Melancholy storie

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Kim Taehyung , a transferred city inspector investigates a murder in a rural village where everyone seems suspicious. Struggling to adapt to the unfamiliar environment, he uncovers hidden secrets and shifting loyalties. Amid the chaos, he becomes emotionally drawn to a key suspect, forcing him to balance duty, truth, and forbidden attraction. ᵂʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵀᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ'ˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵛⁱᵉʷ *Doesn't contain smut ~ Start date -26-06-26 End date - ❗-ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ -❗ 🚫𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣! -a Taegi fanfic-

A story that explores the silent pain of grief and loneliness and the fragile bloom of love within a suffering heart. Grace finds herself trapped in the aftermath of several harsh events from her past, each leaving behind wounds too deep to easily heal. Her world becomes a place where surviving feels heavier than living. Until she meets someone completely different from her, someone who shows a quiet but undeniable interest in understanding her. With every conversation, the tension between them grows unfamiliar, intense, and impossible to ignore. But what begins as emotional friction slowly transforms into something deeper than love... A connection that heals.

I usually write free verse & melancholy poems so read when u feel no one else would be able to understand how u feel from inside and when u feel u are all alone .

Poetry is not something i usually write. It is a writing form that HAS to flow out naturally. These are some that flowed out of my mind on to the paper, i suppose.

This is what happens when you let a writer's mind wander without a compass. Part non-fictional diary, part fictional playground, Ephemeral Soliloquy houses the stray write-ups that don't belong anywhere else. It is a solitary voice shifting between reality and fiction, ranting and dreaming-all under the quiet cover of the night. Within these pages are quiet musings on the architecture of pain, the heavy weight of lingering memories, and the fleeting beauty found in solitary reflections. It is an unfiltered look at what hurts, what heals, and everything left unsaid in between.

classic tradition of Anton Chekhov", "atmospheric short story", "psychological realism In a town bathed in a warm, buttery-yellow light, Fyodor Pavlovich Sveshnikov walks the narrow streets with strict, old-world decorum. His beloved Dashenka is away on an extended journey, and he is fiercely determined to keep their world exactly as she left it. Every day, he steps out to perform a precise, sacred ritual: buying her favorite cherry pastry from the local coffee-house and a fresh volume of poetry from a scraggy bookseller. Yet, beneath the town's vibrant, noisy surface, a heavy quiet follows his footsteps. The shopkeepers and neighbors don't offer casual greetings. Instead, they treat Fyodor with a gentle, agonizingly tender kindness, participating in his routine and watching him go with sorrowful, silent eyes. What is the quiet conspiracy holding this town together?

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Not every story needs a plot. Some just need to be felt. This book is a collection of emotions - the kind that linger in silence, the kind that spill onto paper when words are too heavy to speak. It's about first loves that changed too much, friendships that faded, families that shaped us, and the weight of expectations we never asked to carry. It's about heartbreak and healing, longing and rediscovery, the quiet ache of nostalgia and the fragile beauty of hope. Just Feelings... is not one story. It's many. It's everything we live but rarely say out loud. For anyone who has ever loved, lost, or simply felt too deeply - this is for you.

A collection of poems, written in the depths of my emotions. I hope readers can find themself in my writing.

Floating Heaven was once believed to be untouchable- a city above the world, ruled by light, order, and divine law. The Sky Shattered: Floating Heaven explores what lies beneath that perfection. Through the eyes of a child who was never meant to exist, this arc tells a story of abandonment, quiet cruelty, and survival in a world that calls itself holy. This is not a story about heroes. It is a story about what heaven chooses to throw away. CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence and disturbing themes. Reader discretion is advised. STYLE: Dark fantasy, light novel-inspired.

some poems. (Disclaimer: In some poems AI assistance has been taken for the stanzas to look professional)

The Unsaid Truth is a collection of poems that invite readers to uncover what lies beneath the surface. Each verse holds a story-of love, silence, injustice, hope, and the emotions we struggle to name. The metaphors conceal as much as they reveal, preserving the mystery of the original thought. These poems were born from feelings not meant solely to be understood, but to be experienced. I began writing at the age of twelve. What started as scattered thoughts became fragments of my soul, offered to those willing to read between the lines... Every week a new poetry to ponder about and reflect.....

Sunshine and Rain, is a collection of my poetry. I go over some dark or deep topics but there are some rays of sunshine in this collection aswell. I will add, the poems are my own work and original, however the pictures I add are AI generated, I can write but I am no good at editing photos. 😅🤣

a collection of poems about love, nature and everything else from the heart. I'm always thinking so poems are my place to let it out <3

[ EMBERS SERIES I ] "May our love outlive time itself." Kendra Madeleine Delachelle merupakan seorang pereka fesyen kepada satu jenama yang terkenal di serata dunia iaitu LA CHELLÉ. Hampir sedekat wanita itu membina empayarnya di sebalik tabir, memilih untuk membiarkan karyanya dikenali dunia tanpa perlu mempamerkan diri kepada mata dunia. Tatkala orang ramai berlumba-lumba mengejar kemasyhuran, dia lebih selesa hidup jauh dari kehidupan tersebut. "See you when I see you, in every universe." - KENDRA MADELEINE DELACHELLE Aaron Reeves Huntington, atau lebih dikenali sebagai AARÖN, merupakan seorang penyanyi yang namanya sentiasa menghiasi carta muzik antarabangsa. Di bawah tatapan dunia, di situlah seluruh hidupnya. Di sebalik segala kemasyhuran yang dimilikinya, dia hanyalah seorang lelaki yang sekian lama mendambakan sesuatu yang tidak dapat ditangini dengan wang, populariti mahupun kejayaan di dunia. "Sure thing, a promise is a promise." - AARON REEVES HUNTINGTON Seorang insan yang menghabiskan tahun-tahun hidupnya yang sepatutnya diraikan, dia memilih untuk menyembunyikan dirinya daripada tatapan dunia. Dan seorang lagi menghabiskan tahun-tahun nya di bawah tatapannya. Namun, mampukah dua hati yang datang dari dunia yang begitu berbeza menemukan tempat untuk berpaut?

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

"You came back at the perfect time but do I miss you?"

"A marriage doesn't always end with a shouting match. Sometimes, it just slowly redistributes its weight." High above the Shanghai fog, suspended inside a climate-controlled penthouse on the thirty-second floor, a marriage is undergoing a silent decomposition. Minghao and Yuxiao do not fight; they do not scream. Instead, they simply adapt to the growing distance between them-a slow, clinical calibration measured entirely through the physics of the space they share. It is recorded in a gunmetal wardrobe rail that straightens by three millimeters, a kitchen hopper window left stubbornly open three inches to the damp river air, and an espresso machine reprogrammed to leave one spout entirely dry. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── DISCLAIMER & WRITER'S NOTE Please Note: This story is an Alternate Universe (AU) work of fiction. The names and visual inspirations used are entirely transformative and do not reflect the true lives, personalities, or realities of the actual individuals.

This isn't a collection of polished anthems; it's a soundtrack for the side streets and the late shifts. The Low-Rent Symphony captures the beauty in the breakdown-50 songs written in the key of reality. From the static on the radio to the ghosts in the rearview, these are the melodies found in the corners of the world that most people drive right past. Tune in, turn it up, and find the rhythm in the rust.