Melancholic Stories

Asher is tired of being awake. Noa is tired of being held under machines that show no love in her remaining minutes. Together, they inhabit a place untouched by time, where pain doesn't follow and nothing asks them to be strong. What begins as comfort slowly becomes devotion - fragile, patient, and dangerously convincing. This is a story about the spaces we escape to, the people we carry with us, and the moment when staying becomes an act of love. "Dreams offer an escape from reality; however, that doesn't mean they reflect the truth of it."

At the beginning of a new school year, newly transferred student John Rosefield finds himself entangled in encounters that defy explanation. As John settles into his new school, he crosses paths with people burdened by forgotten memories, lingering regrets, and mysteries that refuse to fade away. Alongside the friends he meets, John is drawn into stories that blur the line between the ordinary and the supernatural, forcing him to confront questions with no easy answers. With every encounter, John learns more about the people around him- and about himself. This is a character-driven supernatural drama about friendship, memory, regrets, and finding meaning in the connections we leave behind. [Note: New chapter releases in every weekends, so either Sunday or Saturday :D]

"𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢, 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐕𝐲𝐚𝐬. 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. update on every tuesdays and fridays.

The truth about love

This book is not a collection of love letters. Some of these letters are written to people I miss. Some are written to people who hurt me. Some are written to people I never got to say goodbye to. Others are written to people I still think about for reasons I don't fully understand. None of these letters were meant to be sent. They are snapshots of moments, emotions, and memories. They are arguments I had in my head, conversations that ended too soon, and words that arrived long after the person was gone. This book is not about finding answers. It is simply about thinking about you.

Why I Ate Freya He found her in a book before he found her on a bridge. She wrote the truest thing he had ever read. She described the exact shape of his loneliness - the self you show the world and the self you drown in silence. He didn't know her name. He only knew she understood him more completely than any person ever had. Then he saw her. Every evening. Same bridge. Same wide hat. Same long scarf. Same boots covering legs she never showed anyone. He watched her watch the sunset for months and said nothing - because he was, at his core, a coward dressed in the philosophy of patience. Until one night he decided to be someone braver. He gave himself a new name - *Intesferonz* - borrowed from the pages of her book, and walked up to her and said it out loud. She smiled like she'd been waiting. *Then when are you devouring me?* He misunderstood everything. He ran. He came back. He made a fool of himself in broad daylight on a bridge in front of a city that wasn't watching. And slowly - page by page, evening by evening - he began to understand what she had really meant. This is not a story about a beautiful woman. This is a story about what happens when someone finally sees you. All of you. The burns. The missing hair. The self you buried so deep you forgot it had a name. And loves you anyway. Not despite it. Just - loves you.

Ranked #3 out of 107 stories ❤︎, A Poetry that was written to a special person who experienced such trauma in her early childhood, thus triggering a mental illness called "Dissociative Identity Disorder", also known as Split-personality disorder. As the writer experienced on how the person changed drastically, He felt melancholic, as the person whom he used to know was slowly being a different person, making him unrecognizable.

In the heart of an elegant ducal estate in Victorian England, Lady Adelaïde hides a dream that could destroy everything she has ever known: becoming a chocolatier. When Damien, a young aristocrat from Paris, arrives at the estate, an unexpected bond begins to form between them. But behind polished smiles and grand halls, the Beaumont family guards secrets buried for years-secrets Lady Adelaïde's mother will do anything to protect. As forbidden feelings, family loyalties, and long-hidden truths collide, Adelaïde must decide whether to follow the path chosen for her... or risk losing everything for a future that was never meant to be hers. Some secrets are sweeter than chocolate. Others leave a bitter taste that never fades.

"Sometimes, we feel unreal. Even though the universe unite us." Leila, a selenophile and Melancholy. She likes art because she always remembers her past. For her, art is half her soul. Only her closed personality can make her only have a few friends, but one day she changed, she began to believe in something that somehow made her slightly open.Until one day in a quiet night, she met someone who finally entered his life. "The universe has a lot of puzzles, he also became my puzzle. But maybe he is not destined for me. So, what are we meeting for?" I said. "I know, I have destroyed her several times. But, the universe always gives its chance. So why not for her?" - He said.

In the quiet, rain-soaked town of Willowbrook, where melancholy lingers in the air and secrets are woven into the fabric of everyday life, Eleanor Braithwaite lives a life shrouded in mystery. Haunted by a past she refuses to reveal, she finds solace in the solitude of her antique bookstore, 'Whispered Pages,' and the enigmatic objects that fill its shelves. As the town's melancholic atmosphere envelopes her, Eleanor's life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger with a hidden past of his own, Liam Moore, walks into near the old WIllowbrook's street. Their eyes meet, and an unspoken connection sparks between them-a connection that defies explanation and reason.

our future's do not line up anymore... if only I had another chance, i'd let you go with a smile. I would throw my life away to save yours. Where one gets a chance to save his other half but everything comes with a cost.... (this is just a fiction in my mind with their names borrowed so it's not related to the reality in any way. I love soonhoon. )

"Desperation leads men to do selfless and incredible things."

A collection of random thoughts and feelings, dug from the deepest corners of my mind.

"Then time moved in reverse. The snow fall obliged and ascended back, the ebony sky slowly changed to the shade of pink, then the inevitable bright blue; and the strong howl of the wind was replaced by the happy sound of robins chirping. It was the summer of 2014, the day he first met her..."

to the lonely

A reflection on what it means to write a letter in the modern world.

Just random quotes you'll relate and find yourselves in.

He was her ruin. She was his reason. Mateo and Teresa were never meant to survive each other-but even the sharpest love can't cut the bond they can't escape. When they meet again, is it a final goodbye... or a dangerous beginning?

"There's a black hole inside my ocean." Noticing her pale faded red lips as the words escaped her mouth. He wanted to say something witty but was stopped by her dead sullen eyes. Now he knows, ...she was engulfed by the darkness and was left dead in the land of the living.

«I couldn't even get my attention off my headphones and the music playing through it once, until that moment when he walked by my side.»