Latenightthoughts Stories

This is not a story but thoughts I couldn't say. This is the way of expressing myself in a world where no one dares to listen.

A quiet apartment. A sleepless night. And a scent that shouldn't exist. After a strange, paralyzing experience at 2 a.m., a boy finds himself pulled into a series of moments that feel just slightly... off. A fragile jasmine flower appears where it shouldn't. A phone keeps ringing with a name he can't ignore. The city outside feels distant, almost unreal, as if it's watching him back. Through drifting thoughts, late-night reflections, and a strangely playful yet heavy encounter with his ex, reality begins to blur with memory, guilt, and something he refuses to face. The past lingers in small things,unfinished conversations, missed chances, and emotions that never really left. This is a story about silence that speaks, love that fades but never disappears, and the quiet weight of things we didn't do when it mattered most. And somewhere in it all... something keeps calling.

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

i hope someone reads these and can relate or just enjoys them

Two lives, moving in different directions. two hearts, carrying what no one else could see. They were never meant to meet... until they did. Written after Tahajjud is a quiet story of healing, faith, and the unexpected ways two souls can find each other when they need it most.

A poem about fading conversations, silent distance, and the pain of being the only one trying to keep a connection alive. Sometimes silence says more than words ever could.

ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴩᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍy ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ

This is not a love story. This is what happens after. A collection of poems about being loved, broken, and slowly rebuilt by the aftermath of it all. About the version of me that believed in promises... and the one that had to survive them. He said I would find something better. He said I would be okay. But no one talks about what it feels like to lose yourself while trying to love someone else. This is for the friends who watched me change. For the parts of me I had to leave behind. And for the person I'm still becoming. Some things don't end with goodbye. Some things end with learning how to be new.

Just Venting Out - has surged due to a feeling of loneliness and sadness that has come suddenly in full force. The past three months have been so hard and Venting Out it is.

This isn't just a book. It's a collection of the feelings I swallowed, the words I never got to say, and the moments that made me realize I was holding on to something that was never mine. It's about waiting for a message that never comes, overanalyzing the smallest interactions, and convincing myself that maybe, just maybe, he'd finally see me the way I saw him. I wrote this for the version of me that stayed too long, that mistook inconsistency for mystery, and silence for something other than indifference. If you've ever loved someone who made you feel like an option, if you've ever begged the universe for a sign that never showed up, then, this book is for you. It's for anyone who has ever romanticized a "maybe," ignored the red flags in favor of potential, or held onto a love that only existed in their head. This isn't a guide on how to move on, it's a confession of what it feels like to be stuck, down bad, and still waiting for something that was never real to begin with.

A combination of pomes written by a teen boy.

Trust me I'm working on it...

Achievement: #85 in poetry! ❝Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with the truth.❞ -- Samuel Johnson Poesy: noun/archaic/literary Meaning: poetry. the art or composition of poetry. Chrysalis (here): noun Meaning: a transitional state. Hence, poetry that is in a transitional state. I present before you a cocktail of emotions in the form of poetry which is based on my late night musings. Copyright © Sohinee Dey All Rights Reserved. Cover made by my misti @Fallingstars99

This journal blends poetry, heartbreak, healing, and quiet realizations - from late-night overthinking to the strength found in letting go. If you've ever loved deeply, hurt quietly, or healed silently... this book is for you. 💭 Read it when your heart feels full... or empty.

I can't verbally speak it, but write it. Feel free to read the problems between the lines.

Dreams/ ideas that cross my mind *if you want to use an idea, please contact me*

3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.

a bunch of short stories/thoughts I wrote, until I have enough experience to write a long one.

Just thoughts