Shortreads Stories

A collection of stories in the form of poetry, where every qissa carries a different shade of love. "Mohabbat ke Qisse" ek aisi kitaab hai jahan har kahani lafzon me nahi, ehsaason me likhi gayi hai. Yeh ek collection hai un qisson ka, jo kabhi mukammal ho gaye... aur kuch jo bas yaadon, khamoshiyon aur adhoore jazbaaton me reh gaye. Har safhe par mohabbat ka ek naya rang milega- kabhi duaon jaisa, kabhi judai jaisa. Agar aapne kabhi ishq mehsoos kiya hai, toh shayad in qisson me aap khud ko kahin na kahin paayenge. Kuch qisse... meri zabani. ✍️🤍 .....Your one and only, authorrjuvi.

‎A collection of poems written as letters from fictional men, voices born from imagination yet filled with real emotion. Each piece captures love, longing, and unspoken truths, blurring the line between what is imagined and what is deeply felt. ‎Not about real people, but about very real feelings.

Auckland, 1958. She survives by the hour, and writes throughout the night. Told through intimate diary entries, By the Hour is a haunting short read about a woman living on the edge of respectability, recording a life the city would rather turn a blind eye to. Raw, lyrical, and deeply human, it is a story of survival, loneliness, and flickering hope in a world where the night feels endless, even when its daytime.

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The Doctor lands on the moon in the future to find what's left of a group of colonists plagued by an entity they call 'The Nightmare Man'. Just who exactly is the Nightmare Man, and can The Doctor and an unexpected ally stop the Nightmare Man and free his prisoners before it's too late?

Basically just a collection of proses and poems I write and feel like writing over time I.e. a collection of short stories and poems Loosely based off of true stories unless specified otherwise

A Collection of Dark Ethereal Poetry. Perfect for readers who love wild, impactful poetry with an unmistakable sensuality. Lines to underline, share, and return to again and again. Join the devotional, sensual journey of Women Are Weapons And Flowers. Four inner seasons - Nocturne, Inferno, Beam, Surrender - trace the rise of a woman learning to wield her fire and tenderness. Each micro-prose and poem piece stands alone, yet together they map a life in motion: mystery opening in the night, desire that burns and teaches, joy that steadies, and quiet surrender that heals.

first real xreader- made many years ago- i hope some enjoyment is found from it.

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This is not a story. There is no plot, no characters, no ending. Just thoughts. Feelings I couldn't say out loud. Maybe you'll understand. Maybe you won't. But If even one of the things I've written sounds familiar, know that you're not alone...

Two worlds, connected. One library housing it all and a cat watching. This thrilling story will take you through time and space to worlds made from paper and printers Ink holding life itself. You will meet Sandra a fifty year old wommen determined to get her way, Amy a forty year old wommen who slipped through to a new world at the age of eight and Pumpkin a small ginger cat thats more than you might think. Sit down, grab a cup of tea and join them in their adventure.

Hey. So this isn't the full story-just the beginning. Think of it like a warm-up. I'm writing all of this from memory, exactly how I remember it, no filters. Some stuff might sound fake, but that's your call. I lie a lot, but I'm also weirdly honest. Welcome to Nine Lives Liven. Let's see how long you stick around.

Short entries documenting the battle with depression. *I don't own rights to the cover picture please don't sue*

im sad once more and it's getting bad again

Edward Clariss felt empty his whole life.. an empty hole begging to be filled. One day, those questions will be answered and the empty holes will be filled. As he takes on the mantle of The Rival, will his one and only goal to become the truly fastest man alive come true?

She is just an ordenary girl, who as everyone alse does the same thing everyday, eats, sleep REPEAT. As days turns into months, she quistions lifes true values. What is the meaning behind these meaningless creatures that wanders around, and at times show emotions but endeed has no purpose in life? On a gloomy day after scool, there he stood in the rain, it looked liked one of those scenes from a highschool movie. Ofcourse she didn't even notice the boy, who looked liked he had the same blank look in his eyes as her. On the corner of her eye, she sees the boy starring at her, a fascinating look that let time disapear for a few seconds. She then walks into the crowd of people, and disapears.

A short story about a boy who had a good relationship with his parents until one day he woke up with a bad feeling.

A zombie outbreak occurs, taking away Skye and Jenna's parents. In a moment of despair, Skye contemplates about ending her life. ----- Disclaimer: I don't really know what chromium, nickel and silicon does and if they exist as a compound. Chromesium nicide is purely a name I came up with myself.

There are words we never wanted to say but end up saying unintentionally, and then there are words written with every intention to be said out loud, but we lack the courage actually to speak them. This is my open letter to a very special person. To everyone who finds this relatable, here's a hug to you.