Deepthinking Stories

We almost died together. And that was the moment everything changed. What started as a hate-love friendship turned into something neither of us planned or knew how to handle. Late nights. Fast drives. Unfinished conversations. This is a story about chaos, connection, and the kind of bond that forms when two people meet at the edge of everything. Not a perfect love story. But a real one (inspired by a true story).

"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.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

✦ 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.

Not every child runs toward the world. Some watch it. Aarav was never the loudest in the room. He did not fight for attention, nor did he try to be seen. While others spoke, he observed. While others reacted, he understood. But in a world that rewards noise, what happens to the one who chooses silence? This is not just a story. It is a deep psychological journey into the mind of an introvert-where observation becomes strength, silence becomes depth, and being different becomes a quiet power. If you have ever felt unseen, unheard, or simply different- you will find yourself in these pages.

အကို ထြက္ေျပးခဲ့တယ္ ရတယ္ေျပးစမ္း..အႀကိဳက္ေျပးအကို ကမၻာအဆံုးမကလို႔ ကမာၻ့အျပင္ဆိုရင္ေတာင္.ေမာင္လိုက္ၿပီးသိမ္းပိုက္မယ္ အကိုဆိုတာ ေမာင္ပိုင္တဲ့အ႐ုပ္ေလး အကိုေမာင္ကို ခ်စ္ခြင့္႐ွိသည္။သို႔ေသာ္မုန္းခြင့္္မ႐ွိ အကိုေမာင့္ကို စိတ္ဆိုးခြင့္႐ွိသည္။သို႔ေသာ္စိတ္နာခြင့္မ႐ွိ အကိုေမာင့္ကို ထိုးရိုက္ခြင့္႐ွိသည္။သို႔ေသာ္ေမာင့္ႏွလံုးသားေလးထိခြင့္မ႐ွိ ေမာင္ကအတၱႀကီးသလိုအခ်စ္လည္းႀကီးတက္တယ္ကိုရဲ႕ Unicode အကို ထွက်ပြေးခဲ့တယ် ရတယ်ပြေးစမ်း..အကြိုက်ပြေးအကို ကမ်ဘာအဆုံးမကလို့ ကမ္ဘာ့အပြင်ဆိုရင်တောင်.မောင်လိုက်ပြီးသိမ်းပိုက်မယ် အကိုဆိုတာ မောင်ပိုင်တဲ့အရုပ်လေး အကိုမောင်ကို ချစ်ခွင့်ရှိသည်။သို့သော်မုန်းခွင့််မရှိ အကိုမောင့်ကို စိတ်ဆိုးခွင့်ရှိသည်။သို့သော်စိတ်နာခွင့်မရှိ အကိုမောင့်ကို ထိုးရိုက်ခွင့်ရှိသည်။သို့သော်မောင့်

Are We Preparing for the Future or Becoming the People the Future Needs? What if the future isn't something we control, but something we prepare for? In a world full of uncertainty, failure, delays, and unexpected turns, Beyond Us: Preparing for an Unpredictable Future explores how growth, usefulness, courage, and hope can help us survive and thrive in unpredictable times. This is not just a book about success. It is a book about becoming stronger while waiting for life to unfold.

An original poetry collection by SSears90. Mostly dark, gloomy, and angsty (my favorite! lol) Just a collection of my feelings and thoughts on my bad days. Enjoy.

> Jacob : Whole my life is been about taking care of just one Rose , after when i lost my rose .. I feels having her beside me when i take care of this Rose ... > Lucas : I have a good news for you , i think where you might find your rose ... Penny : It's better for you Tina , it's better there , you can live in the peace and forget about him about all that happened Desert will relief all your problems ... -----/-/----- Happy to write my new story Desert Rose , About a girl who choose to live a part of her life in the desert , far from all the danger that her lover brings her , Far from all the drama and violence. But will she be even safe far away in the desert? Jacob : What does my Rose do here , you are a flower you will die in the desert ...

Through all my years of being alive, not once have I fully felt comfortable spilling my life to a stranger. I withhold myself to remain drama and personal life free while making content, but this book has turned into a riddle of dairy entries. Here I open my heart to you, my dear reader, in hopes that you understand the metaphors and similes. My first poem in this book I wrote when I was 14. Weird huh? A 14-year-old talking about love as if they knew they found their soulmate in the darkness of life. I'm now 19 (as of 2026) and no longer with the person that poem was written for, but they remain a close friend of mine, same with their boyfriend. I'm still living life and haven't yet fully experienced the joys of living. I'm still young, and I'm still trying my best to be a better version of myself by the day.

There's no reason for heartbreak to be a private matter. I'm truly sorry if anyone else has ever felt this way.

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

Just a bunch of poems that I hope resonate with you as much as they do with me 😊

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This is a short poem I wrote at around 3am one morning based on personal experiences. Deals with deep issues, do don't read if you find that material offensive or upsetting. Please review. This is one of the first poems I've every written and I would appreciate feedback, critique etc.

This is a story of acceptance and hope, of human pain and sorrow, of an emotional journey written through the emotional lens of a man living thorough Vietnam-era America, sure to pierce the core of your heart.

All poems are written by me, written on emotions, usually after midnight, if you all liked it please do let me know via comments and likes I will upload more :-)