Internalmonologue Stories

"I have spent my life perfecting the art of being 'fine'-a linguistic shield that ensures no one ever looks at the bruising beneath the skin." In the heart of a city that never stops breathing, I move like a ghost. To the world, I am a portrait of professional success. To myself, I am a cartographer of a soul that has lost its way, navigating a "Calculus of Loss" where the remainder is always a heavy, haunting silence. Written in vivid, lyrical prose, this is not just a story-it is a sensory descent into the internal architecture of regret. It is the anatomy of an echo, the weight of unsent letters, and the friction of a heart rubbing against a life that no longer fits. From the sterile glass cages of the skyline to the rain-slicked neon of midnight diners, Whispers in the Abyss of Solitude explores the "no-go zones" of the human psyche. It is a journey for the thinkers, the watchers, and those who know that the most terrifying abyss isn't found in nature, but in the quiet moments between breaths. A deep, introspective navigation of the self. For fans of atmospheric prose, philosophical reflections, and the beauty found within the blur.

This is a work in progress, but is the first story i have ever written. It's about a teenage girl who walks you through her life as a mentally struggling teen. Italics: Max is thinking to herself, Italicised Names = The People Who Heavy Up Her Life and standard text: Talking to you, the reader. Thank you!!

Six broken college students form found family while fighting institutional bullying, discovering that healing isn't about fixing what's broken-it's about accepting it.

[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.

In a world where rules weigh heavier than truth, one misfit drifts through memory, oppression, and existential fatigue. As sunlight blisters reality, the line between rebellion and numbness blurs. This story explores inner battles, generational scars, and the silent revolt of standing still. Will they speak out, fade away, or just... stand there?

Love sometimes begins with a sentence. But their story began long before a single word was ever spoken... Eren Kara-28 years old, intelligent, profound, and passionate, a literature professor whose life had always been in harmony with words. But there were some feelings no book could ever describe. And Lara Ravenshade-19, just starting university, introverted, yet speaking volumes with her eyes. When she walked into the classroom with her waist-length red hair, she had no idea where her heart was about to lead her. Time didn't stop at first glance. The world didn't change. But something cracked in the walls inside Eren. Everything in the classroom was ordinary... Except Lara was there. And her silence began to echo in the quiet corners of Eren's heart-the parts that hadn't spoken in years. This is not just the story of a love. It is the story of how a forbidden feeling slowly took root, without permission. The story of two lonely souls, who-without a single touch-learned to hold onto one another in a world that watched too closely. Passion doesn't always scream. Desire doesn't always rush. Some loves grow only in the deepest quiet... And sometimes, a single look... Can rewrite the fate of an entire life...

A short story about love and loss, and coping with both.

Segments from the notes app of a teenage girl with a lot of feelings, thoughts, and unfinished poems. Many of the poems in this book, however, have since been completed and are available for purchase online via the book "Sap Semantics" with Bottlecap Press.

"If Hikaru dies, it will be on a rainy day, because if he's not allowed to mourn him, then maybe the sky will." Conflicting feelings that could, maybe, just maybe, lead to a potential relationship. This story is on my Archive Of Our Own account as well, under the same username.

She smiled once. That's all it took. Now Vale times his life by her footsteps. The gas station register clicks for everyone else, but for her, it slows. He listens to her music through static. He memorizes the scent of her laundry detergent. He watches, quietly, surgically, like it's his job to understand her down to the way she zips her coat. Vale's camera clicks quietly. Mira doesn't know. Why would she? She's soft, ordinary, naïve. Kind in a way that feels accidental, not deliberate. She hums while she shops. Smiles without meaning to. And Vale? Vale thinks everything means something. This isn't love. It's fixation. And it only gets worse from here.

At the end of the world, a lonesome figure treks through the forest.

"The spring hasn't arrived yet. The park's ponds haven't thawed. The flowers haven't bloomed. The sun, still in slumber. The only song that I can hear is that of a lonely heart. With each beat, my hands grow colder. I can no longer feel the warmth of my mother's hand in mine. What a terrible gift to remember all that you experience as an infant. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much if I didn't recall her. Waking up to my mother's beautiful amber eyes that outshone the sun. Her sweet touches, her silky hair. Her every word was music to my ears." A short story inspired by a prompt on reedsy.com: "Write a story about someone walking through a park on a spring evening, told only through internal monologue."

In a world where science and magic bleed together into a nightmare of survival, appearance is the ultimate deception. Zeraran looks like a nightmare incarnate. Standing tall with a massive, muscular frame, dark-skinned and possessing a gaze that screams "cold-blooded killer," he is the image of a high-level villain. But behind the defined chest muscles and the murderous stare lies the heart of a professional coward. Transported by a mysterious shadow demon to a wild, unforgiving dimension known as the Constant, Zeraran is forced into a game of survival he never asked for. While the world expects him to be the apex predator, Zeraran's only real goal is to find a hole to hide in. To stay alive, he must maintain his "villainous" facade to intimidate the bizarre creatures of the wilderness-all while screaming internally. In a land where hunger is a constant threat and the darkness itself has teeth, can a man who is afraid of his own shadow survive by pretending to be the very monster everyone fears? "I'm not the hunter. I'm just the biggest bait in the woods."

Tara, a girl who loves sleeping because her dreams are better than her reality but her reality doesn't let her sleep peacefully, Just existing her life hoping it will get better someday. Sagun, a boy who is rude careless, but who enjoys his life to the fullest. Tara is tired. Tired of being totally misunderstood, of hiding her thoughts, of carrying pain no one sees, but Sagun? Sagun is loved, fearless, unbothered & adventurous. When their worlds collide, It gets messy. It's slow, but It's real. It's messy. It's healing. It's a total chaos. Basically, it's just life - but with a plot.

You're welcome for the fuckery that is my mind on constant society as if it's the weed of the FUCKING joint being passed to my fucking brain It doesn't make sense Nothing in this makes sense ((Begone wench of filth- You whore of desperation and fortitude)) I'm sorry what? ((Filth)) ((Filthy mugwump))

Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too. The (Netflix) series, and Adrian's childhood, told from the perspective of the castle. INCREDIBLE cover art (and art for Ch3) by Junki Sakuraba on instagram and deviantart!! (https://www.instagram.com/junkisakuraba/ , https://www.deviantart.com/junkisakuraba)

"Sometimes, the things we don't talk about become the loudest memories." Ken was once a bright, social kid - until betrayal shattered his world in Class IX. Now in high school, carrying scars no one sees, he meets the one person who might change everything. But how do you rebuild when the past is louder than the present? A slow, emotional journey of healing, memory, and one-sided love - wrapped in the falling colors of autumn. The Autumn Leaf is a bittersweet light novel about growing up, fading friendships, and the weight of unspoken pain.

Ghost thinks about how much he loves Roach. (This work was crossposted from Ao3.)

A woman tries to escape her past, but when a journalist making a documentary comes to dig a little deeper trouble starts to stir as old family secrets are uncovered.

An in-depth look into Gilbert's internal monologue in Pandora Hearts Vol 10, Retrace XL: Blindness, using the theme of Inktober 2018 Prompt 1: Poisonous.