Unspoken Histórias

Long before kingdoms were built and legends were written, the world was kept in balance by the ancient Elements. Each was born with a purpose. Each was bound by unbreakable laws. And above all else, each was forbidden from loving its opposite. Eira, the gentle spirit of the Cold Breeze, has spent her life preserving the quiet beauty of winter, carrying loneliness as faithfully as she carries the snow. Far beyond the frozen peaks, Caelan, the radiant Fire Plume, is destined to bring warmth, hope, and light to a world that can never truly keep his flame. Raised in different worlds but burdened by the same silent longing, neither realizes they have spent their lives searching for something they cannot name. Until fate lets them meet. Drawn together in the fleeting space where winter yields to spring, their chance encounters awaken a connection neither understands. With every meeting, the bond between them grows stronger, yet so does the truth they cannot escape: some laws exist not to punish the heart, but to protect the world itself. How do you hold on to someone whose touch could unravel everything? And how do you forget the only soul who ever made you feel understood? The Space Between Seasons is a bittersweet tale of quiet love, impossible choices, and the kind of yearning that lingers long after goodbye. It is a story of two hearts born beneath opposite skies, forever reaching across the horizon for a future they were never meant to share.

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

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This story captures the strange tension of the night and the sudden, unspoken danger Mia faces and it is the turning point when Mia crosses paths with the strange man, preparing for what coming next Start--Sept 4th 2024 End--Nov 24th 2024

She spent her whole life living for everyone else. Every morning, she woke up before the sun. Every night, she went to bed with a smile she never truly felt. No one noticed. No one cared. Except the four boys across the street. They watched her slowly disappear behind fake smiles, silent apologies, and a home that never felt like one. One day... Everything changes. Sometimes, the family you're born into isn't the one you're meant to stay with. Sometimes... Home is something you find.

The Sky I Wrote On is a collection of poems about love, loss, healing, and everything in between - moments that feel like sunsets, storms, and quiet stars. These poems or poetry are the thoughts I whispered to the sky when no one was listening . Beneath clouds and starlight, these pages carry fleeting moments - love that glows like sunsets, heartbreak that echoes in thunderstorms, and dreams painted across midnight skies. This isn't just a poetry book; it's a place for anyone who has ever looked up, searching for answers, and felt a little less alone.

This is the story of a girl who is tired of pretending. Tired of being strong. But still choosing to survive. She laughs with everyone. She replies "I'm fine" to every "How are you?" "Khamoshiya" - The silence that speaks the loudest

A book that will never be marked as completed until my very last breath as I decide to write about you as long as I live. The immortalized gentleman that the world knows but still remains mysterious and unknown. My eternal subject, my muse. ______________________ Date started: March 04, 2024 Date finished: January 11, 2025

Hi everyone, just a quick heads-up: this is the very first book I've ever written, so pls go easy on me haha! Set in Kansas City, Missouri, Midwest Boys, Late Summer, follows Caleb Turner and Evan Holt, two boys raised on church pews, summer storms, and unspoken rules. Best friends since childhood, they've grown up inseparable - and quietly in love - in a place where certain feelings are never named. Caleb, the taller of the two, has always been overprotective of Evan. Evan however, has always shown.. stronger affection to Caleb.. Caleb isnt really good at, showing emotion. Only around Evan, he feels thorough. As tornado sirens cut through humid nights and adulthood looms closer, Caleb and Evan learn what it means to want something they were taught to fear. This is a story about closeted love in the Bible Belt, about silence that feels holy and dangerous, and about the kind of romance that survives in stolen glances and almost-touches.

Welcome to my poetry. As a newbie writer, I have embarked on a journey of self-expression and creativity. In this collection of poems, you will find a range of emotions that I have experienced from time to time. Each poem is a reflection of my feelings, expressed through the power of words. From joy to sadness, from hope to despair, you will find a piece of yourself in each poem. So sit back, relax, and let the words take you on a journey through the many feelings that make us who we are.

Every glance is a secret, every silence a confession. In a world where words fail, two boys discover that eyes can carry the weight of love, longing, and destiny. When Eyes Meet is not just a story it's a journey through unspoken emotions, fleeting moments, and the kind of bond that exists beyond explanation. This is Viran: a love that lives in shadows, yet shines brighter than the sun.

They call it crazy. They call it a crime. They ask me why I waste my tears and hope on an idol who doesn't even know my name. But how can I explain to the world that loving you gave me a reason to breathe?This is a collection of raw thoughts, poetry, and feelings dedicated to the one who glows in the dark, even from afar. A story about choosing a path of devotion, surviving the yearning, and finding myself within your existence.

Thoughtsand feelings I keep to myself, finally coming to the surface in a safe manner. A collection of mixed themes. ⚠️ Some poems discuss heavy themes and personal experiences.

This story is about my stranger. The one that got away. A train ticket, a borrowed jumper, and late-night walks."

In a world slowly crumbling beneath the weight of a deadly plague, truth hides within the quiet stories left untold. person who refuses to give up. person who steals apples to survive. A person burdened by duty. A person who doesn't yet understand loss. They all live in the same dying village-separate, yet connected. Apple's weaves a tale of fractured hope and quiet sorrow, seen through the eyes of those who chose to keep walking when the world begged them to stop. Each chapter reveals another side of a fading world-its secrets, regrets, and the simple desire to stay close to someone, even if just for a little while. Because sometimes, a single apple... is enough to save someone. Or destroy them.

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Di antara perdebatan, kelas organisasi, dan gengsi yang enggan mengalah, dua mahasiswa Teknik perlahan belajar bahwa cinta tidak selalu datang dengan kata-kata manis, kadang ia datang lewat argumen yang tak pernah selesai, dan luka yang tak pernah benar-benar diucapkan. Kisah nyata tentang diam yang berbicara lebih keras dari kata-kata.

we are teenagers who fight. shit happens we lie;we cheat;we feel the study pressure;we fall in love and end up with a broken heart. we bitch about the bitches-drink till we pass out. Hardships are faced and loneliness hide our silent cry. Still we are young at heart. Wearing a sexy smile the teens bash around!! During each phase learning expressing fighting is common. Some emotions are felt within if u want to refresh them read my short poems dealing with wave of hues!!! 85# in poetry!!

I have tried to pen down my unspoken and unshared feelings with the help of my poetry.

A journey from a confused kid to a born leader. A story of kindness, attachment, and losing innocence little by little. These are not just chapters... These are The Unspoken Stories.