Literature Stories

❝I just don't know what else to do,I am on my knees in love with you❞ He writes songs that make millions feel butterflies . But when it comes to her, he can't write a damn thing that doesn't hurt. She is used to being a footnote, he is used to being the headline. Clara Bell was the quiet overachiever - the girl who hid behind perfect grades and classic books. Alex Turner was noise incarnate - chaos,spotlight and the rockstar everyone wanted a piece of. She only meant to work part-time at a library. He only meant to escape the chaos for a while. She never planned to be his muse. He never planned to be her downfall. Neither meant to find home in the wrong person. But now they're tangled in a story that sounds a lot like a love song - and hurts twice as much. Because some love stories aren't made for the spotlight. They are made to wreck you. Cover changed on 22/10/25 For the previous, forever grateful to amazing @starwritzz

A aparência de Amaya naquele dia era uma declaração de intenções. Ela vestia uma blusa social branca, impecavelmente passada, e uma saia de pregas escura que ia até o meio de suas coxas, revelando a pele alva que parecia nunca ter tocado o sol. Por cima, a capa negra sem brasão fluía como uma sombra líquida, mas era o capuz levantado que criava a barreira final. Ele cobria a parte superior de seu rosto, deixando visíveis apenas os lábios pálidos e o queixo firme. Entre os dentes, ela sustentava um pirulito de cereja que Ninfadora lhe empurrara no último segundo - um toque de rebeldia infantil que contrastava com sua aura de seriedade. Amaya subiu no Expresso de Hogwarts. Enquanto caminhava pelos corredores estreitos, o som de sua bota batendo no chão de metal era abafado pelo burburinho constante. Ela procurava por uma cabine vazia, mas sua presença já começava a atrair olhares. Uma garota de capa sem brasão, com o rosto oculto e uma postura que exalava uma autoconfiança gelada, era uma anomalia naquele trem. Ao passar pelas cabines do meio, Amaya sentiu uma mudança na atmosfera. O ar ali parecia mais carregado, saturado de perfume caro e vozes que carregavam o peso do sobrenome e do privilégio. Foi quando ela passou pela cabine de Draco Malfoy. A porta estava entreaberta. Draco estava sentado de forma relaxada, contando vantagem sobre as férias com Pansy Parkinson e os capangas Crabbe e Goyle. Mas, assim que a sombra de Amaya cruzou o vidro da porta, o loiro se calou.

Set in 19th century, a young woman named Mary seeks only two things in her life - to be recognized as a writer and to be truly loved. When these two things colide, can they work out? Will victorian society accept her as an writer, regardless of her being woman?

﹙☁️﹚2026 ‎𐦯 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗔𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 A poetry collection where a beginner poet's musings and findings are written, with a hope that her creativity with shine ahead. I write all about the 'white jasmines' in our life - the gentle, the subtle, and the unforgettable . ☘︎ ݁˖ ♪ Jazmine Eve on allpoetry | thewhitejazmines on Instagram

• ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ DESCRIPTIONָ ֙⋆ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ━━━━━ • ✧ • ☆ • ✧ • ━━━━━ 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥.

❝ Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ❞ ~ E.E. Cummings. A Dead Poets Society Story. At Welton Academy, rules are scripture, tradition is sacred, and silence is survival. For Frances "Frankie" Whitmore - the first girl quietly enrolled under a forgotten clause - it's a place she was never meant to be. Sharp-tongued and sharper-witted, she walks the halls like a secret waiting to be kept, until a boy with ink-stained fingers and too-loud laughter sees right through her. Charlie Dalton is everything Frankie isn't supposed to want - reckless, radiant, and restless to burn the world down if it means feeling something real. But beneath the mischief and bravado is a boy with too much heart, and Frankie finds herself drawn to him like a line to a sonnet - inevitable, inexplicable, and aching to be read aloud. As they're pulled into the fold of the Dead Poets Society, where poetry is rebellion and love is its own kind of defiance, Frankie and Charlie begin to discover not just each other, but themselves. In the shadow of tragedy and expectation, they will have to choose: to follow the script or rewrite the ending. A story of quiet revolutions, unsent letters, and love that lingers like verse in the margins, O My Love is a tender, lyrical ode to what we risk when we dare to be known.

Random kinda poems about stuff that happens in my life I guess?

Collection of absorbing, adriot work. Original, designed just for you.

-Are you free or confined in your favorite cage ?-

When Tegan discovers a document titled"Forever Love" dedicated to her boyfriend's ex， she realizes she was merely an audience to his performance of devotion. From shattered illusions and escape to a brutal confrontation with the ex， Claire， she embarks on a journey of self-recovery in the Banff wilderness. Finally， with a man who has silently watched over her for fifteen years， she learns that true love is about allowing each other to have a voice， not about playing the perfect， silent shadow.

People don't only pick up their pen when they are sad, They also write when they are happy, Or sometimes they just accept the good and bad. Knowing it's futile to escape reality. Poetry Is Not Found In Misery, A Filipino-English Poetry Collection Date Started: January 1 2024 On Hold: January 1 2025 Date Ended:

Flash fiction featuring a catgirl and a catboy that, thanks to their nature akin to Schrödinger's Cat and other abilities (e.g. nine lives as incarnations), have countless "multiversions" and so can be the protagonists of almost any story... and make a difference with their feline traits and behavior -or just their optimism-

Feelings.

Literary is the quiet place where words learn to breathe, where ordinary moments are shaped into meaning, and feeling finds a voice. @insiderhunter

the pause that said everything; the silence that meant words. a compilation of my self composed poems and proses ✧

She's a rising star in Korea's film industry, finally on the verge of her biggest breakthrough. He's the K-pop idol everyone's watching-young, magnetic, and completely impossible to ignore. Reena Seo Valenti didn't plan to get distracted. Jung Haemin didn't plan to captivate her. But when their worlds collide on a project that could make or break them both, everything changes-dreams, ambition, and the heart she thought she had under control.

- Poetry - Eleutheromania. Noun. A manic, obsessive yearning for freedom.

nawet sam nie wiem co to jest, ale miłego

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.

They called him a clown. Then they called him a villain. But no one asks what happens when someone is created to be laughed at, feared, and hurt-before they ever learn how to be human. This is the story of Lune. A child turned spectacle. A villain they swear he chose to become. Standalone short story. Psychological • Symbolic • Emotional I'd love to hear your thoughts-and your answer to the question the narrator asks inside the story. Written by a 16-year-old.