Unwritten Stories

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...

Lenore writes to understand the world. She crosses out what doesn't feel right. She doesn't know someone is reading what she throws away. In a library that remembers everything, someone is rewriting her story.

freeform poetry, dialogue from a story I will never write, original quotes, and etcetera. all of these are my original works. all rights reserved © ho-ho-cham 2020

Shriena doesn't know what she wants the world to remember her for-or even who she really is. She sits by the window, notebook open, pen hovering, yet the words stay hidden, buried beneath years of silent struggles and questions left unanswered. As she begins writing her memoir, she's forced to confront the shadows of her past, the fragile moments she's kept locked away, and the aching loneliness that lingers despite the world moving on around her. Each chapter she writes peels back another layer, revealing the truths she's been hiding-from herself most of all. With each page, Shriena inches closer to seeing her true self, hoping that somewhere between the lines, she'll finally uncover what it means to be whole.

It wasn't like most days, when I woke up today I felt cold and chilly as if I have been sitting outside on a side walk for hours during the night... In Rhode Island sitting on the side walk alone makes you look like a burn out. As I sat in bed with "the perks of being a wallflower" in my hands I hear my phone start to ring.. "Hello?" "Look outside." I knew the voice anywhere. Lounging in my flannel pajama pants and black cami, I peeked outside to see Danny. I picked up the phone back up to my ear and laughed. "Give me a minute" I searched my closet for a shirt to where to try to not look disgusting but, of course I threw on the black sofee's I had laying in the corner of my room and dodgeball shirt with my warn out converse. I ran outside and saw Danny. I wasn't surprised to see him because, this wasn't anything new... He talked to me like any other friends. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry this chapter was so boring... I'll try updating Dailey

Words. Thoughts. Poems. You.

~ Remember that you are never a burden And when the sky breaks out crying In the darkest moments of your life Never forget to dance in the rain ~ [Updates Tuesdays and Fridays weekly.]

The Unwritten Rules There are rules everyone follows - not because they're written down, but because society just expects it. The Unwritten Rules explores those silent expectations that shape how we behave, communicate, and move through the world. From the subtle etiquette of texting and tipping, to navigating workplace politics and reading between the lines in relationships, this piece sheds light on the invisible code that governs modern life. These are the rules no one teaches, but everyone is expected to know - until now.

❝ something about first love, which is unwritten ❞ A short story for #SaintVals2022 contest ━━━━━ ─ a short story: let's pour our hearts out, in this season of love! | completed ¦ unedited | #1 SAINT VALS 2022 2022 © copyright AKATI : all rights reserved

Saisha X Aarav Some stories are never told out loud. Some feelings are never written down. Some scars are too stubborn to fade - even when the world forgets they exist. This is not the story of a girl meeting a boy. This is not a story of perfect endings, pretty promises, or fairy tales dressed as reality. This is a story that breathes between silences, breaks between unspoken words, and survives between the things left... unwritten. She wasn't the kind of girl you notice in a crowded room - yet somehow, the universe conspired to throw her into chaos bigger than herself. He wasn't the kind of boy you fall for at first glance - but something about the way he carried his ruins made you want to know every chapter he had tried to burn. Both scarred. Both incomplete. Both pretending they were fine in a world that demands perfection. When two fractured souls cross paths, it isn't magic. It's messy. It's brutal. It's breathtaking. It's survival. In the quiet battles they never show, and the unsaid wars they fight daily, lies a bond stitched with defiance. Not built on promises. Not bound by pretty lies. But built on a single, burning truth - we are more than what broke us. This is about the pieces they refused to lose. About the parts they never allowed the world to claim. About the chapters they never wanted to write - but somehow, destiny inked them in anyway. Welcome to the chaos behind closed doors. Welcome to Unwritten. Read it... if you dare to survive it.

This is a book full of stories I never finished and single scenes that I don't have enough creativity to turn into anything. Please enjoy.

Excerpts of book I will never write.

15 Year Old Scarlett Gray Knew what she wanted from the start,Her best friend betrayed that dream and made it her own. She Stole her brightest Idea yet. After Scarlett Publishes Her Book She gets Blamed for plagiarizing Her BEST FRIEND. Can Scarlett Prove her innocence? Or will her hard work crumble down?

Poems I never published because words are permanent and we were too wishy washy to be anything more than temporary.

After her mother's horrifying murder, the eighteen years old girl finds herself thirsting for the truth on whether her beloved father was the murderer or not. As the last sight of him was near her mother's body ,he was holding a gun. Six years later all the lies start to crumble. Trembling her body maybe, but brave her heart must be.

Ashes and Echoes I: Unwritten Confession, the first volume of the Ashes and Echoes, is a collection of proses, poems, and short stories that delve into the quiet corners of the human heart. It speaks of heartbreak that lingers, nostalgia that clings, and the kind of sadness that doesn't always show on the surface. These are words for the unseen and unheard. For the nights spent overthinking, for the eyes that stayed dry while the heart shattered, for the confessions never spoken, and for the echoes of what was never said. This is not just a book. It is a mirror, a wound, a whisper that finally made it to the page.

I am careful with everything in my life and I always try to plan ahead. I know what I would be doing in every minute passing by and what should be accomplished in every certain event. I don't care what I would have to sacrifice as long as I have done what I am suppose to do. It's a crazy antic but I always found myself feeling fulfilled doing what I am meant to. That's why I hate adjustments. I hate changed plans even though I hate the event planned, I despise the fact that it won't get through. I am not a perfectionist but I just like to go through with the given schedule. I am what I am. An evolved woman who can be independent without the help of any man. That's what I was trying to achieve even though I am only in college and the idea of having a partner is far from my mind. It's fulfilling yet its lonely and even though I tried so hard denying that I don't need someone to depend on except for my family, I can't help but to admit in my most vulnerable state that I am lonely and the only thing that kept me going is the idea that one day, in the scheduled day where everything would be perfect, the right guy would come along and sweep me off my feet and it would be pure bliss. But, I didn't expect it to be different than what I have in my head and I didn't expect it to be something no one thought it would be. I guess, having someone can be messier than it already is.