Innerchild Stories

Kisah si sulung yang menyadari bahwa dirinya harus menjadi seseorang yang mengerti keadaaan di dalam rumah. Si sulung memilki tanggung jawab yang tidak bisa diabaikan begitu saja, menjadi pendengar yang baik dari segala sisi, menjadi penengah diantara para anggota keluarga, memikirkan solusi untuk permasalahan dirumah, menjadi contoh baik bagi adiknya, dan masih banyak lagi peran yang harus ia jalani. Tanggung jawab itu datang tanpa diminta, namun terasa nyata. Hingga secara perlahan ia lupa bahwa dirinya juga perlu diperhatikan, disayang, ditanya, dan didengar. Ia lupa bahwa dirinya pun seorang anak, yang hampir tak punya ruang untuk menjadi dirinya sendiri. Mungkin tidak semua merasakan hal yang sama. Namun di banyak rumah, ada anak pertama yang tumbuh lebih cepat dari usianya. Inilah kisah tentang anak sulung yang menjadi tulang punggung keluarganya dan diam-diam hanya ingin dipeluk.

Aurora percaya, kehidupan setelah semua yang ia lalui akan baik-baik saja. Ia ingin hidup jauh dari bayang-bayang kesalahan masa lalu dan karma yang selalu ia takutkan akan kembali kepadanya. Namun, siapa sangka? Di saat Aurora kembali merasa rapuh, tangan yang sama masih menjadi tangan yang selalu siap menolongnya. Seseorang yang tetap memilih berada di sisinya. Mungkin, beberapa hal memang tidak pernah benar-benar pergi. Author: Nadya.Df 📝 12/08/2026

Book 4, Shut Up & Listen: The Thuggish Ruggish Bone (complete ) __/Lonnie, the eldest of his siblings, seems lost to everyone around him. But he's never been more sure of himself and what he needs. On the other hand there's Dame- he seems the most put together but his world on the inside is full of turmoil. While so completely opposite they seem, these brothers, Dame and Lonnie, will soon find that at the core, down at the bone, they couldn't be more similar. no.1 in #innercity no.2 in #innerchild no.2 in #bougie

A reflection for the youth. Being vulnerable doesn't mean you're weak. It means you actually care enough to fight for what matters.

Between chapters ; Between lines ; Between the silence of a girl ; Who typed with trembling fingers ; I don't have the courage to write anymore ; But courage was never the absence of fear ; Courage was writing ; Of a story that breaks you ; So someone else could feel ; They are not alone ;

< This is a kind of ｡.°˚ journal entry I wrote randomly, based on some deep thoughts or short story. It might not be for everyone. > ᥫ᭡.

we all have had some.. days in life..when we wished we could go back ..and change it.. yeah so .. lets say that happ.. this is about a girl.. who was a highly insecure kid.

This poem is about childhood nostalgia

A boy inside the man

There was a time when comfort came easily. When fears disappeared with a conversation, dreams felt limitless, and home could be found in places no one else could see. But growing up has a way of replacing wonder with worry, trust with caution, and innocence with silence. My Imaginary Friend is a journey back to the child who believed without fear, loved without conditions, and found safety in imagination. It is for anyone who has ever missed a version of themselves they can never truly return to. Perhaps the people we miss the most aren't always others. Sometimes... they are the people we used to be.

Yet another story I have written on Agere (Little Space or L.S.) This one however, will be a bit more helpful than the last. There will be places you can go to find supplies that are fully sfw, tips for different kinds of littles, a much much more. My Names Eclipse and I will be helping you all.

A quiet journey back to a fragile past, where pain and innocence lived side by side. Through the eyes of a child who longed for warmth but found mostly silence, this story unfolds the small yet profound moments that shaped a life: a grandmother's love, a few golden ducklings, and the tender ache of growing up without understanding why things hurt. It's a remembrance of lost simplicity, a whisper from the heart that still searches for light.

Kebahagiaan dan sebuah Kepercayaan tentang aku dan dia akankah berubah jika berjalan tidak sesuai harapan yang sudah ditata atau sebaliknya akan ada keajaiban.

Hey, love... I know how strong you stood while they fought - like you weren't even there. How the silence became your language. How you hated them, even when your heart screamed, but they're my parents. You were just a child, forced to carry storms not meant for your shoulders. Let me hold your pain now. Let me trace each scar gently, and start again... from the night it all began.

Isolated by the Covid 19 epidemic, a young woman begins to experience poltergeist activity in the house that she recently inherited and once lived in as a small child.

This poem is for those who refuse to let the world take their imagination away.

Every Sunday at 9:00 a.m., he picked us up. We thought that meant something. It didn't. Quiet at Nine is a story about the kind of childhood that doesn't look broken from the outside-but feels it anyway. About being there, but not really being seen. About growing up too early, taking care of things that were never yours to carry, and learning how to go quiet just to get through it. Some memories are clear. Some are faded. Some feel like they never fully happened at all. But Sundays? Sundays stayed.

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