Contradiction Stories

"You remember you said you'll be with me till I want you to be......and the day I try drifting apart, you'll move away the very next second? So, I don't want you anymore, go away Inaya. Just go away. I don't want you in my life anymore. We're done." These words......they were enough for Inaya to move on. Apparently, she did yet she never was able to. She thought he was no longer a part of her life. Little did she know, she was his world. He came back.....for her, for them, for what little was left between them, for it to grow into something divine, beautiful and strong.....love. He was her Junoon. She was his Ibaadat. "Ab dil sirf tumhari ibaadat krta hai, Gharwali." ~Rishaan Rajvansh Dive into the story to know more. **This book is not a standalone** Read book 1. Trust me you'd not regret rather would love it. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Her hand gripping the collar of his shirt, her black charcoal-ed eyes locked with his brown chocolaty ones when she said this: "Iss shaadi ka ek ek pal tum bhugtoge Mr. Rajvansh. Shaadi krne ka bohot shaukh h na tumhe. Ab shaadi ke side effects bhi dekh lo. Shaadi ki h tumne mujhse. Iss shaadi mein tum har roz thoda thoda maroge." ***************************************** "Agar main uss time pe kuchh nhi bolta toh uss bewakoof ko tum jaisi jangli billi se kon bachata?" Rishaan said still looking at his laptop. "Right- what? Main jungli billi? Aur tum kya ho? Vehsi darinde! Jo raat mein sunsaan sadkon par ghumta h aur ladki pakad pakad ke usse shaadi krta hai!" She said. He huffed and looked at her. ***************************************** Dive into the tale of "JUNOON" where you will find love being beautifully written, obsession being drastically expressed and mysteries being unexpectedly unveiled. This story is about how 'she' has 'junoon' for 'him', and that obsession paves the way for love in her heart.

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Existential Evidence gathers poems that expose the hidden corners of the mind - where desire, guilt, curiosity, and contradiction coexist. The poems examine the moments we rarely speak about - the private negotiations between thought and instinct.

Story Poem, Poems

A conflict between the reality and the reality you ought to be. Something complicated and something uncertain. Battle full of contradiction within, thoughts that linger every moment. I hope I could get out of this certain uncertain paradox.

Part Three of "The Forgotten Journals" Series. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite." (Act II, scene ii) Roméo & Juliet

All of them... But... Sailor. She's pretty normal, but she's not. Their all creepy and wicked in their own way. But there's something about Sailor. Read the next page, and go through all the creepiness.

"THIS STORY IS FULLY THE IMAGINATION OF THE RESPECTFUL OWNER, THAT'S ME, PLEASE DON'T COPY & RECREATE THE STORY WITHOUT ASKING OR TAKING THE PERMISSION OF THE OWNER." "ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SOME MISS SPELL SPELLINGS WILL BE THERE, PLEASE IGNORE THEM." Hi guys, Debut story of this new artist,.. "Most well-known ceos "Min y/n & jeon jungkook"..! The rivals, signed the contract marriage papers.. Let's see, how they will manage?? Did they will fall in love?? Or the lovesickers will be lovesicks??

A short poem of how it sucks to be Mister Nice Guy

Everyone thinks they know everything about us but they don't. We're still normal. I'm still regular ole' Craig Crippen and I want everyone to know the truth of what goes on behind the scenes with Mindless Behavior. These are my Vigilant Contradictions.

Chess Marshall is alluring, he's a mystery, and there's this odd contradiction that surrounds him. He's an outcast, an introvert, and he tries to avoid building relationships at all costs. Why is it that he keeps his distance? Why is he so cautious? What is he hiding? He repels people all while attracting them. Find out what unfolds in his life when all of his deepest truths are revealed.

A tale of two positions. A Flash Fiction story. Cover generated on Canva.

We are coins-two sides of the same token. Most are made of copper, others of silver, and some of gold. The Perfects. The gold coins. Like the gleaming pieces of precious metal they are, they are flawless, radiant, the very embodiment of perfection. The Ordinaries. People like you and me. They are normal, and hence the name: ordinary. As vast as the sea, they are silver coins, those who have not yet achieved perfection. The Coppers. Copper coins oxidize as time moves on, slowly losing their luster, their worth, their ability to shine. Finally, they are worth the least. These are the ones who failed to forge an identity. Those who fail work their lives away to support society. That is their only purpose. "Nothingness" is where the Mistakes go after they have finished their term. And if they don't? Well, I suppose this is why this journal was made. This world is not fueled by greed, wealth, power, or beauty. The only thing that will guarantee your survival is... Perfection. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A dystopian novel made by yours truly. I wrote this during ESP last year and decided to continue the series, hopefully, I won't give up on it because I did have solid ideas for this. Wish me luck ! Published : 12.16.25

"In my memory you will live on My heart will forever sing your song. Soon we'll be together at peace. Soon we both will be free." Take a look inside and see A peculiar side to our reality. *Updates weekly* Highest #46 in Poetry The amazing cover was created by Lttle_Skittle: Graphics Shop | Premade and Requests. Thank you @Lttle_Skittle

A poem written by Annah Marie on the hypocrisy of her own mind.

The bible is a book that some people believe is the word of God , here with the help of Allah we will show how this book is not the word of God by bringing some mistakes and contradictions as an evidence that this book is fallible . Thus it can not be trusted . Insha'Allah .

You can taste a sort of shivering excitement on the air as you reach out and slowly, hesitantly pull aside the door. Darkness seems to stream out of the gap, coalescing around your feet in pools of murky black, with a cold blue-white glow emanating from within the enclosure. As you take your first step into the Planetarium, the rough fabric falls from your hand and shutters the door with an echoing whoosh. The warm, flickering light from the crystalline bonfire in the courtyard is extinguished, and you are plunged into blackness. The smells of popcorn and caramel apples suddenly disappear and are replaced with the sharp scent of minerals, earth, and something icily metallic. The mellow chatter and bustling excitement from outside disappear, and an unnerving, yet exhilarating, feeling hits you as realization dawn: You are completely alone. You take a step forwards, your hands probing the empty air in front of you, and are relieved to find that the ground has not dissipated from beneath your feet. The darkness is so absolute that you cannot see your own hand in front of your face. Shivering, you take another step forwards, and are suddenly thrown into blinding golden light.