Poeticprose Stories

Fire and Frost || A Kim Taehyung FF || Previously known as Crimson Thrones She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to halt the carnage. A union between Princess Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, a ruthless king. Yet beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs. A curse born of love, betrayal, and death. As their hearts learn to bleed for one another, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them.

In a world where hope is a forgotten language and love is a wound, Nikk Bleue survives behind quiet walls and tired eyes. She's the girl who never cries, never raises her voice- who stares into the night with silent battles inside her heart. Trapped in a cage of loyalty and lies, she's not waiting to be saved, but to be seen. But what happens when someone looks too closely? What if the one person who could break her walls to heal her... or might end up breaking her completely in the process? This story isn't entirely about healing- it's a story where her scars learn to yell and scream... [It's my very first book, so please ignore the errors] Thank you:)

What the Wind Remembers is a collection of poems that carry the weight of longing, the echoes of love lost and found, and the quiet ache of memories the wind refuses to let go. Each verse lingers like a whispered secret, unfolding stories of devotion, distance, and the unspoken words that linger between souls.

❅A February Collection❅ A series of letters written to life as it is-gentle, strange, fleeting, and sometimes uncomfortable. From dying light to perfect pens and more, things most people wouldn't look at twice, Letters to Life is a collection of poetic reflections on the ordinary and the overlooked. Some letters are warm. Some are heavy. All are written with care.

They called him a wolf because he walk alone but wolves walk as a park but he's afraid he's not good enough for everyone or can't fit in

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession.

I thought it was just another morning commute - until she walked in. This is the story of a moment that felt too brief, yet somehow permanent. (The story is still ongoing, more parts are coming soon)

A diary he will never read. A love she can never forget

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

They told us our bodies were problems to solve-too tall, too short, too curvy, too flat, too soft, too firm. But your worth is never measured in inches, abs, or curves. Shape of Me is a poetic, raw journey through societal obsession, comparison, and self-discovery. Thirty chapters of honesty, satire, and reflection will take you inside the lives of diverse bodies learning the hardest lesson of all: to love themselves before the world defines them. Because one day, every body will fade-but the love you give yourself lasts forever.

Trapped within the sterile walls of a hospital, Iris finds solace only in its quiet garden, until an unexpected friendship blooms with a radiant elderly woman who believes beauty can still exist in the darkest places. Through loss, grief, and a love that arrives far too late, Iris is forced to confront time, mortality, and the meaning of choosing how to live when time is no longer promised. SHINING STARS is a tender, bittersweet story about fleeting connections, soul-deep love, and the quiet courage it takes to choose light, even when the night is inevitable.

She loved him once. And then she had to survive him. This is not a story about a breakup. It's about what remains after love turns unrecognizable - the memories that linger, the strength that returns, and the quiet choice to heal. What Survived is about learning to let go of who someone was, while holding on to who you became. "A healing story, told softly."

She wasn't looking for love. Just coffee, quiet corners, and maybe a reason to believe again. But then came the napkin... the line... the man who seemed to know her loneliness before she said a word. A story of serendipity, soft sparks, and two people trying to heal without falling apart. In a world of missed chances and noisy hearts, what if the quietest love was the one meant to stay?

A personal diary of observations from a single day, where beauty and ugliness, harmony and chaos coexist side by side. Walks through hills, streets, and forgotten corners become moments of reflection on life, presence, and simple truths. Honest, contemplative, and slightly philosophical - a quiet inner voice that sees more than meets the eye.

We didn't fall in love loudly. There were no dramatic beginnings, no promises meant to last forever. Just two people meeting at the exact moment they were tired of being alone. What we had was simple. Instinctive. Private. A language made of small words and shared silence. Of affection that didn't need poetry to be profound. But love has a way of teaching lessons before we realize we're students. This book is not about heartbreak in its final form. It's about the quieter damage the waiting, the forgiving, the absences that arrive gently and leave violently. It's about how happiness can train you to endure loss, and how understanding someone does not always mean they will stay. We Practiced Goodbye Without Knowing is a story of love that felt endless only because its ending was rehearsed in silence.

Almost, But Enough is a gentle story about loneliness, an unexpected connection, and a love that didn't last-but changed her all the same. A quiet story of a girl, the night, and a love that stayed just long enough.

Margins Were Never Enough is a mythic chronicle of a woman who refused to compress her mind to fit the rooms she entered. Written in the tone of preserved manuscripts, this first chronicle traces the awakening of a voice once measured by narrow margins- and the architecture she built beyond them. Through archives of unsent letters, cathedrals of language, and winds that no longer explain themselves, the narrative explores articulation, discernment, and sovereign becoming. This is not a story of rebellion. It is a study of expansion. For those who have ever been told to shorten themselves, this manuscript offers something rarer than validation: Vastness A new chapter will be unveiled each week.

An etiological myth discovering how the seasons were born, emphasizing themes of balance, compassion, and how cosmic order is molded not by punishment or rebuke, but by weaving suffering into beauty.

Haunted by the memory of a tragic past, Leila Imani moves to a quiet town hoping to escape the shadows that follow her. But the old house she now calls home whispers secrets of its own and one ghost, in particular, won't let her be.

She was born to a legend. I loved her in secret. In a bloodline of power, softness is treason - and to love gently is to betray. They call her mother a legend. They call her power inevitable. I only know the girl who keeps her hands folded, like she's afraid of what they might become. Loving her is never loud. It lives in pauses, in glances held too long, in the way she goes still when her mother's name is spoken. I love her quietly because anything else would destroy her. In a world built on inheritance and fire, gentleness is a crime. And to love gently is to betray.