Deep Stories

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry, lyrics and quotes.

This story is about Boboiboy and his friend was on a mission to retrieve a power sphere. But, an incident make him send to the past. Boboiboy was help by his father, and fortunately his friend are rescue him, only to find out that they were trapped on the past. Now, Boboiboy and her friend with the help of his Dad and his friend has to adjust their life in the past without interfering with the past and try to find a way to their timeline.

Y/n is a very young boy who lives with his father who was retired from the navy . Y/n is a very smart and brave, but will he be brave after what he is going to learn and discovers that he will be able to get on his own.

After being betrayed by the woman he loved, his heart turned cold and his soul hardened. Pain changed him-once kind, he became rude, arrogant, and distant from the world. Love had left him broken, and darkness slowly took its place. But destiny had its own plans. It led him to Trisha-an introverted, mature girl with a calm soul and silent strength. She was different from everyone he had ever met. Though the world had already shaped him into someone harsh, her presence began to question the walls he had built around his heart. Will Trisha be able to calm the storm within him, or become the peace he never knew he needed?

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Some stories don't end. They pause. They wait. They live quietly in the spaces people avoid revisiting. Years can pass. Lives can change. People can become strangers to who they once were. And then, without warning, something shifts. A moment. A meeting. A question that was never meant to be asked. And suddenly- Everything that was left behind... demands to be remembered. Was she right or was he wrong? You tell me your perspective and I will tell you mine.

One girl. Two best friends. And feelings complicated enough to ruin everything. Ekansh Rathore is cold, intimidating, and impossible to understand. Vedant Singhania is charming, chaotic, and way too easy to trust. Nandini was never supposed to fall between them. But some stories begin exactly where they shouldn't.

The world Anna knew is gone. Left broken by a mission that claimed the lives of those she trusted most, she runs through the shadows of Europe and Eurasia with little more than a bloodied lab coat, a memory stick, and the pills barely keeping her alive. Memories haunt her at every turn-the faces of the fallen, the weight of her survival. Every step feels heavier, every fleeting refuge more fragile. When she crosses paths with Knox, a man as guarded as she is, it feels less like salvation and more like a trap. He claims to know more about the experiments that tore her life apart, yet every word he speaks sounds like a half-truth. Their alliance is uneasy, fraught with mistrust and silence, yet Anna has no choice but to follow him as they flee through Athens, Russia, and Madrid, chased by enemies she cannot outrun. Knox talks of redemption, of making the project humane, but Anna isn't sure she believes him-or if she even wants to. Her body is failing, her mind is splintering, and the pills that sustain her are running out. All she knows is the unrelenting weight of guilt and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to stop running and start fighting back. Phantoms of Guilt is an emotionally charged journey through survival, loss, and the fragile threads of trust that bind the broken. It is a story of resilience in the face of betrayal and the unyielding hope that, even in the darkest moments, there is something left worth fighting for.

a bunch of , quiet emotion, feelings...and deep meanings.., you gonna read about yourself too beautiful thoughts of a teenager....

The shadows chose them-and everything changed. A hidden war between light and shadow. A prophecy that could unite them... or destroy them both. A prince who watches from the dark. Twin heirs of light-one gentle, one unyielding. A fallen guardian. A soldier who trusts no one. All of them are necessary. But unity isn't destiny- it's trust. And if they fail... the world will never be whole again.

Ghost of Atlanta is a grounded, character-driven drama about a boy who never wanted to be a hero. Miles Vega works the late shift at a diner, saves every penny for college, and dreams of leaving his small town behind. Then his 18th birthday comes. The nanites his father buried in his body years ago activate. A silver suit crawls out of his skin. And suddenly Miles isn't just a broke kid trying to survive - he's a target. But this isn't a superhero story. There are no cheering crowds, no villains with world-ending plans, no wise mentors with easy answers. There's just Miles, his grandmother, his friends, and the slow, terrifying realization that the thing inside him is changing everything. His body. His relationships. His future. The suit can heal any wound, grant impossible strength, and fly faster than sound. It can also ruin his life. The military wants to study him. Corporations want to replicate him. The people closest to him don't know whether to be scared or sympathetic. And Miles - tired, broke, and desperately trying to hold onto his humanity - isn't sure either. They call him the Ghost of Atlanta. Not because they've seen him save anyone. Because he appears like a shadow, moves like a rumor, and disappears before anyone can get close. Ghost of Atlanta is about the weight of legacy, the loneliness of power, and the quiet horror of waking up one day and realizing you don't recognize yourself anymore.

War is coming to Mid-Hill. For nearly fifteen centuries, the kingdoms of the continent have drowned in blood, hatred, and endless conflict. In the quiet city of Arienland, Antonio Fabrizio Hellardo, known only as Tony, lives as an outcast: a young man of conquered Orien blood trapped beneath the banner of the kingdom that destroyed his homeland. He is not a hero. He is not a knight. And he is certainly not someone the world remembers. But when war between Arkania and Galion begins to consume the continent once more, Tony is forced to leave behind the golden fields of home and march toward a future written in steel, fire, and death. Haunted by the legacy of his fallen father, driven by love he fears he can never deserve, and tormented by the growing darkness within himself, Tony enters a brutal world where loyalty is fragile, legends walk among men, and survival comes at the cost of innocence. As ancient forces begin to awaken and the shadow of a forgotten evil stirs once again, one question remains: Can a man who believes he is worth nothing become the one who changes the world? A dark fantasy saga filled with war, tragedy, brotherhood, political conflict, romance, psychological struggle, and the rise of a broken soul.

This is not a story about dying. It is a story about living - fully, honestly, and on one's own terms. Corey has his whole life ahead of him... until he doesn't. After a life-changing diagnosis, he makes a choice most wouldn't understand: instead of going home, he keeps going. Traveling across the world with his friends, he chooses to experience everything he still can - laughter, connection, quiet moments, and the kind of clarity that only comes when time feels limited. Through the pages of his personal journal, Corey captures not what he's losing... but everything he refuses to miss. When his journey finally brings him home, and his story reaches its final chapter, the truth of how he lived begins to unfold for those he loved most. And in that understanding, they begin to see life differently too. Life on My Terms is a deeply emotional and uplifting story about love, choice, family, and the quiet courage it takes to truly live. This isn't a story about the end. It's about everything that comes before it.

A collection of my poetry, or my thoughts. Also, this is some of my best work, and my most personal work. Please be nice, and don't steal. 😘

✦ 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 Ongoing 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.

නුඹ නොමැති දිහාවක තල කොහිද සඳළු කටු මතින් ඇවිද යමි මතක වන වදුළු උහුලන්න බැරි තරම් සිහිනයන් සිඳළු ලස්සනම තැන් වලයි තියෙන්නෙම කඳුළු

A dark, haunting poem about survival, uncertainty, and the silent struggle of staying afloat when life pulls you under. The Path explores isolation, fear, and the fragile line between coping and escaping.

He should've kept his eyes on him. It wasn't supposed to be anything. And yet- the more you look, the less there is to see. Maybe there was never a problem. Or maybe... it just wasn't meant to be found.

In the ancient Chinese concept, cicadas were somewhat similar to the Egyptian scarab beetles, as they emerged from the soil with high pitched sounds, carrying even greater hope of survival.

Don't read this alone. These aren't just words, they are pieces of something that stayed too long in the dark. Once you start reading... it might start reading you.