Selfreflection Stories

Some words are never spoken. Some feelings are never confessed. And some memories refuse to fade. The Things I Never Said is a collection of thoughts, emotions, memories, regrets, and truths that were once meant to be spoken-but somehow remained buried within.

In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls confined to indefinite imprisonment in Mortmundus, the world of the dead. After seemingly fulfilling his final mission and earning the right to rejoin the circle of life, Raxyas is brought back to answer for its ultimate failure. As the people he once swore to protect are now the very same who shun and accuse him of treason for conspiring with those he should have destroyed, Raxyas must clear his name and tie up all loose ends if he wishes to achieve rebirth. Inspired by: The Elder Scrolls, Soul Reaver, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, Douluo Dalu. Note: this book is currently undergoing revision. --Credits-- Book cover: canva Map of Mortmundus: Azgaar's Fantasy Map Generator AI-generated images: craiyon -- You can also find this story on Royal Road (by unholy_sweetrolls).

The second part of the 5-part series of my poems written between 2019 and 2026

Reflections, lessons and thoughts on everyday life. Life is full of emotions, choices, struggles and questions that sometimes we don't know the answer. This is a collection of personal reflections about the things that we experience but don't always talk about - emotions and decisions, forgiveness and bitterness, faith and doubt, relationship, social media, traits in life and quiet battles inside our minds. Some thoughts may be disturbing and some may be challenging. Some may remind you of your own experience in life. Well, these are not perfect answers. Just simple thoughts from an ordinary mind trying to understand life, people, faith and everything in between. New reflections will be added along the way.

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit Think of it like pages torn from different days but from the same life. ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

Status: Year 2 - To be started once Year 1 is over "We went over the terms together, haven't we? What was loss for one. Victory for another. Vice versa. And we agreed on them. So then...what's wrong with the outcome? Why is it like this? I say that, yet there's no one to question for an opinion. None that has anything worthwhile to add at least. It was between us. On paper? 50-50. In practice? Deck stacked against you. As I'm never careless with preparations. Chess is my favorite game after all. But not yours. I see that now. Flipping the chess board is normally against the rules. But we've never actually shook hands on those. Only on the win conditions. It's a...peculiar parting gift to receive. I guess love wasn't the only important feeling sidelined in the White Room. ...how regrettably quiet it is now..." [A crossover between Classroom of the Elite and Assassination Classroom post-Koro-sensei death, featuring an original character and returning ones. All in hopes of a slightly different approach and feel to a COTE Story compared to most Kiyotaka 2.0 ones. I emphasize themes and clashing of ideals, not intellectual power scaling and one-upping. If you treat COTE the way power scalers treat Batman, this is probably NOT for you.]

A collection of first drafts, writing exercises, and the early steps of reclaiming my creative voice.

A reflection on being seventeen, growing up, and trying to understand the space between childhood and adulthood. Maybe teenagers aren't simply "difficult." Maybe we're just becoming🌿.

Before I Name It: The Art of Observation What if we observed before we judged? What if, before calling someone hateful, foolish, hypocritical, strange, or wrong, we simply allowed ourselves to see them? Before I Name It: The Art of Observation is a collection of thoughts, observations, questions, and philosophies born from everyday life. It is not a book that claims to have all the answers. It is a record of a mind that keeps noticing, questioning, reflecting, and sometimes changing its own perspective. From religion and belief to human behaviour, morality, creativity, identity, disagreement, and the strange contradictions of being human, these pages explore one simple idea: Observe the world without labels. And when the observation turns inward, observe yourself with the same honesty. Because perhaps understanding does not always begin with knowing. Perhaps it begins with looking.

This isn't a diary. It isn't a journal either. At least... I don't think it is. There will be a lot of probablys in these pages because certainty has never really been my thing. These are just my thoughts-unfiltered, unorganized, and sometimes impossible to understand, even for me. What I do know is that these pages carry the naked feelings of someone caught somewhere between being a teenager and becoming an adult. Old enough to know that life can hurt. Young enough to still wonder why it had to. This isn't a story about having all the answers. It's about being another girl trying to survive the life that keeps finding new ways to leave its marks on her. I don't really have one person to tell all of this to. So I'm leaving it here. Out in the open. Maybe someone will understand. Maybe no one will. Either way, these thoughts deserved somewhere to exist besides my own mind. I'll try to make them interesting enough for you to stay. I hope you do.

"Echoes of the Soul: Reflections and Poetry" is a collection of verses born from the depths of human experience: love, loss, faith, loneliness, hope, and the passage of time. Through poetry and reflections, the author opens a window into his inner world, where each piece is an echo of what has been lived, felt, and left unspoken. These are not merely words: they are fragments of life transformed into voice. This book does not promise perfect answers, but sincere questions. It speaks of what hurts, what saves us, what is lost... and what remains within us even when everything else changes. For those who have loved, fallen, believed, doubted... and still keep moving forward.

a collection of love, loss, longing & everything I never said

A callus doesn't form because skin is weak. It forms because something never stopped rubbing it raw. A quiet story about four habits that turn a room full of smart people into a stage for cruelty, and the strange relief of finally walking out.

Life is such a precious thing, ironic since I wrote something about the one guy Nintendo killed for sure LOL. But it's not just being alive that's precious; it's that endless chase of change. Rediscovering something wonderful about yourself that you haven't remembered in a long time. Even an old Toad like Toadsworth can learn new tricks! Even from his younger self! So what does he rediscover at the end of Partners in Time? This is a short story about finding that change he needed.

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Stubborn breezes giving a shudder, a little drizzle wetting the toes and the scent of the soil stealing away the mind. Infused with love, longing and seasonal blues, this peculiar book of beautiful poems is a place where nostalgia and bliss blend together. Just as the seasons change throughout the year, this book takes you along itself via these poems - some short, some long - written to let you feel the world more intensely. Dive into a place where the monsoon never ends. 🫧🍃Updated regularly. Perfect for quiet nights and deep thoughts. Happy Reading!

Life can be boring and mundane sometimes, but why not poetic? If you are looking for poetry that ignites a spark that you never felt you needed, you have come to the right place. I welcome you and I hope you enjoy your time.

This constant pain and void we all may feel and face everyday....... What... I.. Face everyday and can't seem to wrap my head around nor move forward from.

When Anger Speaks for the Wounded is a reflection on what happens inside us when anger takes control. In moments of hurt, the mind can become clouded by emotion, making us react before we have the chance to think. We may become silent, distant, impatient, or say things we never meant to say-not always because we want to hurt someone, but because we want them to understand that they have hurt us. The poem explores that space between anger and understanding: the moment when emotions are loud, and the quieter moment that comes afterward, when we begin to question ourselves. Sometimes we regret how we reacted. Sometimes we realise that our anger had a reason. At its heart, this poem is about something many of us experience but don't always talk about-the complicated relationship between hurt, anger, reaction, and self-reflection. About the Author I am Lavanya Y. Rao, and I am a new writer who finds inspiration in everyday moments, emotions, and the little things we often overlook. The idea for this poem came to me after I witnessed an incident involving another person. It made me stop and think about how strongly anger can take over our minds and bodies, sometimes making us react emotionally before we have had the chance to think clearly. It also made me wonder how easily hurt can turn into anger, and how differently we sometimes see a situation once we have calmed down. That moment became the inspiration for When Anger Speaks for the Wounded. Through my writing, I hope to put ordinary but complicated emotions into words that people can recognise within themselves. With this poem, I wanted to explore anger not just as an emotion, but as something that can sometimes hide hurt, disappointment, or simply the desire to be understood. Most of all, I hope that while reading these words, you find a small part of yourself in them. If you enjoyed the poem, please do vote and leave a comment. Your support means everything t

A Collection of thoughts that sometimes take the shape of poems

...LACE UP YOUR DOCS. {'CAUSE THINGS DON'T TURN OUT AS PLANNED.}