduced, or distributed without permission.

The Bench follows a narrator drawn again and again to a quiet park seat, compelled by a dream and an unshakable sense of yearning. Days turn into weeks, and still the pull remains-until one day, a familiar figure appears, and the unspoken weight between them comes to light. A tender, timeless short story about memory, waiting, and the spaces where silence speaks.

Nafrat ho gayi h iss Ishq se ..... par us shakss se nhi ho payi jisse Ishq hua....🥀

"𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?" She once left home seeking freedom and has returned home to meet herself again. When Devika signs the divorce papers, it's not just about ending a marriage; it's also the beginning of a journey to find herself again. With a suitcase of memories, her daughter, and memories of the past that haunt her and nurture her heart, Devika returns to Madhurapatna after ten years. As forgotten wounds resurface and new bonds are formed, Devika must learn that healing isn't a destination, but a journey like the tides of the sea. With the nostalgic sea, and her daughter by her side, she learns what it means to belong, to forgive and restart life. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 is a story of second chances, quiet strength and generational healing. Join the journey of Devika as she once again learns to hold the reins of her life on 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆. Start: 07/09/25 End: TBA Updates: Every Sunday

Elia was only a child ,a heartbeat of laughter, a flicker of light in a quiet town that forgot how to listen. Then one day, the rope stopped turning. Years later, someone still remembers. Someone still hears the rhythm. And someone is finally ready to step into the silence that began it all. My story is told in 39 haunting fragments,21 Jumps and 18 Stops. This story moves between innocence and vengeance, love and grief, sound and silence. "Because what word is there for a child who disappears and never gets to grow old?"

In the city of Larkspur, no one asks personal questions. It isn't illegal. It's just impolite. People speak kindly, listen politely, and leave everything important unsaid. The city is calm, orderly, and quietly suffocating. Mira has lived by the rules her whole life until one accidental question changes everything. When she asks a coworker why he can't sleep, she discovers something the city has spent years avoiding: questions don't cause chaos. Silence does. As Mira continues to ask what others won't, people begin to unravel. Families confront buried truths. Relationships fracture or deepen. The city responds the only way it knows how with polite warnings, managed conversations, and institutional control. But once people remember how to ask "why," they can't forget it. What begins as one woman's quiet defiance spreads into something far more dangerous than rebellion: honesty. And honesty comes with a cost. Jobs are lost. Friendships end. Lives change calmly, irreversibly. The City That Did Not Ask is a grounded, psychological story about communication, control, and the uncomfortable truth that asking the right question can be more disruptive than any lie. It's not about saving the world. It's about what happens when people finally stop protecting silence more than each other.

Clara was raised where the moor teaches patience and silence. When Elias arrives, guarded and unwilling to be known, their connection forms quietly, shaped as much by what is withheld as what is offered. Time and distance pull them apart, but some loves wait-carried on wind, memory, and the choice to return.

When Smiles Cost Too Much Everyone in town knows the boy who smiles. He helps shopkeepers, breaks a few plates, and charges pocket money for his trouble. No one minds. Everyone loves him. What they don't see is why he needs the money-or how easily a smile can be used against someone who never learned to stop trusting. The Boy Who Charged for Smiles is a quiet, emotional story about innocence, family, and a town that chooses to believe when the world tries to blame the wrong person. Complete story. Updates three times a week.