Melancholy Stories

(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

"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]

A VMinKook brotherly FF Three brothers. One twisted fate. And a danger that always finds them first. Survival isn't luck for the Jeons. It's the only thing they have left. This story of the Jeon children is the perfect example of the world trying it's best to tear you apart and how you should never let it change the way you view life. Challenges come and go but at the end of the day, it's you and your people against the world.. If you enjoy stories told with dry humor, eerie adults, unfortunate luck... you'll recognize the flavor. But the tale itself is new, cause, its Inspired by dark humor, ironic narration, and the kind of misfortune that follows its heroes everywhere My stories are ONLY ON Wattpad and reading off Wattpad is stolen work...

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Bottle Full Of Words is a collection of heartfelt verses, echoing the complexities and beauty of life, in all its fragility and strength. Poetry unveils the depths of human nature, love, loss, hope, and challenges. These poems explore universal themes to impact readers to reflect on their own stories.

Some days stretch longer than the sky, carrying misfortune, uncertainty, and silent battles. 'Longest Day' is a journey through a mind weighed down by misfortune, reflection, and the quiet ache of time itself. Feel the tension, the longing, and the slow unfolding of a day that seems endless.

"I love you so much. I wish to spend the rest of my life with you." He stared at her eyes, lovingly and caressed her face. "I love you more. I can't imagine myself marrying to some other guy. I am forever yours." She covered his hands with hers and stared at his eyes, shining with ecstacy. SPLASH! All their dreams and promises drowned in the water with him, on the day when he saw the love of her life, oathing her love and life to someone else. What remained alive was their 'Love'. The battle for love has begun.

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Address unknown. Recipient unreachable. Unwritten Letters is a haunting anthology of 'almosts.' It is the poetry of the unsent text, the swallowed heartaches, the questions that have no answers to and the love that was too big for the wrong person. A visceral reminder that sometimes the most important things we say are the ones we say to the ghosts of people who are still alive.

A soul withdrawn from the world, finding comfort only in silence, carries a wound no light can reach. Shadows are safer than connection, and solitude becomes both refuge and prison. Into this darkness steps a spirit unbroken by blindness, one who chooses kindness even when life has offered only pain. Where others see loss, there is still light; where others turn bitter, there is still grace. A tale of contrasts, of wounds and wonder, of two hearts bound by fate yet destined to fall apart.

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 Rule was simple: No names. No pasts. No futures. Every night for twenty-eight nights, two strangers meet on a solitary hill under the light of a changing moon. One brings a pizza box and a heart that doesn't know how to stop reaching. The other brings a single apple and a soul that has turned into a fortress. They allow themselves only one paragraph of conversation per night. A single exchange of truths before the silence returns. As the moon waxes and wanes, the distance between them becomes a battlefield. He is the tide, forever chasing a shore that recedes. She is the moon, beautiful only because she is a hundred thousand miles away. In the silver light of a dying sun, they are the only two people in the universe. But when the moon finally vanishes, will there be anything left but the grass? A study of attachment, isolation, and the dangerous poetry of being known.

Feel. Think. Write. Aur phir... repeat🙌🏻💗

Love can carry us. Love can drown us. These poems trace the currents of desire, heartbreak, and longing - the moments that stay with us long after everything else has faded. From the pull of first love to the weight of absence, from warnings ignored to truths we can't escape, each poem is a confession, a memory, a stain on the soul that refuses to fade. For anyone who's ever loved too deeply, lost too painfully, or carried a feeling too heavy to set down - this collection is for you.

That summer, everyone called me gold locks Poetry ©️ 2026 g1rldi4ry

In the dark, some creatures don't search for the light to be saved, but to understand why they are drawn to it. The Lonely Moth tells the story of those who live on the edges of the world-and of themselves. A protagonist trapped in a routine made of silence, rooms that feel too small, and thoughts that never stop buzzing. Every night is the same, until something shifts: an encounter, a memory, or maybe just a light turned on at the wrong moment. This is an intimate, restless story, where the line between reality and perception grows thin, and where moving closer to the light can mean finding an answer... or burning your wings. For readers who love melancholic atmospheres, slow-growing mysteries, and stories that don't explain everything-but leave a mark.

Welcome to the Nonentity of Epopee, a chaparral of unwieldy euphemism where the manifold cerebral meets the abyss of the mind. Within these 25 hectic runes, an architect of shadows explores the dissonance of being a side character in a world of luminous protagonists. From the orisons of the empyrean to the murky ponds of despondency

not your typical storyline, here we will read about a girl who loved,who cried,who shed her own soul for that only man who loved her too late. let's become a part of this up beat journey!! 💛 sorry for all the lemon I am gonna squish in your eyes 🫩🙂

This book should not exist. Yet it does, stitched together from the remnants of a boy's heartbreak. These letters were never meant to be bound or read by anyone, they were written only because silence became unbearable, because the girl he loved disappeared from his life without leaving a single door open behind her. He kept writing long after she stopped speaking, long after it became clear she would never read a word. He wrote because it was the only way he could pretend she wasn't gone. This is not a story of healing. It is a record of someone breaking in real time, alone, whispering to the void that never once whispered back. Read it, if you must, but understand that you are holding the last pieces of a boy who loved a girl who forgot him. *It's pronounced Lottie*

Starry-eyed girl Dreams of constellations assemble in her mind Brought to this world Birthday child ⭐️ Poetry ©️ 2025 g1rldi4ry