Writingcommunity Stories

What if your name didn't matter? What if no one knew who wrote what-only how it made them feel? What if it wasn't about being known, but about being unforgettable? What if, for once, you stopped asking, "Am I good enough?" ...and just entered the damn ring? Because this isn't your average writing contest. This is plot twists, pressure, passion. This is chaos in chapters. It's anonymous. It's brutal. It's electric. And no one is safe. Stories will crash. Some writers will rise. One will win. The rest? Let's just say... the pen cuts deep. So now what? You in? Or you watching from the sidelines... again?

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022

The Poetic Realm Awards 2026 celebrates the voices of dreamers, lovers, and storytellers of the soul. Join, submit, and let your words shine - because in this realm, every poem has the power to touch hearts.

Leaving the drinkers was the first brutal step, not towards healing, not towards clarity, but toward staying alive long enough to have a chance. This is the opening piece of *Carousel of Destruction*, a prequel cycle to *Barbed Wire Psalms* about the gravity of addiction, the people who kept spinning, and the moment you stepped off the ride.

Rory and Daryl's relationship is built on tension and grudging respect. From the start, they clash-Rory's idealism as a doctor, her need to help and heal, constantly rubs against Daryl's hardened, survivalist attitude. He doesn't trust easily, especially not someone like her, who still believes in making the world a better place despite everything falling apart. "I don't need your help, Doc," Daryl growls after a particularly tense moment where Rory tries to tend to his wounds. But beneath their antagonism, there's something deeper. Despite his gruff exterior, Daryl can't deny that Rory has a stubborn, unwavering strength. She's the only one who still tries to save lives, and though he resists, he respects her for it. "You're gonna get yourself killed trying to fix everyone," Daryl says, his tone rough but tinged with concern, even if he won't admit it. "I'm not trying to fix everyone.Just... one person at a time," Rory replies, and for a brief moment, Daryl doesn't know how to respond. Their interactions are filled with a mix of sharp words and quiet moments of understanding. Rory doesn't know whether to admire Daryl's ability to survive or to wish he would open up. And Daryl? He can't decide if he's annoyed by her optimism or secretly grateful for it. Though they argue constantly, there's no denying the bond forming between them-built on mutual survival and an unspoken need for each other in a world that has stripped them of everything else. "Maybe one day you'll stop pushing me away," Rory says quietly, after another fight. Daryl just stares into the fire, silent for a long time before muttering, "Not today." And so, they continue-two people who hate and need each other in equal measure, caught somewhere between survival and something more. DISCLAIMER ⚠️ I DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT OWN TWD AT ALL All the credits go to the lovely creators I only own Rory Davis who is a fictional character who doesn't even exist outside of this Book

Some short stories I've been working on. They're all over the place.. I update them whenever I get a new idea.

The First Thread from a Truth Seeker's Tapestry, an introduction.

Welcome to The Mistletoe Tale Contest - a festive battleground where authors don't fight with weapons, but with imagination, words, and winter magic. ✨ Here, storytellers will face a series of creative challenges inspired by the spirit of Christmas - snow, love, warmth, and wonder. Each round brings a new prompt, testing your skill, style, and sparkle as a writer. Only the most enchanting voices will make it through. 🌟 ───────────────────────────── 🎄 Structure: There will be 4 thrilling rounds, each with a unique festive prompt. With every round, contestants will be reduced - until only one writer remains standing beneath the mistletoe: The Final Winner! 🏆

She's twenty and impossible to ignore. He's older, controlled, and trying way too hard to pretend she means nothing. But she leaned in first. She started the spark ✦ And he's the one losing control now. Every look is a warning. Every touch is a mistake ✧ Every moment feels like crossing a line they'll never come back from. She fell first. He's falling worse. And none of this was supposed to happen... But then again, it's not her fault. ★

Real situation in real life. You never knew me anyway. *Names have been altered for the privacy of the individuals

"For the nights when your chest feels hollow and your heart too loud - these poems understand. They were written by a soul that lost, loved, and kept going. This book is a safe place for your sadness, a mirror for your unspoken feelings."

When the highway ran out and the sky split into three moons, I found Him standing past Navo Road - part vision, part memory, part hallucination with a cardboard sign. This is Psalm VII from my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms - poems about faith, relapse, family lies, And the strange places grace still shows up. Read more from the series: Happy House (Psalm I) Levi Garrett (Psalm II) In One Year (Psalm III) Half Ass Sober (Psalm IV) Our Unknown Allergy (Psalm V) Family Façade (Psalm VI) Roadside Jesus (Psalm VII) Were You Invited? (Psalm VIII - coming soon)

She thought surviving was enough. Until he taught her how to live. Emma Carter doesn't do soft. She's learned to fight her own battles and bury her bruises in silence. When her estranged father resurfaces to claim the one safe place she has left-her late mother's house-Emma knows she can't hide anymore. Enter Jace Maddox: emotionally unavailable, tattooed, and aggravating in all the right ways. But behind his bruised fists is a man who doesn't try to fix her-he just stays. With a found family that's loud, loyal, and wonderfully unhinged, Emma will fight to reclaim not just the house, but her voice. Her peace. Her future. A slow-burn romance about healing after trauma, the softness we fight for, and the people who never stop showing up. Because sometimes you have to burn down the walls to feel the light again.

We share stories in rooms without doors. The world outside doesn't understand - how a word, a memory, or a drink can undo years of healing. This one's for the quiet ones, the coffee drinkers, the night watchers. A short story about addiction, recovery, and the strange comfort of the fellowship that never truly ends. - from the collection Barbed Wire Psalms (Part 4 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)

Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?

Hello, everyone! CLOVERYLA here. This is a collection of fun, short stories that sprang from ideas I've imagined over time, little moments and worlds my mind drifts to when I close my eyes. Each chapter is a standalone story inspired by those thoughts, feelings, and visions. Copyright is reserved to me. Please do not copy these ideas. If you feel inspired by them, please give credit. I hope you enjoy seeing these little glimpses of the worlds that live in my imagination as much as I enjoyed writing them for you. #1 storyforyou #1 sadbutbeautiful #2 readonwattpad #2 fictionlovers #3 lifereflections

My thoughts on Filipino cosmology. Books I'm reading. Craft lessons I'm learning. Questions I can't answer. What it means to be a keeper of stories. Raw. Unfiltered. Real.

The Echo of the Soul is a collection born from the quiet spaces of the heart - where love, pain, hope, and healing speak in ways words alone often cannot. These poems capture the moments that shaped me, the emotions that strengthened me, and the truths I could no longer keep silent. These poems come from the deepest places within me: from love that softened my spirit, from pain that reshaped my strength, from friendships that held me together, and from the quiet reflections that taught me who I am becoming. In these pages, you will meet joy, loss, renewal, longing, hope, and the courage to feel again. Each poem is an echo - a vibration of something lived, survived, or surrendered - offered with honesty and open hands. My wish is that as you read, you hear pieces of your own journey reflected back to you - gentle echoes that remind you of your strength, your softness, and the beauty of feeling deeply. - Toprime

Sobriety isn't a straight line. It's coffee instead of vodka, memories instead of blackouts, and a constant argument with the person I used to be. "From my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms" (Part 3 of 8)

Avelyn Morgan's story. Book 1. "I didn't fall in love with him out loud. I loved him in the quiet-where no one was listening, and he couldn't hear it." Avelyn Morgan never meant to fall for Bahng Christopher Chan-the quiet, composed producer who spoke more in music than words. But somehow, she did. In the spaces between late-night tea and shared glances, between silent car rides and half-spoken truths, Avelyn found herself falling for a boy who didn't ask to be loved. Told through soft journal entries, aching memories, and fragile moments, When You Heard My Silence is a deeply personal exploration of silent love, unspoken affection, and what it means to love someone who may or may not say it back. But some silences aren't empty. Some are filled with everything we're too afraid to say. And sometimes... someone hears you anyway.