Soulsearching Stories

"Every soul has a breaking point. Some emerge to become something else. Others become something far worse." The shadow of the Black Prom Massacre still suffocates Chamberlain, Maine. Though the world believes Carrie White perished in the flames, the truth survived beneath the ashes. Broken in body and spirit, Carrie wanders in hiding, tormented by the terrifying telekinetic force awakened within her and hunted by those who would exploit it. As despair threatens to consume her completely, a wandering stranger leads Carrie to the only man who may understand the darkness destroying her from within: Jago, the haunted warrior-monk seeking redemption for his own corrupted soul. Under his guidance, Carrie begins a brutal struggle to master the rage, fear, and unimaginable power threatening to tear her apart. But powerful forces are already closing in. The same ruthless organizations and supernatural predators that stalk the fighters of Killer Instinct now seek to weaponize Carrie's abilities for their own ends. And with the apocalyptic return of Gargos drawing near, Carrie must decide what she will become: a victim, a monster, or something powerful enough to stand against the coming darkness. Because Carrie White survived. And the world is not ready for what she is becoming. ------------------------------------------ Cover credited by @Niranju98. Disclaimer: Microsoft and Rare own Killer Instinct Stephen King owns Carrie. *EDITING

Thoughts made real May you find words that hit home and speak to your soul ♡

I only get inspired when I'm sad so yeah

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

❝ 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕... 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.❞

تعرف على ذاتك قبل أن تخوض الحب. Know yourself before you venture into love.

I wonder about life a little too much. About people. About feelings. About the way everything changes without us noticing. So I leave those thoughts here in poems, in confessions, in realizations, and in feelings that never found closure. No storyline. Just words that needed a place to stay. Welcome to The Unwritten Nook.

"Death is something sacred in our world. When we die, we become one with the moon and the stars, forever joining our ancestors in StarClan." Nightpaw has been raised to believe in an afterlife of peace and everlasting youth, however, as certain events unfold before her eyes she turns her back on StarClan. Those around her forsake her for her betrayal, while one remains at her side, earning her trust and her love. However, as the night of the blood moon arrives, her world comes crashing down, tearing her away from the one she held so dear. What she believed was the end is just the mere beginning of finding out who she truly is and what her after life will unfold to be. Into the Unknown she goes; secrets unravel as everything she once believed to be reality turns out to be full of heart break, loss, and betrayal. Will she be able to keep her sanity in tact or will she crumble under the pressure? "The beings of the Unknown are far greater than any living or dead creature. We hold the power of fate in our paws."

when did I stop growing and how do i start again?

Assume you are being cooked in a kitchen, flavours you have developed in XX years of life - the road to self-discovery! Here's my version, hope you enjoy it!

There are still things Kylo Ren cannot touch. (He will hunt her across stars.) [ Art by Elithien ]

A soul searching journey that took me from being a company manager to a homeless traveler.

What happens when the body whispers what the heart can't scream? In a deeply introspective journey between science and spirituality, a young man grapples with his friend's chronic illness-and his own unraveling sense of self. As questions about pain, identity, and the vastness of the universe mount, he begins to seek meaning not in cosmic answers, but in small, human acts of connection, persistence, and love. A poetic reflection on existence, suffering, and the quiet rebellion of choosing to live with intention.

we ask ourselves why? where? what? how? Life, Vitae in Latin, has so many different versions. This is one of them.

Poetry has it's own kind of magic. This is a book full of the poems I have written. They are filled with my feelings. Each of them contains a small part of my soul. I hope you enjoy them.

Introspective poetry

Who am I?

this is my original story how do people connect? maybe it's in their childhood when they are not aware of what makes them different from others during the summertime of life, maybe it happens when most reach their teen years in early spring when they begin to figure out who they are not fully there just yet but almost or, maybe it's fall when everyone is a bit older and able to appreciate the bonds that they create. some might even argue that it happens in Winter you appreciate life and you wish to spend it with someone you cherish till you pass away. you make friends all throughout your life connections have a positive and negative effect on people's lives. this story collides the world of four teenage boys who yearn for a real connection will they find a real connection in each other