Internalmonologue Stories

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...

In the middle of an Identity V match, everything falls apart-and it's entirely the Prisoner's fault. Trapped, seconds from being caught, and running out of patience, one survivor spirals into a bitter, sarcastic rant about useless teammates, bad decisions, and a game already lost. Dark, chaotic, and just a little too real.

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.

A man struggles with two companions during a stay at his Mother's house

Everyone has their own unique balance-some shine with loud words, while others find their strength in quiet knowledge.

- And to know he was free, Bruno was ready to give up Leone. To give up his disenchantment with the whole world and the rare smiles he gave him and him alone. To give up his innate sense of justice and his boundless, unweaving loyalty. To give up the coffees they drank in silence at 7 AM, when they were the only ones awake and the house still peaceful - and how many times Bruno wished he could stop time in those mornings, just to stay and admire the curves of Leone's lips another, another, moment. -

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?

It was easy. That was the whole point. No labels. No pressure. No overthinking. Just... something. Until Jo realised it wasn't enough. And Tom realised he might actually lose her. Now they're stuck somewhere in between- not nothing, not everything- trying to figure out what this is... without ruining it completely.

Quinn is a 16-year-old. "She" is a great kid, mentor, and leader. However, Quinn doesn't feel right in her body. It's not even 'hers'; it's theirs. Quinn has always known they're non-binary yet doesn't want to ever accept that fact.

[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.

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."

"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.

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.

Scar takes a very long walk down memory lane, reliving the joy, sorrow, regret and confusion of his first love. Later, he sees the special someone he's been thinking about all day. A Scarian one-shot inspired by the song "The Great Divide" by Noah Kanh.

Survival isn't about luck. It's about fire. In a twisted Hunger Games where every night could be your last, one young tribute clings to their fire-and to the hope of getting home to Yuji. Each spark is a heartbeat, each flame a lifeline, and every shadow hides a threat. Desperate, exhausted, and determined, they'll do whatever it takes to survive... even if it means burning everything down.

​"I am already behind before the day starts." ​To the outside world, it looks like a life in motion. The shift at the call center begins, the "work mask" goes on, and the script is followed. But inside, the smallest tasks-a shower, a text back to Mom, a stack of laundry-have grown into impossible mountains. ​In this raw and repetitive portrait of modern survival, there are no grand arcs or easy fixes. There is only the deepening understanding of a mind trying to function while slowly burning out. From the gravity of a bed that offers no rest to the dissociation of neon-lit nights and the painful echo of a past self that felt "alive," this is a story for anyone who feels they are functioning, but no longer truly there. ​Nothing ends. It just repeats with awareness.

"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.

His hands tighten on the wheel, eyes glancing from the speed on his car to the heating settings to his back mirror to his radio to his side mirror and again to his back mirror to the moon no no no go back to the mirror not the moon stop thinking about the moon stop thinking stop thinking- Just. Stop.

Hak x Yona AU A one-shot of Yona's internal monologue where she finally realizes what she fights for.