Emotionalwriting Stories

This is the journal I write in when life feels quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. The place where love gets messy, calm gets interrupted, and I learn who I am in the moments between the two. These entries aren't polished. They're raw, unfiltered, and written from the space between wanting peace and chasing fire. If you've ever loved someone you shouldn't, waited for someone who didn't show up, or felt yourself slipping in and out of chaos - this is for you.

A collection of 10 short stories written by Gokul Anup.

You read my books like you recognize the language of my wounds, seeing beauty in the parts of me that once felt too ruined to write about.

Isha -"tujhe jeet jeet vaarun, mai praan praan vaaru." Shivansh-"tu jo choole pyaar se, araam se mit jaaun." He was the discipline of dawn. She was the prayer of dusk. He stood in devotion. She knelt in faith. When he walked, the earth bowed; when she smiled, the universe exhaled. He was the soldier who worshipped the soil he bled for, and she was the girl who turned pain into worship. What began as innocence, bloomed into surrender. What began as silence, became Shiv Sakti , a love that wasn't about possession, but about becoming one in devotion.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

Welcome to my little world of words. Here, I write what I feel - not always perfect, but always real. Poems about the rain, the sky, the silence at 3AM, and the emotions we often hide. If you've ever stared at clouds too long, whispered confessions into the night, or found peace in sadness - you'll feel at home here. Read slowly. Feel deeply. Come back often. - Yatharth

Some eyes don't just look at you - they wait for you. Her green eyes were like a quiet signal in a crowded world, a promise I never understood at the time. She never said much, but her gaze carried a truth that followed me long after she walked away. This is the story of a boy who noticed too late, a girl whose silence spoke louder than words, and the kind of love that doesn't happen twice. A story not about being together... but about the one moment that could have changed everything - if only I had looked back.

I grew up quiet - not because I had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

This isn't just a story. It's survival, written out loud. Aurora Kingsley thought moving away would silence her past, but trauma doesn't care about distance. The memories followed her loud, vivid, and unrelenting. Each chapter peels back another layer of what she tried to bury: the truth, the flashbacks, and the weight of pretending she's okay. If Only You Knew is a raw journey through trauma, therapy, and the slow, trembling art of healing. Proof that survival doesn't always look like strength. Sometimes, it just looks like trying again. ❤️‍🩹♥️

Seoul, 2017. He was sunlight, and Taehyung was the fire that wanted to hold it. Young, impulsive, and too in love to know better - Hobi learns that not every "forever" survives the morning.

Shattered dreams. Shattered life. Miroska - a boy who once dreamed of leaving a legacy through art - now drowns in a life he never wanted. Born into a family of doctors and engineers, he traded his sketches and sculptures for textbooks and sleepless nights. All to feel loved. All to be "enough." He studies, obeys, and breaks quietly beneath the weight of their expectations. A heart drained, a soul fading - and yet, a tiny spark of hope remains. One day, he tells himself, I'll live for me. That day begins when he meets Vanya - a carefree, struggling sculptor who chased his passion and lost everything else. Family. Stability. Love. But unlike Miroska, he's free - and happy in his ruin. Their worlds collide: the boy who buried his dreams, and the boy who burned everything for his. As their bond deepens, their art and pain intertwine, leading them down a path of beauty, obsession, and destruction. Everyone has dreams. But one chose what the other couldn't. Revived dreams. Broken family.

nothing.. just a story made from imagining things... hehe

I write because words are the only way I can truly express what I feel... or maybe because writing is my escape from reality. Anyway, this book is a collection of my thoughts - poems, short stories, blogs or just random pieces of writing. If you are someone who feels deeply, you might find a piece of yourself hidden within these pages, so dive in and feel them ✨️

I didn't plan to feel anything. He was just a stranger who liked my posts .... Until he wasn't . A small connection grew into something I couldn't control,something I kept inside until it hurt. This is a story about falling too fast for someone who never truly reached out, about the confusion,the quiet heartbreak, and the strength it takes to walk away with dignity. An anonymous journey of unspoken feelings,self-doubt,and finally choosing myself.

"Love doesn't vanish in distance or noise - it waits" After a weekend-long fight leaves her phone unanswered and her heart heavy, Lena escapes to Manori - a quiet beach town far from everything that hurts. But when Rino shows up at her door, messy-haired and desperate to make things right, one impulsive reunion turns into a weekend of laughter, forgiveness, and rediscovering what "forever" really means. Manori becomes more than a place - it's a reminder that love isn't about never breaking. It's about learning how to build again, side by side, with sand still stuck between your toes. Tags: #manorinights #melancholyvibes #romanticdrama #softangst #emotionalwriting #cinematicwriting #longdistancelove #latenightthoughts #messyromance #secondchances #bittersweetromance #healingtogether #missedcalls #filmlikewriting #modernlove #beachstories #relationshipdrama #beautifulwriting #prosetales #carofernzstories #wattpadoriginal #emotiveprose #realisticlove #painfullybeautiful #heartfeltstories Manori Nights as of 24 October 2025 🥇 #1 in melancholyvibes 🥇 #1 in missed calls 🩵 #5 in latenightthoughts Manori Nights as of 10 November 2025 #19 in before the storm #16 messy romance #13 melancholy vibes

When Roselyn was a child, she wrote a letter to God and placed it inside an envelope filled with salt ( She'd learned that salt preserves things, and the trip to heaven, she thought, might be long) Years later, dying from a disease in her lungs that forces her to visit the hospital week after week, she meets a young man in the rain. He knows her name. He shouldn't.

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

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

Between the never-ending bills, the heartbreak, and the situationship, Ayana feels like she's living a script she never signed up for. When she finally has enough, she decides to write her own happily ever after.

A raw and confessional poetry collection exploring memory, forgiveness, and self-reflection. Each poem reads like an entry in a personal journal intimate, unfiltered, and searching. From confronting buried pain to questioning love, guilt, and the desire for solitude, Journals captures the quiet moments when we face ourselves without pretense. It's a study of what we carry, what we let go, and what still hurts to talk about.