Introspection Stories

Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

Published on 11/1/23 Nine, a special force soldier whose only purpose was to serve the Imperial Army, died and transmigrated into the body of Toby Calypto, the useless canon fodder villain of a story. Toby Calypto was a two-faced, scheming idiot who tried to hook up with several powerful men and women without any success because no one was stupid enough to touch that with a ten-foot pole. In the story, Toby tried to kill his younger cousin, the female lead, after she rejected his marriage proposal. Then he tried to kill the male lead because the female lead fell in love with him. Then he blackmailed them because why not? In the end, fed up with his nonsense, one of the male lead's best friends stabbed him to death and nobody cared. "..." Nine had no interest in participating in the narrative. "Hey--" "No." Easier said than done. Why won't anyone leave him alone?! Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

"I'll go anywhere as long as there's a slope." The photo studio is located on the largest island in Japan's Seto Inland Sea. "Masui Traveling Photo Studio" is a small studio run by Shinya Masui, a photographer who uses a wheelchair. Because he can't take physically demanding shots, Shinya puts his whole heart into capturing the true beauty of his subjects. Nothing much happens, but something is definitely unfolding in Shinya's daily life. It's gentle and brings back a nostalgic feeling. If you like, why not take a peek into his world and share those moments with him? This is the English translation of "増井出張写真館～あなたの幸せ、切り撮ります." You can read the original Japanese version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397066248-%E5%A2%97%E4%BA%95%E5%87%BA%E5%BC%B5%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F%E9%A4%A8%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%82%E3%81%AA%E3%81%9F%E3%81%AE%E5%B9%B8%E3%81%9B%E3%80%81%E5%88%87%E3%82%8A%E6%92%AE%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%EF%BD%9E

When Astrid is sure as dawn, as certain as the rising sun, that she'll never cross paths with anyone from her high school again, she decides to breathe a bit, live a bit. You only live once, right? Throwing caution to the wind, she decides to send letters. Letters that tell the story from her perspective.

Walking away was never an act of weakness - it was an act of self-preservation. "Sometimes, leaving is the only way to remain whole." This story follows Sam, a man who chose distance over disorder and silence over emotional turmoil. Leaving a toxic circle behind, he stepped into a new environment expecting peace, only to discover that challenges do not disappear - they merely evolve. Through restraint, self-awareness, and hard-earned emotional discipline, Sam learns to remain composed where chaos once ruled him. This is not a tale of triumph or retribution, but a quiet examination of resilience, accountability, and the strength required to endure without losing oneself. A reflective journey into emotional maturity, inner control, and the courage to stand firm when retreat is no longer an option.

To everyone else, he is the perfect student: polite, intelligent, and on the fast track to a future he's supposed to want. But this is just a role he plays. A mask to hide the truth. At 21, he moves to the historic university city of Pécs to start his life, but he's already a ghost. He is a detached spectator in his own story, watching himself perform the part of 'The Son' and 'The Student' with a cold, clinical precision. Haunted by the shadows of a father who left and a mother he can't help but hurt, his new life is not one of freedom. It's a life of financial spreadsheets, missed parties, and the crushing weight of a poverty that isolates him from a world he can't afford to join. The city's ancient streets and bustling lecture halls are just a backdrop. His real world is the four walls of his sterile dorm room, the bitter static of phone calls home, and the pages of a black notebook-the only place he is honest. He watches, he records, and he asks himself one question: How long can you perform a life before you are completely disqualified from living one?

A fractured coming-of-age story about identity, sacrifice, and the dream that wouldn't let go. What if every time something beautiful happened to you... someone else broke? Since childhood, Marcus has dreamt of another version of his life, one where his world is different, his parents manupilative, and he is... better version of himself. At first, it felt like imagination. Then the dreams became real. Then they switched places. Now Marcus is caught in a quiet war against the other version of himself. As dreams blur with waking life, timelines splinter, and reality begins to unravel, Marcus and the people he loves must face an impossible truth: One version of him can survive. Only one. For fans of The Midnight Library, Before I Fall, and They Both Die at the End - this is a lyrical, intimate, emotionally raw story about the versions of ourselves we hide, and the ones we choose to become.

Author's Note : You have found this book a collection of short yet profound stories for those whose minds wander into the unknown. Within these pages, you will find a short folklores, each a fragment of the author's thoughts, emotions, dream she had walked, and hidden depths. These stories are written for those who dream, who see the world through their own unique lens, and who seek meaning in the unspoken. A Collection of Whispers and Wounds : In the cracks between worlds, where sorrow has no name and dreams rot into mist, there exists a place untouched by time and mercy. Here, feelings are heavy and faceless. Here, love wears a bleeding mask, and rage slumbers beneath velvet skies. These fifteen stories are not merely tales they are the echoes of unspoken fears, unshed tears, and memories too fragile to survive the light. Enter if you dare: where lakes murmur lost lullabies, plush creatures cradle the last breath of innocence, friends become betrayers in the name of forgotten oaths, and a hollow-hearted village waits for a feeling it will never recognize. They are meant to be unsettling, unresolved just like the emotions we sometimes fail to understand. Let the eerie and mysterious accompany you on this journey of discovery. These are not stories meant to comfort you. They are the ones that haunt the places where your mind drifts when you think you're alone. "In every silence, a scream. In every goodbye, a curse. In every smile, a ghost." You are welcome here. But remember: once you hear the whispers, they will never leave you.

And maybe if you just stray far enough, you'd find another home in the slumps. ↷ BUNGOU STRAY DOGS © kafka asagiri & sango harukawa

A quiet cycle of short poems about silence, self‑awareness, and gentle endings. Soft words, clear light, and a voice that speaks without raising itself.

Follow the journey of two friends whose lives are forever changed after a cosmic event unleashes the forces of both the dead and the divine upon their world. Too young to abandon everything, yet too old to truly hold on, they strive to walk a path in between. Under the watch of the ambiguous guide, Kira, they seek to uncover the secrets of the universe, existence, and the true meaning of life. Join this philosophical adventure to enjoy meaningful writing and thoughtful world building!

Unquiet thoughts, written as they come. I'm not a writer yet, I'm learning. These pages are practice, confession, and noise from my head.

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

Almost Human is a collection of poems about survival, softness, and the quiet and necessary distance that comes after harm. Moving through images of war rooms and infirmaries, candlelight and starlight, imitation and restraint, these poems touch on what it means to remain human in the presence of those who perhaps never were. This is not a book about revenge or resolution, but about observation, integration, and learning how to stop offering light to things that only know how to consume it. For readers who have loved deeply, waited too long, survived quietly, and learned that healing does not always arrive loudly; Almost Human is a record of what remains.

An entitled boy from the small ghettos of Charlotte Creek finds himself in an intense predicament, leading to his departure of the town. Our M.C. meets characters in his new home (North Cove) along with some familiar faces that may lead to conflict...

This began as a simple school assignment: write a comforting letter to a friend. Instead, the character's pen stopped, turning the page into a brutal archive of eight years of unequal love. This is the story of a friendship where one person was always The Fixer, always the keeper of dates, the one who offered their "humble, quiet all," only to be left unseen. From the quiet betrayal of a forgotten birthday to the crushing realization that "I should be the one who needs comfort, not them," this documents the weight of carrying an imbalance. It is a profound reflection on the burden of history, the geometry of a failing bond, and the difficult, necessary plan for a "Subtle Rebalance"-saving the self when you can no longer save the whole.