Doubt Stories

Life is like a slam book. We open ourselves to others, inviting them to leave their mark. Their words - scribbles on our pages - reveal their thoughts and feelings. We can't control what they write; we can only read, turn the page, and move forward. Each entry becomes a testament to our shared experiences. We cherish them, learn from them, and grow through these interactions. And so, this book - Remain Unsaid... - holds the unspoken feelings I've gathered from the people who filled those pages, alongside my own moments of quiet futility. Feelings of love, betrayal, and blessings - too profound to express to the ones who wrote them - find their way here instead, poured into words that mirror my soul. To those who have walked similar paths, who have felt the depths of love, loss, futility, and longing - may these words validate your emotions, comfort you in silence, and remind you of your strength. - A'nonymous

Michael's heart and soul were only for his businesses, at least until he met Deborah. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was instantly attracted and the feeling was mutual - which had never happened to him! He envisioned her as his wife but she dumped him. Time and her absence helped him forget the heartbreak. But when he was least expecting, it appeared that life had brought Deborah back into his circles. She came in a version that was more lovable and attractive than before, and despite their unsolved issues, Michael decided to grasp this chance to have Deborah back, no matter what the cost. Where would love lead him?

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

In these writings, I have prepared some album lyrics, written in old English. The lyrics follow the journey of two old friends (two women), Lyra and Vandelia, through a dark, oppressive world, searching for answers in the present and in the memories of the past.

In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready. Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death. "Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena." Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena. In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay. "Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them. To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection. It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...

Veronica Scott thought she had it all - a career on the edge, a husband who was her calm. Until she discovered the truth. The man she loved was living a lie. Now, with secrets unravelled and trust shattered, Daniel's gotta fight to prove he's more than his shadows. Can he earn back the trust of the one person he never meant to hurt?

Parasitic hands plague Victor with morbid visions of the future.

"Wondering if he will show, if he even exists" ~ Jen, 17 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:

Here you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check up on your friends, your family, your acquaintances, your enemies and people you don't even know. You never know what they're going through, and the difference you might make to them.

"How does it look?" "Ugly." She never knew he was lying. ********* This story deals with body image issues and touches on eating disorders. Please, if you have struggled or are struggling with these things or are uncomfortable reading stories about that, don't read this story. Thanks, Nat

BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and lows in every aspect of this life.

her wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for her grows this is their story you've pulled off the shelf. ... Copyright 2014 curiousraccoon (aka curiousi-tea) cover by @girrafelover

"You look sad Sparrow...Just hold out your arm for me and let me make you feel better." In a world where human emotions can be collected and sold. Streets covered with billboards advertising the products. Feeling a bit down? A quick shot of happiness is sure to help. Not able to get it up for your lady friend? Pop a pill of lust and have all your impotence melt away. Boyfriend not able to tell you he loves you? Slip a little courage in his tea. WITH GUARANTEED SUCCESS! Unable to pay your rent? Have no home? No Job? Just want a little extra cash on the side? Come down and go through our quick screening process. Maybe you will be lucky enough to have the honor of volunteering your emotions and be compensated for them. There isn't any harm in trying, right? SO COME ON DOWN Emotions never felt so good! Genre: Fanfiction Sub-Genre: Fantasy/ScienceFiction

You said I was the girl of your dreams; I guess you decided to wake up.

Azalea Wentworth thought she had conquered the Keeper. She thought wrong. She feels she'll be all right after she marries Lord Bradford and moves back into the castle. However, she gets strange feelings of being watched in the castle. When begins seeing magicked items cropping up all over the castle, she finds the Keeper's magic was stronger than his death. Can she defeat this dark magic, while keeping her family safe at the same time?

This goes out to the hopeless, the unspoken, the doubtful. To the one who puts on a fake smile every day so their loved ones don't get worried. A collection of poems to give a voice to the ones who need it.

A heartbreaking story about how you can love so much but still need more than just the person you dedicated your life to

'Do not dwell on the past; the present has more than enough perils of its own.' A collection of poems written in the moment of an intense emotion. Wich causes a variety of themes from the darkest depressive thoughts to purest form of happiness. This is my first time writing and compiling poems so I would love to hear what you think!

an earnest prayer of a broken believer

Welcome to the other dimension of my being... the soft facade the vulnerable me the personal experience I have ...emotions, ideas and instincts that inspired me in my every day routine I never expect I have. Dig in and dive in in to my wordless imagination! ❤ Jhuna