Poetic Stories

For five years, Arumi believed that devotion was the key to a happy marriage. She let her hands grow rough from detergents, her skin dull from the heat of the stove, and her dreams die just to be the "perfect servant" in her husband's house. But to Adrian, Arumi is nothing more than an embarrassing, faded shadow-someone he refuses to bring to corporate parties. To his mother and sister, she is the lowest caste, valueless because she lacks a career, a title, or a child. While they mock her for "having no life," Arumi is keeping a massive secret behind her cracked phone screen. As her husband spends millions on another woman, Arumi is building her own world through the power of her words. This is not just a story of betrayal. It is the journey of a "dull" woman reclaiming her crown. Because when her patience finally runs out, Arumi will prove that happiness isn't defined by skin tone or status-but by how much you value yourself.

An original poetry collection by SSears90. Prompt based poems written for the @Poetry Versification 2026! Featuring a new poem daily for the entire month of April.

​📌 IMPORTANT NOTICE: This story is VOLUME 2 (The Sequel). Please make sure you have read Volume 1: The Invisible Standard to fully understand Arumi's emotional journey. ​"The journey is far from over. The old wounds may have dried, but destiny has just laid out its red carpet. ​Welcome to Volume 2: The Queen of Her Own World-a story of how the ruins of a broken heart are rebuilt into a magnificent palace. Witness how the queen finally claims her crown." THE QUEEN OF HER OWN WORLD: The Golden Throne Once, Arumi was just a shadow, an "invisible" housewife existing within the hidden corners of her husband's home. But when the storm of betrayal shattered everything, Arumi chose to rise. She stopped asking for permission to exist and started writing her own destiny. Now, Arumi is the Queen. Her name is celebrated, her story is being made into a film, and the world is at her feet. At the peak of her success, enters Dirga-a perfect man offering a new crown and a love that is pure and unwavering. Yet, in the midst of the luxury and applause, one name still echoes in the deepest parts of her heart. Adrian. The man who once broke her wings, is now the only reason her world feels incomplete. The world demands she moves forward, but her heart whispers for her to stay. Will Arumi choose the golden throne with Dirga, or return to rebuild the ruins of a broken love with Adrian? "Because sometimes, true victory isn't about how high we fly, but about whom we choose to fold our wings for."

𝐎𝐂'𝐬: Ꭼɾꪮ᥉ ㄨ Ᏼᥣᥲgdꫀᥒ "ℱꪮɾ ᥲ᥉ ᥣꪮᥒg ᥲ᥉ thꫀ ᥉ᥙᥒ ᥉ꫀt᥉ ᥲᥒd thꫀ ꪑꪮꪮᥒ ɾเ᥉ꫀ᥉, เt เ᥉ ᥡꪮᥙ thᥲt Ꮖ ᥕᥲᥒt เᥒ ᥲᥣᥣ ꪮƒ ꪑᥡ tꪮꪑꪮɾɾꪮᥕ᥉." Just a collection of Random Shorts/Stories or whatever I wanna write for them. I really love them so much. English

In the Chi, the walls scream what the people won't. Blue is a ghost with a spray can; Karma is the street legend ruling the shadows. They've never met, but they're bleeding the same ink across the South Side. On these blocks, the stakes are life and the chemistry is lethal. In a city of secrets, some lines are written in blood. Two souls. One city. No rules.

It started with a conversation on a school bus. It turned into something she couldn't name. And before she knew it, he became the one person she couldn't go a day without. But love, at the wrong time, has a way of breaking you. Years later, in a different country, with a different life and unfamiliar choices- she finds herself standing between who she was and who she has become. And the question she once avoided now feels impossible to ignore: "Is first love meant to last... or just to change you?"

Immortality might be a dream of fragile humans, but a nightmare to the Gods. Can immortality even be truly achieved? And what do you have to pay for it? Welcome to a world of the ocean, jellyfish, and death.

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update Nov 2025: Still writing !! will post officially when all writing & editing done Edit; so this book is a romance with slight mystery, inspired by a fairytale & with somewhat poetic writing! Please check it out if you're of any interest & even vote & comment if you like it! It literally makes my day! I recommend the Aesthetics chapter the most if ur lazy (like me) (In the works... (like literally in the works... Idk when this will be officially published but if I see a lot of saves // attention I will speed up the process I prom!!:) <3

The weight was there first. Before the wreckage. Before he had anything to apologize for. So he climbed. Not toward peace. Just away. Then the stall came. Not because of the storm. Not because of the aircraft. Because he kept pulling back when he should have leveled off. And in that stall - in the chaos of it - the passengers disappeared. The voices stopped. The seat beside him went cold. He lost them in the fall. Not before. Now he's alone. Trying to climb again. Stalling again. The cycle doesn't end. The storm was never the cage. He was.

Ophelia Brown has always felt like something isn't quite right. Moments feel familiar before they happen. Places linger in her mind like half-forgotten dreams. Memories surface without warning-too vivid, too detailed... and completely out of place. She tells herself it's nothing. Just déjà vu. Just imagination. But the feeling keeps returning. Stronger. Closer. Like her life is slipping out of order. As the days pass, the line between memory and reality begins to blur, and Ophelia finds herself drawn to fragments of a past she doesn't fully understand-moments that seem to belong to her, yet feel strangely distant. And somewhere within it all lies a truth waiting to be uncovered. A truth that changes everything she thought she knew about her life.

Update 04/26: Edits will be made to the testament, and more chapters/variants will be added covering lots of Celtic history and a few personal projects. This piece isn't fiction, though it speaks in the voice of story. It's a remembrance - for a people, a language, and a landscape that survived centuries of conquest and silence. My bloodline traces through those hills and borders, through families who lost their homes, their words, and their songs - yet somehow kept the flame alive. Celtic culture has too often been turned into costume, myth into merchandise. This writing is my way of giving it back its heartbeat. Every name, every god, every season we once marked with fire still belongs to us. May this be read not as bitterness, but as love - fierce, remembering love. For those who were silenced, and for those still learning to speak again. We are not relics. We are flame. And the flame still speaks our names.

"Where feeling too much is safer than feeling nothing at all" ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ࣪⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ　 poems⠀⠀ྀི ♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀sfw⠀ ﾉ⠀rants ✙ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ est. 2026 - yours truly, millsx_

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Raiden is in S4, and in all the other years, the students loved their crew leader, Hidari-san. He left a lasting impact on their hearts, earning him that nickname. Recently, Hidari-san has disappeared, and the students are worried-but during his absence, people start going missing, including Raiden's older sister, Saori. Raiden and Meika, who initially despise each other, team up to uncover the truth behind the disappearances. Their friends Yuki and Aoi force their way into the mission, determined to help, even as danger closes in. Together, they stumble upon Hidari-san's notebook-a chilling list of names, including Meika's. Can they uncover the truth before it's too late, or will Hidari-san's secrets claim them all?

She is king, he is a warrior and a natural in power. She goes to hell. He goes to heaven. She is destined to be burned at the stake, he is destined for greatness and glory, only for it to break into madness and heartache. She has a heart of stone, he has a silent dream of finding love, and fate is said to have a way around the most unexpected events... *This is a story of battle, mild/moderate mentions of blood and violence are to be expected. Read at your own discretion. For the complete experience of this world I created, kindly search for the playlist named 'Angelia' On Spotify. Happy reading!

A Book of Poetry, pretty self explanatory.

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

Telemachus X Reader(Fem)💕 Similar events to Epic and the Odyssey, however since this is a fanfic so it's not completely accurate. The village that Y/n is from is completely made up. I tried to make this accurate hehe... The ENTIRE fanfic will be in y/n's pov (Almost; a bit of third person towards the end) Also THERE IS NO SMUT Crossposted on Ao3 (Legends unknown to the reader will be inside :-: :-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-:) This is my first fanfic so it won't be perfect. This is somewhat poetic Credit to Duvetbox for the Cover

Various themes and lengths of poetry that I have written

Charlie Linwood has always been alone. After his mother died when he was 12 years old and his father left Charlie and his 20 year old sister Ophelia into their own hands for another woman who strictly didn't want any children a year later, he was content with letting nobody past the boundaries of his own isolated bubble. Ophelia worked in two different jobs, and Charlie began to help at the age of 14 to sustain their lifestyle slightly more efficiently. Besides that, him being alone has created multiple sets of hobbies for him to busy himself with. One of them was journaling. Yet, he never wrote as any normal person would. He would write in poetry. In a way that would make his miserable life seem more imaginative in a sad, melancholic yet interesting aspect. Constructing his life into metaphors and similes to develop a point of view that isn't so boringly depressing. Lavinia Cresswell wasn't exactly a loner. She enjoyed being with people, any way to distract herself from her terrible home life. She lived with her aunt and uncle, after both her parents had passed away when she was fairly young and had no one left but them two. They were known for being disliked by all family members as they were unhealthy, abusive addicts, yet she had no choice. Lavinia had lived with their torment, yet despite having her group of friends, she seems to never be able to speak up about it. Her friends carry minor burdens, ones which Lavinia cares to prioritize because, well, they're her friends, yet despite all of that she's never felt seen by any of them at all. She's the one lingering in the back, weakly laughing to inside jokes she was never apart of, trying to tell a story but getting cut off and staying quiet to be respectful. Lavinia wasn't a loner, yet she felt so alone. A new school year, meaning new classmates. Fortunately, Charlie and Lavinia end up in the same classroom, and after years of never interacting, this year is when a spark will bloom for them both.