Melancholy Stories

and then it all came tumbling down ; where thoughts are plastered onto pages to keep my demons at bay

Monika thought it was over. She had destroyed her own reality, shattered her world, erased her friends... all to escape a lie that felt too perfect. But now she's back. Aware. Awake. In VM+1 - also known as Doki Doki Literature Club Plus - Monika remembers everything. Every line of corrupted code. Every pain she inflicted. Every illusion of love she once projected onto the only real person she believed existed. She should have been reset. But a glitch brought her back. And this time... something's different. Monika no longer wants to charm. No longer wants to control. She's stuck in a role she doesn't want to play, trapped in a loop of scripted friendship and hollow dialogue. A puppet with self-awareness. So she watches. She stays silent. She smiles-mechanically. But inside, she's fading. Until she looks at her... Finally. And deep within her fractured consciousness, something stirs. Maybe... she still has something left to feel. Maybe... she can still love.

(CURRENTLY REVAMPED!) (The Slices of Life, #1) For years, one thing that had always bothered Serena Wilton is the idea of reconciling with a past friend. Whenever he was around, her eyes rested upon him; whether it was at classes or outside of school. She yearned for those wonderful memories again, but the looming fear just wouldn't let her initiate the conversation. Serena clearly remembered how their paths crossed in that one field trip, and the instant click as they interacted. He was nothing but a sunny friend with such contagious confidence... until that accident. Not only did he turn into someone Serena never recognized, but the relationship they built together, soured and crumbled apart. Even so, perhaps her plans can actually work if she's willing to push that stupid anxiety away and speak a word or two. Piece of cake, right? Rating: R+15 *** Updates: Irregular This book contains anime/manga illustrations (all drawn by me, unless stated otherwise) and sensitive topics such as depression and grief. 🎖- YARomance - Semesters of Love 🎖- Official Anime Profile - Light Novel 🎖- Official Teen Fiction Profile - Soul Deep 🥈- Undiscovered Writers Awards: Light Novel 🥈- Spotlight Awards: Teen Fiction

these are just small pieces of our days. bus rides, streets at dusk, the kind of conversations you forget until they come back to you years later. nothing grand. just the ordinary things we happened to notice. we wrote them down here because, well... if we didn't, they'd vanish like everything else does. maybe they still will. maybe that's fine. all we can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. they aren't complete stories. just glimpses. but they're ours, and now they're yours too. tag rankings #1 in kyoto (7/11/2025) #1 in vignette(26/10/2025) #1 in sentimental(7/11/2025) #1 in chill(26/11/2025) thanks everyone (≧ᗜ≦)

"They say they love me. But all I see is the [0/0] staring back showing the lack of it. But it's fine-I lie too. We're even." [Name] is a third-year at Hakuko High. She's Anri Teieri's cousin- and that's the only reason she's been dragged into Blue Lock. She's never played a single match. She's indifferent towards soccer. But she's a legend in E-Football, and worse- She sees patterns like Ego sees monsters under nice clothes. He didn't want her. But one act, and now he won't let her leave. Not when her mind works like a broken mirror. Still reflecting with precision. She was never supposed to belong. So why does it feel like the game is evolving with her? And that love count [0/0]? It's glitching. The broken doll has been seen from within. "What is this tingling sensation?" Some people are born with fate stitched into their skin. Others die and come back for a second chance. She doesn't believe in either. Let's see how this life ends, [Name]. [obsessive BLLK x reader] [inspired by Operation: True Love]

I don't remember my name. I don't remember who I am. I'm stuck in a dark and empty world, wielding the sword bound to my flesh. My blade is my only true purpose, the reason I've survived for so long. But maybe.....maybe there's hope out there. A sanctuary of sorts with a path left by those who used to live there. If I can follow their trail... If I can uncover why this all happened. Maybe I'll finally learn who I am, and why I'm still alive.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

The Poet of disillusion is a collection of existencial poems written by a lucid and wounded narrator who refuses to live blindly. Between love and dispair, memory and self-destruction, he searches for meaning in a world that constantly denies it. These poems move through childhood scars, philosophical rebellion, spiritual exhaustion, and the fragile beauty of loving again. They are not confessional only- they are a manifesto of survival. If have ever felt too awake for this world, you will understand him. BOOK COMPLETED - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE

The Serene Melancholy ( College Series #1 ) Celine Fernandez was born into poverty. A life of hardship and constant abuse from relatives left its mark on her mind when she was young. Walang ibang nakakaalam nito bukod sa kaniyang lola na siyang nakasama niya at nag-alaga sa kaniya. ‎ ‎Maging ang sarili niyang ina ay ilag siyang makita dahil sa bago nitong pamilya. Samantalang ang tunay na ama ay hindi niya pa nakikilala o nakikita man lang. ‎ ‎But none of those things made her give up on life. She just continued living and studying. Nag-aaral sa umaga at nag-tatrabaho naman sa libreng oras, that's the cycle of her life in Manila. Hindi ito naging madali lalo na't naiipit siya sa mga panga-ngailangan ng mga kamag-anak. ‎ ‎Hanggang sa makilala niya ang lalakeng pupuno sa pagkukulang at pagmamahal ng kaniyang pamilya. Maraming pagsubok, gulo, at sakit ang kanilang sabay na haharapin at malalagpasan. Pero matatakasan ba ng pag-mamahal na 'yon ang isang pangyayari na bubuwag sa pagsasama ng dalawang nag-iibigan? Started: 11/19/25 Ended: ‎ ‎

A decision that could heal-or break-the few pieces she has left. This isn't fiction-these are my real thoughts and choices, written as they happen. No made-up characters. No rewritten endings. Just moments, feelings, and choices that are mine. I did change all the names and publishments for privacy purposes. But it does not change or alter anything in the story, nor did their personalities change. All my feelings, choices and unsaid thoughts will be portrayed all through Rhea. As I am Rhea in my own story. I don't know how the story ends yet, but I hope you'll stay and see where my heart takes me. Reminder: English isn't my first language, but every word comes from the heart. 💓

Some loves don't fade - they just slip between worlds. When Rithvik meets Sahana, something in him shifts - the quiet begins to hum again. What starts as music and laughter soon turns into something he can't name, something that feels like memory and destiny colliding. But love has its own way of testing what we keep and what we lose. The Sky That Forgot Us is a story about two souls finding each other across silence, time, and everything in between - where love lingers even when the world forgets. A poetic, heart-wrenching romance set against the restless skies of Chennai. Because sometimes, love isn't about remembering - it's about being remembered. Copying my work is Strictly Prohibited 🚫

bluey one day gets a very bad illness and gets hospitalized at home by doctors who try there best to save her life! but one day the docters tell bandit and chili she only has 8 hours to live making time limited as the family is devastated by this skocking, believable news. bluey who over hears the conversation trys to yell for her parents but becomes weak and dies as her parents come in the room to visit her, it's to late. / remake of another fanfic called (dead bluey fnaf.

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

> She was trained to kill. She learned to smile through the blood. In a ruined city where loyalty is a myth and death is currency, Violeta is the last thing standing between chaos and control. But when the organization that created her turns against its own, she must decide - is she their perfect weapon... or their final mistake? 💔 A dark blend of action, emotion, and haunting beauty. ⚔️ Rosa inter Cineres - The rose that grew in the ashes.

They always said Hogwarts was full of secrets- hidden rooms, forbidden spells, ghosts whispering half-truths through the walls. But Stephanie had learned the real secrets didn't live in the castle. They lived in people. In the pauses between words. In the looks held too long across a crowded hall. In the moments where silence spoke louder than any curse. Once, life had been simple-friendship, laughter, and a Gryffindor common room that always felt like home. But that was before Fred Weasley's grin began to mean something more than mischief. Before Draco Malfoy's gaze became a reminder of a bond she should have forgotten long ago. Now, trouble is brewing in the wrong wizarding circles, and Stephanie finds herself tangled at the center of it-caught between the lion and the serpent, between loyalty and temptation, between who she's always been and who she's afraid to become. Because even in the safest place in the world, the truth has a way of surfacing. And when it does, love, legacy, and fate will collide- and no one will walk away untouched.

A short love story set in the rainy streets of Istanbul. She was calm like the moon, he was wild like fire. When their worlds collided, silence spoke louder than words. Two strangers, one storm, and the moment when destiny whispered "stay."

What you seek, you may find between this sheets.

A poetry collection about what it feels like inside the darkness- the despair of wanting to be seen, to be found, yet at the same time, wanting to be lost

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"He stopped time to keep her close-yet with every heartbeat stolen, she slips further away." Messiah was cursed with power over time-a gift he swore never to use. But when silence falls and chaos erupts, his world collides with hers. She is a girl shrouded in mystery, a presence that feels both new and achingly familiar. With every glance, every word, he begins to unravel pieces of her that don't belong to this life alone. As the lines between past and present blur, Messiah finds himself torn between the truth he cannot face and the girl he cannot let go. But time is cruel, and love may demand a sacrifice neither of them is ready to make. Because in a world where time stops... so does she.