Readbetweenthelines Stories

one of the deepest poetry you can ever find; read between the lines, connect yourself to your authenticity. these short poems will let you feel the feelings you've hidden; the ones you didn't even know you had. if you don't understand it, read it again. there is more to life than what you see. life is what you feel. - daily poems -

Just had some motivation...let me know how whoever reads it likes the sample?

The waiting room is where we are. Just chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs. If you rise from your seat, you'll loose your place in line; never to be regained. Filled chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs. I look for something. Someone. That one thing that makes the wait worth all the while. Here it's dull. It's dark and I'm delusional. You could loose your mind in a place like this. But for me it's way to easy to get up and walk away. I'm willing to sit and wait- to get a glimpse at the end of the line. We all have a place, we all have a time. But we don't focus on that. We focus entirely on finding someone to wait with: To make us happy To allow us to feel more than just empty But more times than never- we're hurt We're shown the door before it's our time. So that's why I'm not going to let my seat go. I look out into the window of life and it's cold against my being. So I will wait my turn. I'm not going to give everything up In the hope for an us. After all- there is no empty chairs.

"Read Between the Lines" is a collection of 100 metaphorical stories, each offering a layered glimpse into the complexities of real life. These tales weave through the challenges, emotions, and revelations of the human experience, inviting readers to look beyond the surface and discover the deeper truths hidden within metaphorical stories. Like puzzles of the soul, each story requires thoughtful reflection, where the meaning is not always clear at first glance, but through careful attention, the real story unfolds. In this journey of metaphor and mystery, readers will be drawn into a world where every word is a clue, and the greatest treasures lie in what is left unsaid.

"I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen so I wrote you these letters just in case you wanted to see what I was trying to tell you the whole time by now you've probably noticed there are a lot of things wrong but it's okay my darling you shall live on" ~Jake Cover by~alyssaluvssyou Story by~nayshy

Just some poems I've written. Some have twists, but others are simpler.

poetry collection

I've always been fascinated with stars. Stars. Even the name just rolls off the tongue and right into your wildest imaginings. Ever since I was a kid, I would stare up at the sky every summer night, and name every constellation I knew...which happened to be all of them, considering I memorized an entire book about astrology when I was twelve. Years later, that would not be the case. I remember one night, just a few weeks ago, that I looked up at the very same stars I had seen my entire life and felt nauseous. That night, it made me physically sick with disgust to look at those familiar patterns of light. What had once brought me joy now only stirs up painful memories. How times change. Never again would I look at those stars with the childish wonderment and fascination of the past. Never again would I look upon those glowing orbs, bask in blissful ignorance, and think that they were all alone up there. I could never again say that we are completely alone in this universe. Never again would I look upon a certain gravestone and not blame those cold, calculating stars. I, Stella Wolfe, would come to discover true corruption, true evil, true friends... and maybe even true love. Is is possible that we could still save the world?After everything have done to me, and to humanity, do we even stand a chance? Well I guess alien hybrid powers, an real live alien-turned-talking-cat-turned-human(?), and a few other psychotic people could help... You'll just have to read the last page to find out... ⦁☓☽☓☾☓⦁ (If you were too lazy to read that whole thing, no worries. Men in Black meets Divergent meets some cliche mystery horror film is the perfect summary and all you really need to know. Your welcome, my lazy friends.)

a story of a protogen, who has no goals, no hopes, no dreams, nothing, looking for his creator, amidst the collapse of a civilization of protogens, and I guess try to find a True Kinda Love. (maybe not in a romantic or sexual way.)

Young Harper willow is assaulted by her brothers best friend, cal Austin. She slowly isolated herself, and begins substance abuse, losing herself more and more, trying to change the person who was harmed, trying to change, to not be that same person who was assaulted. She begins to lose friends, make enemies, form relationships, lose relationships, and slowly lose herself. Will she ever reveal her story, or will she continue to destroy herself?

We were born miscreated, and because of it, people treat us differently. In ways we don't like. The world doesn't accept us, so we hide away from it all. We live together. We work together. We stay together as one. We are the strangest family the world hasn't seen. TRIGGER WARNING: This story is grotesque, creepy, fucked-up, and bizzare. Whilst it is taken from the POV of a child, this story is not AT ALL for kids.

She was no monster. Monsters were not beautiful. Or...perhaps they were. Perhaps they were pale, perhaps their face was adorned with beautiful raven hair that was just above their sholder. With glassy, but somehow empty green eyes, as if something was taken right out of them. With small rosy lips and high cheekbones. ''Good evening'', she said, her voice barely a whisper. ''This is Elleanore'', the gentleman said,''my daughter.''

There are things that cannot easily show and speak then later on people merely get contented of hiding it. But still they're hoping that everyone will read between the lines...

A book of poems I've written whenever I felt the need to write something poetic. Tell me what you think of them. All original poems by me. I own these poems.

[#1 in readbetweenthelines] [Featured in GothicLit Reading List] Some things we don't say. But those thoughts never vanish. They just go a bit deeper and shake up the inner conscience. Hi there, these are some self-composed short stories that might seem a bit- okay, a lot- depressing, but somewhere deep down I hope they find meaning within soul. Thanks a lot for clicking here, I assure you these might be worth giving a try. Love, Tanvi_Fossilstealers. P.S:- This book will never be complete and always be complete.

16 year old Katlin discovers things about herself that she though weren't possible. As she makes friends along the way, she finds love and frenemies. A/N- this is the first book i've ever posted on Wattpad so feel free to give me thoughts or any corrections!! i'm going to try and post every week!!

"If I were a worm would you-" "Yes, if you were a worm, I would still love you. Actually wait you are a worm. A very beautiful bookworm." Esmeray. All over the place and a reader and a writer. She was never looking to writing a collab with someone or to end up falling for that same person. She wasn't even looking for a relationship. Had never been in one. It just came to her. Fate exists. Forrest. Priorities straight and a soccer/football player with many talents. After a breakup, he fixed up his life, everything finally in order. Then someone came into his life that he couldn't ignore. Someone who ruined his schedule. But he fell for that person.

These 2-Sentence Horror Stories Will Send Shivers Down Your Spine Bigger doesn't always mean better, especially when it comes to scary stuff. Sometimes it's the small things that are the most terrifying, like an unexpected spider in the bath tub for instance, or a creaking floorboard in the dead of night. You might want to keep the lights on for this one... 2017 -Completed-

A charming teen befriends the school bully-only to slowly dismantle his mind using manipulation, fake kindness, and psychological warfare. What if the hero... was the real villain?

"No need for description, the title says it all...