Thoughtprovoking Stories

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

Sup everyone, These are just a jumbled up mess of my thoughts, what I think about life and my own life morals. I hope that writing these things down, at least a few people will find it and be consoled when they get to the same stage of life as me. When we are trying to find out who we are, we end up doubting ourselves. I do not say that my views are correct, for we are constantly evolving. Be critic of them, and let me know what you guys think instead!

1 - You're already walking. You just haven't noticed. 2 - Praise be our Lord. Forever efficient. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, parental guilt, apocalyptic imagery, mild gore

Two friends sit in the same room at ten o'clock at night. One falls asleep. The other stays awake. When morning comes, both have lived through the exact same nine hours - yet their minds carry completely different histories of the night. This is not a story about time travel. It is a story about the quiet divergence that happens inside us every day - through sleep, attention, and memory. A short philosophical novel about Subjective Temporal Divergence: the strange truth that we can share the same clock and still awaken in different worlds. Copyright © 2026 Shaikh Mo Atta. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the prior written permission of the author.

A collection of independent short stories about people, memories, chance encounters, loss, and the moments we only understand when they are already gone. Originally written in German. The English versions are translated with the help of AI.

This is a compile of short stories/poetry that I've written. Majority of them are based on true events from my life, while some are events played out in my dreams. Each story is typically only a few pages long and follows no concurrent storyline. Simply thought provoking and emotional words.

POEM COLLECTION FOR THE MASSES "There once was a puppet man, beloved by all, but controlled by the masses. And when you saw him after the moon rose, never let his face get inscribed in your head. For the politicians want to see only the good, and never the bad."

This is a Condensed Poetry Compilation of my Poetry Book, Thoughts at night, which includes my favorite poems from my 7 WattPad Poetry Collection Series. Thoughts At Night is a collection of poetry, affirmations, conscious, and subconscious thoughts that were brought out into the light. This book started as a written series written at night and each poem was published in real-time.

A lonely pine tree sits deep in the foliage of a dense forest, silent, pained and lustful for a connection that will never surface. Through years of silence and quiet pain, a light emerges from the tree line, two kids. Elio and Sadetta, the tree would come to learn as their names, watching them grow from giggly children to thoughtful adults, a one sided connection and bond rests easily between them, dusted only once every few years- ending in heartbreak and devastation. In this short story, you will turn trees with a new perspective, -seeing them in the new light that the world painted them in- and experience sympathy for a seemingly still and unalived object.

This is the collection of interesting episodes that happen in the heart of my country. Every episode is narrated with fictitious characters and any kind of resemblances with person, place or thing is purely coincidental. Some of them may sound funny while others sarcastic or even brings a smile on your face. But every episode will be thought provoking. Enjoy reading and feel free to leave your feedback. And don't forget to add this to your library for the new parts. Thank you. -Rajendra Prasad Jillella

Michael was placed in an asylum after Tyler went missing, since no one believed him about the black abyss. Though he has a plan to get out of there before it comes back to claim him.

"Writing poetry is a passion, ignited by thoughts, fueled by ink. A way to travel through another mind, where souvenirs of tears are tucked away inside your soul. Or leave you with smiles for miles, depending on which route you go." ― Renee Dixon A collection of poems written by me which are based on a variety of themes (most of them are dark).

A collection of Various poems all personally written, the themes and tones vary and most will not relate to any others. I will add any poem I write into this book

This is the before. Before Astro. Before Ellen. The prologue. But for now: Who am I? Where am I? How am I connecting to you? I'm .. nowhere. Just think, think, think.

Similar to my previous release, *Things I said to Myself*, this is a collection of poetry or short compositions. Usually, when I have so much to say and the words feel short, I shrink them down, convert them and twist around. But the expected outcome remains the same- that you are able to make sense of it. And that's what these poems help me with- making sense of things! If you feel the words clawing at you with some familiarity, do let me know in the comments. I'd love to hear it. Thanks for reading this.

In this short story you will find a skewered retelling of some old stories and a gritty original take of a time of loneliness and seclusion. It's the story of a man retelling his survival story and his journey to remembrance. .

Do you regret some actions of your life? Regret is personified as a being which resides as a parasite inside humans, an unknown entity who can look and talk to regret asks it questions a human being can't. Follow the unknown to this sequence of interrogation. Regret /rɪˈɡrɛt/ verb feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over something that one has done or failed to do. AN:// I do not own the cover page or any images shown in this poetry. I just edited few images i found on pinterest and made the cover page. I own only the poetry in this book, do not copy my poem without my permission.

Just a whole lot of jumbled thoughts that you could maybe call poetry. A lot of heavy topics.

Every Monday at 9 a.m., the blog posts appear. Anonymous. Precise. Unforgiving. They tell stories no one dared to tell out loud-about abuse, desire, lies, loyalty, and the cost of staying quiet. And every Monday, someone's life cracks open. Set between present-day investigations and memories from one brutal summer, Monday 9 a.m. follows a group of teenagers and young adults whose lives are bound together by secrets they never agreed to share-but can no longer escape. At the center is Ayda: sharp, observant, too young to carry the weight she's been given, and stubborn enough to fight back anyway. Alongside her are NK, who learns that survival sometimes means leaving everything behind, and Nara, caught between love, motherhood, and the past she never fully chose. Then there's Julien-brilliant, reckless, loyal in all the wrong ways-and the question no one wants to ask: what happens when love grows inside a system that was never meant to protect you? As blog posts resurface old wounds, friendships fracture, relationships blur the line between safety and danger, and the law becomes both weapon and shield. Courtrooms replace classrooms. Silence becomes evidence. And truth-when it finally speaks-doesn't sound heroic. It sounds messy. Human. Unfinished.

✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 Not everything is meant to be remembered. Some things are recorded anyway. This collection gathers short fiction written across different moments, different worlds-each one circling the same quiet question: What remains when something is no longer meant to stay? These stories move through memory, identity, and the systems that decide what is allowed to remain. Some were written for competitions. Others were never meant to be recorded at all. They are placed here, now, as record. Contents include: • Lyrical, atmospheric fiction • Institutional and character-driven narratives • Fragments, anomalies, and recovered entries Status: Archive Entries Completed Update Schedule: New entries added every Wednesday and Sunday @ 7:30 PM EST Some records fade. Others refuse to. Additional essays and fragments can be found under The Quiet Archive.