Latenightthoughts Stories

Short poems • Dark romance • Late-night thoughts

Before anything happened, Rumi had already imagined losing him. She imagined the breakups. The betrayals. The goodbyes. The endings. She imagined everything except the possibility that she might actually be loved. A late reply becomes a breakup. A dry text becomes a conspiracy. A simple "goodnight" becomes a full psychological investigation. Luckily, she has Maya, a best friend who has survived every imaginary disaster so far. And then there's Ishan. The completely normal boy at the center of all her ridiculous theories. A story about love, friendship, anxiety, and all the things that never happened. Because sometimes the things that hurt us most are the things we imagined ourselves.

This isn't a diary. It isn't a journal either. At least... I don't think it is. There will be a lot of probablys in these pages because certainty has never really been my thing. These are just my thoughts-unfiltered, unorganized, and sometimes impossible to understand, even for me. What I do know is that these pages carry the naked feelings of someone caught somewhere between being a teenager and becoming an adult. Old enough to know that life can hurt. Young enough to still wonder why it had to. This isn't a story about having all the answers. It's about being another girl trying to survive the life that keeps finding new ways to leave its marks on her. I don't really have one person to tell all of this to. So I'm leaving it here. Out in the open. Maybe someone will understand. Maybe no one will. Either way, these thoughts deserved somewhere to exist besides my own mind. I'll try to make them interesting enough for you to stay. I hope you do.

"Echoes of the Soul: Reflections and Poetry" is a collection of verses born from the depths of human experience: love, loss, faith, loneliness, hope, and the passage of time. Through poetry and reflections, the author opens a window into his inner world, where each piece is an echo of what has been lived, felt, and left unspoken. These are not merely words: they are fragments of life transformed into voice. This book does not promise perfect answers, but sincere questions. It speaks of what hurts, what saves us, what is lost... and what remains within us even when everything else changes. For those who have loved, fallen, believed, doubted... and still keep moving forward.

Some nights become stories. Others become poems. Letters From Luna is a collection of journal entries, prose, poetry, and fragments written for the people we never stopped loving, the versions of ourselves we left behind, and the quiet hours when the moon is the only one listening. Not every letter is meant to be sent.

"Whispers of the Clock" is a moving collection of 15 contemporary poems that explore the quiet spaces of human existence. From the neon-lit, rain-soaked streets of a lonely city to the gentle, nostalgic transition of autumn leaves, this book captures the fleeting moments we often look past. It is an atmospheric journey through time, memory, love, and isolation, written for those who find beauty in silence and meaning in the ticking of the clock. Perfect for late-night reading and quiet reflection.

Short fiction for sleepless nights and wandering minds. Each story is 500-1000 words-born from prompts, restlessness, or thoughts I couldn't leave unwritten. Soft, strange, a little sad or a little sweet-these stories blend magical realism, quiet sci-fi, and wistful drama. If you like tales that whisper more than shout, that feel like a breeze through an open window, this space is for you. Read one before bed, in a waiting room, or whenever you just need to feel something. Unwind here. Drift elsewhere for a while.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

Five years ago, nawala ang ama ni Valerie, at mula noon, natutunan niyang mabuhay kasama ang sakit at mga alaala nito. Akala niya, iyon na ang pinakamahirap na bagay na kailangan niyang pagdaanan-until her mother suddenly decided to marry Daniel, a man from Canada who came with a son of his own. Sa unang pagkikita nila, awkward. Pero habang tumatagal, naging close sina Valerie at ang kanyang stepbrother bilang pamilya. Naging kasama niya ito sa pagkain, pag-aaral, school life, at sa mga araw na pakiramdam niya ay sobrang tahimik ng mundo niya. Pero nang umalis sina Mama at Daniel papuntang Canada, nagsimula ring lumitaw ang mga bagay na hindi niya inaasahan. Isang tawag mula sa Canada ang magbabalik sa pangalan ng kanyang ama-at kasama nito ang isang secret document na matagal nang itinago. Ano ang sikreto ni Dad? Bakit niya itinago ang mga dokumentong iyon? At ano ang koneksyon nito sa kanilang pamilya? Minsan, ang mga sikreto ng nakaraan ay hindi talaga nawawala. They wait to be discovered. 🥀

Ever felt like your brain had too many tabs open? This is my attempt to close them. One thought at a time. Welcome to the noise inside my head. From late night realizations to random sparks of clarity. State of Mind is a glimpse into the internal world we all share but rarely talk about. No filters. No apologies. Just a permanent record of a temporary state of mind. 🌖

I fancy bleeding on paper. (A book full of poems that I occasionally write)

Just me ranting to get everything out when I have no one to talk to. idc if you read it or not.

"Sabi ko sa sarili ko matutulog ako nang maaga tonight. Pero heto ako, alas-tres na ng madaling araw, nakatitig sa kisame at paulit-ulit na nirereplay sa utak ko ang mga maliliit na bagay na nagawa ko buong araw." May kasabihan na "think before you speak." Pero paano kung hindi mo na mapigilan ang utak mo? Tipong isang simpleng desisyon, isang maliit na pagkakamali, o kahit ang sarili mong nakaraan-kaya mong gawan ng limang magkakaibang plot twist at worst-case scenarios sa loob lang ng limang minuto. This is a collection of late-night thoughts, unfiltered journal entries, and the chaotic internal monologues of someone who is simply tired of their own brain. It's for everyone who constantly searches for validation from the world, kahit alam naman nilang gumagawa lang sila ng sarili nilang multo sa dilim. I want someone to tell me I'm right to feel this way. Pero deep down... alam ko namang ginagawa ko lang mahirap ang sarili kong buhay.

A girl ends a relationship out of fear and strict rules, believing he deserves better. Now she lives with regret, checking her phone every day, still waiting for the message, and the boy she lost.

Despues de las relaciones toxicas y personas que no saben valorarnos esto es lo que pasa...

skrrrrrrrrrrrr came up with this idea at 11pm last night and it's sucky but it's mine

Understanding that the small things in life are actually a big asset.

Is there a way out from this labyrinth? Maybe in poems and unsaid love we can seek refuge. Perhaps, this is what we stay alive for.

Rants turned poems about random events in my life, or random thoughts and rhymes I thought about when I'm supposed to be doing something else- Updates randomly.

she was all soft edges. he was all sharp lines. neither of them meant to fall. Celine Rebello never meant to notice Aarav Mehra, the brooding second-year student with stormy eyes, a smile that would peirce your heart, a smile that could ruin a girl in seconds. He had a girlfriend. He had a life too loud, too tangled, too far from hers. And yet... he kept looking. At first, it was nothing. Just stolen glances across corridors, too-quick eye contact near the TT table, the kind of tension that made the air buzz even when they weren't speaking. Then came the silence, the kind that said too much. And then that one moment. Thirty seconds. Eyes locked. Like the world just... stopped. Aarav wasn't supposed to notice her. Not the quiet girl with the soft voice and wide eyes. Not the one his gaze always found, even when she wasn't looking. But he did. And once he did, it became harder to look away. This is not a love story. It's almost one. It's bruises where there should've been hands held and butterflies that never landed. It's dumb timing, loud hearts, and a thousand what-ifs. And somewhere between the glances, the giggles she tried to hide, and the way he always looked back one last time, they both start to wonder: what if?