Realismo Stories

An arranged marriage. Two strangers. One home. It should have been simple. It wasn't. Not because of betrayal. Not because of tragedy. But because some truths take years to recognize.

A teenage girl who's being thrown around and is tired of being misunderstood, put into wrongly assumed boxes based on parts of her she didn't even know existed. One cold night, she walks through the seemingly never ending woods behind her house, trying to clear her head after a false, but hurtful scandal spread about her school, she stumbles upon a hidden lake. Legend says that if she drops every false name into the water, she'll finally discover her true self. But there's a price to pay for every choice.. Letting go means losing pieces of her past, and every name holds a memory-all the time spent with loved ones, versions of herself she's outgrown, mistakes she's made, lessons learned, each core memory and the many stories saved for the grandkids. And the more she sits by the lake, the more she realizes that maybe there is no one "true" self waiting for her at the end. Maybe that's just another trap box in itself. But then-Isn't the truth always the better pick? Or are some pieces meant to stay lost?

A young man seeking purpose has enlisted in an expedition towards the new world after his country discovers a foreign land of unknown beings, magical properties and an unrelenting undead army.

The Last Harvest Some love stories are written in letters. Others are written in a lifetime of sacrifices. After graduating with a degree in Accountancy, Neir Nevaeh M. Pisiac returns to her grandparents' quiet provincial home, hoping to spend a year away from the rush of city life. But the season she comes home is harvest season-a time when golden rice fields promise both hope and livelihood to the farming community. While her grandmother manages the endless work of the harvest, Neir Nevaeh M. Pisiac devotes herself to caring for her bedridden grandfather, Feodor. Day after day, she feeds him, changes his clothes, listens to his stories, and stays beside him through long, silent nights. Though an accident has stolen much of his memory, Feodor remembers one thing with remarkable clarity: the life he lived before old age claimed his body. He remembers a childhood shaped by poverty in the rice fields of Bohol. He remembers the father who healed with faith instead of medicine. He remembers the stubborn boy who refused to let hardship bury his dreams. He remembers leaving home in search of an education, working tirelessly to build a better future, and meeting the woman who would become the love of his life-Miracle. As forgotten memories slowly return through heartfelt conversations, Neir discovers that every wrinkle on her grandfather's face hides a story worth preserving, every harvest carries the weight of countless sacrifices, and every lifetime leaves behind seeds for the next generation. The Last Harvest is a moving novel about family, resilience, enduring love, and the quiet heroes whose greatest achievements are not written in history books but live on in the hearts of those they leave behind.

Clover has fallen. The blitzkrieg is over. But the nightmare has only just begun. Stripped of his grimoire and severed from the Black Bulls, Asta awakens on the shores of Hino-a land once spoken of with reverence, now hollowed out by the Ritosu Shogunate and their foreign Rottannian masters. In this occupied realm, the old ways of "never giving up" are met with cold, industrial execution. The citizens live in a surveilled cage, policed by ruthless collaborators and watched by the mechanical eyes of the Reich. Magicless and alone, Asta is a pathogen in a sterile machine. Hunted as a dangerous anomaly, he must navigate a landscape of political betrayal and bleeding resistance cells. He is a ghost in a machine where the enemy doesn't just want to conquer-they want to erase. A revolution is brewing, but in Hino, freedom is bought with blood, not hope. - THE IMPERIAL WORLD SAGA An alternate-universe divergence from the canon timeline. ACT TWO: RESONANCE - Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work based on Black Clover (AU). Original characters/settings belong to Yuki Tabata/Shueisha. AI used for formatting/syntax refinement. Warning: Strictly for mature readers. Contains themes of occupation, betrayal, and visceral warfare. Reader discretion is advised.

After an adrenaline‑filled loss, Avery breaks up with her boyfriend, Logan. She expects things to feel lighter, but instead, things just get more confusing. Especially when she starts noticing her teammate, Lydia, in a way she never has before. When an injury pulls that teammate off the court, Avery feels responsible to help. What starts as friendly support slowly turns into something neither of them saw coming. Between late practices, quiet moments, and a season that keeps pushing them together, Avery begins to think she might be falling for the one person she never saw coming. This book was co-created by me (scribbledpetals) and CosmicAlien_33. If you liked this book, please support both of us! This book contains mature themes. Please enjoy!!!!

The Spade Kingdom War is over. Lucifero has fallen. As the dust settles, the Clover Kingdom looks toward a bright new horizon. But the peace was a lie. The Age of Devils is over. The Age of Iron has begun. Without warning, a technologically absolute superpower from beyond the known map-the Rottannian Empire-launches a devastating blitzkrieg across the continent. Against a war machine fueled by cold science and cosmic horror, the Magic Knights discover their greatest strength has become their fatal weakness. Asta and his allies are no longer fighting for titles or crowns. They are fighting to survive an enemy that doesn't just want to conquer their world-they want to delete it. In this brutal new era, survival isn't guaranteed by simply "never giving up." The cost of this war will be written in blood. - WELCOME TO THE IMPERIAL WORLD SAGA. This overarching saga is a dark, alternate-universe divergence from the canon Black Clover timeline, picking up immediately after Chapter 331. ACT ONE - PREMONITION - Disclaimer: This is a transformative fanfiction work based on the Black Clover series and operates within an alternate universe (AU). All original characters, settings, and core concepts belong to Yuki Tabata and Shueisha. This non-profit project is created by a fan of the series and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the official creators. Disclaimer on AI Usage: The core plot, original concepts, and world-building of this story belong entirely to the author. AI assistance was utilized strictly for formatting, syntax refinement, and descriptive polish to ensure readability and flow. Warning: Strictly for mature readers. This story contains challenging and potentially disturbing themes, including radical ideologies, sensitive language, and graphic, visceral violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Avonranch Orphanage, a place for parentless children to reside in. From an outsiders perspective, all seemed well until you lived a day inside the place. For it was not a place for kids to live in. Serephene Whyte, orphan at 17. Taken to a new environment, confusion fills her body as she takes in the elegance of the new place. Worry fills in as realisation hits that this isn't a normal school. A normal building from the outside, weird encounters past the gate. Maybe this school will help piece together the murder of her family, or maybe it'll make it question her whole existence. _____ REALISM WITH MIXED MAGIC FICTION. YA, Written by Casper G.

Return What happens to a letter when its recipient is dead? It circles the world like a ghost, searching for eyes that can read it. Sometimes it finds them. Sometimes it waits for years. She wrote to him for three years. Every morning. Every evening. And then an answer came - not from him, but from someone who had found the letters and did not know where to send them. He returned after twenty years. Roses in his hands. A suitcase full of guilt across his shoulders. The door was opened by a woman who had waited. And a son who had never seen him. An android, thirty-seven days before deactivation, had a dream. He dreamed of a woman who smelled of grass. He had never seen grass. But he woke with the feeling that he loved. A man sold his shadow for a fistful of darkness. He thought he would not notice. It turned out that without it, no one recognized him. Not his wife. Not his children. Not even himself. To these stories are added the voices of the classics: a mother - after Shevchenko - who curses and forgives; Cassandra - after Lesya Ukrainka - prophesying in the Ukrainian night; stonecutters who doubt but keep walking; and a solar symphony where a person finds God not in the heavens, but within. Psychological drama, magical realism, and stylization merge here into a single silence - the very silence that rings louder than words. This is a book about the return home. Not by body - by soul. The letter is still waiting. The door is still open. Are you ready to enter?

A mature man navigating loneliness, friendship, and the quiet absurdity of ordinary Sundays. Because adulthood turns out to be less dramatic than expected. Or does it?

It starts with a rustle in the hedges... and a gardener shocked into silence. When a girl senses something stalking her garden at dusk, fear is the only thing that makes sense. But as a shadowed figure lingers at the edges of her world - and her silent gardener leaves cryptic warnings - she follows the trail toward the sea and the ruins of a village long claimed by time. There, among broken walls and moonlit stones, she uncovers a past steeped in tragedy and threaded with her own forgotten story. Something is calling her back - something she once knew, something she once loved - if only she can remember what was lost. As the mysteries of then and now collide, she must choose: run from the unknown... or step toward the truth waiting in the dark. The Silent Gardener is a haunting, tender supernatural mystery about fear transcended by curiosity, danger that becomes connection, and a girl brave enough to follow the unknown into the place where she truly belongs.

Every Tuesday at exactly 6:17 a.m., Ethan Carter's ordinary life begins to unravel when he discovers a paper crane outside his apartment door. Hidden inside is a message from someone he doesn't remember. As more paper cranes appear, Ethan is drawn toward Blue Hour Café, a forgotten railway platform frozen at 6:17, and the name of a woman everyone else seems to remember - Emma Hayes. The deeper he searches, the more impossible the truth becomes. Strange dreams blur into reality, forgotten memories begin to surface, and every clue suggests that Ethan once shared a love powerful enough to survive even the loss of memory itself. But someone wants Emma to remain forgotten. To uncover the truth, Ethan must piece together a story scattered across paper cranes, paintings, letters, and dreams - before the last memory disappears forever. A haunting blend of mystery, romance, and magical realism, The Paper Cranes is a novel about memory, loss, and the extraordinary power of ordinary Tuesdays.

Just a simple book of a few of my poems ~~ Please comment and vote!

In this book, time behaves strangely. An old clockmaker in a basement smelling of brass and oil knows a secret: eternity has a hidden side. You can pull out a single minute - and save a child who has almost stopped breathing. True, you will have to pay with yourself. Every evening, a girl lights a street lamp - not with a match, but with the warmth of her own palms. And the city, long since switched to automation, cannot understand why this light warms more deeply than electricity. Here, a blacksmith beneath the moon forges not swords, but shadows and dreams. A baker on the edge of the market kneads bread for the birds - with dew and seeds, not salt. A cartographer draws not maps, but dreams, and his letter, written in rain-ink, sprouts into a tree a year later. An actress walks onto an empty stage to play the shadow of a hero who never arrived - and the hall applauds the darkness. And a man in a banana crate grows silence, because the noise of the city has become unbearable. Steppe ballads here border on a duel of honor, where the shot rings out like a verdict without explanation. The stonemason Myron knows: freedom is not brought - it is forged. A woman waits not for salvation, but for an equal, and her love is not a sigh, but a banner raised above fate. And the glass bridge over the abyss begins to glow only when two walk across it together. A Minute Stolen from Eternity is a collection in which magic is not a miracle, but a way of breathing. Where freedom smells of feather grass, honor stands at the barrel of a pistol, and silence sprouts through concrete, if properly watered. Open any page - and perhaps you, too, will be able to stop a moment.

This story is about a teen named Sonra who struggles with his disability as a viually impaired boy, but he discovers that this does not mean that he should stop being a human.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀. The year is 2086 and the tensions between the western and eastern powers still remain. A decade earlier the Soviet Union reformed into the URCN (United Republic of Communist Nations) and was attempting to one-up the western powers in the space race. The NSWPTO (North-South Western Powers Treaty Organization) tasked the ESU (European Space Union) to colonize a planet recently discovered in 2067. It was named "Gaia-141" due to its conditions being extremely similar to that of Earth's and its ability to host life. Long-story short the URCN was surprised by how fast the ESU colonized the planet. Seeing the massive leap in this Cold War, the URCN launched missiles at the colonies on this planet. The missiles they launched were filled with a prototype chemical that immediately reacts on contact with oxygen and nitrogen, forming mass amounts of liquid nitrogen. The chemical worked... too effectively. Within seconds after the impact of the missiles, many innocent humans and animals died because their hearts went into immediate cardiac arrest because of the sudden shock of the cold temperatures. Alongside this, a certain airborne virus adapted and mutated to the extremely cold temperatures. Its primary way of infecting victims is through the freezing blizzards. It only needed 5 days to completely kill a healthy human if left untreated.

The sole purpose of this short description is to raise awareness of the problems currently taking place in Afghanistan. Secondary school and university has been banned for women by the Afghanistan government. Society is going backwards rather than forwards therefore, I wanted to raise attention to the matter.

An art book; feedback is much appreciated. I also take requests. Book cover art is mine. All art is drawn by me unless stated.

A Latin student is bad at Latin and accidentally summons a demon. The demon is surprising. Loosely based on a writing prompt -In trying to study for a Latin test, you come across some unknown Latin words. In saying them, you accidentally summon Satan. He helps you with your Latin.

I am walking through the wilderness, running through life, reaching for a star, flying in the ozone, and wearing the fabric of reality. I have seen a lot of things, things I normally wouldn't talk about. Through a collection of poems, short stories, and dialogues a journey is painted. Whether I'm walking alongside Death, or walking with Freedom the search for meaning, truth, and purpose is still hard to find. Read and listen to yourself as you read these words carefully. This series of written works are not intended to change you but to open your eyes to change. Good luck......