Melancholic Stories

Sheena, a girl who had Cardiomyopathy, waited for her life to end. But fate has played a cruel trick-- he meets a boy named Jayce. A boy who made her feel the beauty of the world. As time slowly ends, will she continue to fight for the life she wanted to give up before? Or will she choose to wait for her doom?

The last time she saw him, he had paused his steps and turned back to look. He was standing there, quite far away, near the old buildings. The streetlamp was the only source of light on the dark little road of the alley. Their eyes met, and there were no words for a while. She knew nothing about him-not even his name. Snow fell gently, the weather fiercely cold, to the point where she could faintly see his breath escaping from his red muffler, which slightly covered his mouth. Yet, who would have known that this would be the beginning of their unexpected destiny, in a world that had always been full of mysteries, with so many winding roads ahead. © 2017 by Ao

When we were young, we met by the sea. I still remember your smile - soft and bright, the only light I ever knew. But everything else faded away. No eyes. No voice. Not even your name. Only that smile stayed with me, clear and warm, burned deep in my mind. I have searched ever since. I ask the waves, I ask the wind, I look up at the moon every night. I pray, I hope, I wait - just to see it once more. But you are the kind of light that shines beautifully... then disappears. You were never mine to hold. Never mine to keep. Never mine to reach. "If the moon is like a wishing star... I wish every night... I think... only mine never does..." You are my moonlight... somewhere out there. And I will keep reaching, forever.

He was a cage of neon and numbers. She was the anchor keeping him from drifting into the dark." ​Miles Moretti is one of the biggest content creators on the planet. To millions, he has it all: fame, luxury, and a life lived under the constant glow of studio lights in Shanghai. But behind the camera, Miles is a lone wolf drowning in burnout, bitter memories of a shattered marriage, and the quiet ache of missing his two young boys. ​Iffy doesn't care about the fame. An INTJ with an uncompromising eye for order and a razor-sharp wit, she prefers running her quiet café in the US and keeping the chaos of Miles's official Discord server under strict control. Their communication is rare-a crisp professional request here, a dry, sarcastic jab there in the DMs. They exist in completely different orbits, divided by oceans and time zones. ​Until Iffy packs her bags for an impromptu trip to Asia. ​Without a word of warning, she drops a single photo into the general chat from a rainy alleyway in Shanghai-barely two blocks away from his studio. ​When the most famous creator on the internet realizes his elusive, unbothered moderator has just entered his city, the digital walls crumble. And in a megalopolis built on artificial light, two worlds are about to collide in the most unexpected way. ​A slow-burn, melancholic romance about exhaustion, hidden vulnerabilities, and the quiet spaces between the screens.

In a city that is slowly forgetting itself, Elias Thorne remembers everything. When parts of Oakhaven begin disappearing from reality-and from the memories of everyone who ever knew them-Elias discovers that he may be one of the few people capable of remembering what has been lost. Then he meets Linnea, a cartographer who cannot remember the vanished world, but can somehow see the seams it leaves behind. Together, they begin mapping the impossible. But as the boundaries between what exists and what has been forgotten begin to collapse, their investigation becomes something far more personal. Some things disappear from the world. Some disappear from memory. And some refuse to disappear at all.

A Transferee. That is what John Rosefield's current predicament is. Adjusting to a new place, a new school, is what he had in mind. But what he didn't expect was to encounter a girl who was already dead. Now, John finds himself involved with someone who is unable to confront a dark, dreary past, helping her confront the regrets that keep her from moving on. While he may be helping the dead find their way forward, he isn't so sure that he knows where he is going himself.

collection of emotions (The first few suck but trust me the poems get better the more of them you read)

A collection of poems about growing up before feeling ready. twenty-something explores the realities of adulthood, the exhaustion hidden behind independence, the loneliness of becoming, and the pressure to keep moving even when life feels uncertain. Through soft and reflective poetry, this collection captures the in-between phase of navigating dreams, responsibilities, changing relationships, and the version of yourself you are still learning to become. For anyone who has ever felt lost, left behind, or overwhelmed by the weight of growing up: this book is a reminder that you are not navigating life alone. twenty-something written by: syrynah © All Rights Reserved

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update June 2026: Hi I'm still writing this !! Idk when it will be officially published since I want all writing & editing to be completed (all chapters). And I'm a perfectionist so I'm not sure when that will be exactly but I'm working on it almost every day. <33 But do still comment and vote on what's available if you check it out, it truly makes my day<33 If you want teasers or other girly book content I'm also very active on tumblr (link in bio) and tiktok/insta (linked on tumblr) it's very aesthetically pleasing :) love you lots ੈ✩‧₊˚

A young woman comes across a deeply personal letter addressed to her father, penned by someone who once profoundly touched his life. As her father shares the tender story behind the words, she is drawn into a past filled with quiet encounters, unspoken emotions, and a bond that was beyond grasp of language. Through his memories, she begins to understand the depth of this connection and the lasting impact it had on both their lives, finding herself forever linked to the writer's legacy of love and resilience.

Expect to feel melancholic when you read this book.☁️

just poems of my depression and anxiety

melancholy thoughts by a melancholic person.

A girl. A boring real life. Warning.Do not enter if you can't handle melancholic slice of life. Reasons to stay alive.

Depression talks and Soup answers every time. She's ashamed of her existence. She's sad all the time. Everything feels overwhelming no matter how simple the task may seem. She's not worried about being enough. It's the only thing she knows she's not. But there's no comfort to be found in that. These are pretty much a collection of poems about how one's self-critic invades every aspect of-- Okay, look. I'm gonna be real with you for a sec. To no one's surprise, writing things down actually helps elevate the pain. It never really goes away but this helps keep it at bay. At least, until the next day. This never ending cycle has been getting old. It's almost been a decade and I'm tired of this. It's only a matter of time until I succumb to my exhaustion and let myself down just one final time. Like, it's either this or causing harm to myself. Can you tell I'm enjoying my 20's!?! a.k.a. "Conversations I have with Soup"

Keo... a normal student with a hidden talent for turning pain into beautiful poetry, yet all of it occurs in the silence of the dawn. He moves through the hallways like a shadow...unnoticed, untouched, drifting through a world full of people he can't reach. And then there was her. Leahlia...a quiet girl, radiant, a presence that felt like sunlight spilling into the cracks of his solitude. Not at the cafeteria, not in a crowded classroom... somewhere in the corners of the school, where the world slowed down, and only their moments existed. Between whispered glances in empty corridors and stolen seconds on forgotten benches, hearts began to remember what it meant to feel. A story of solitude, fragile beginnings, and the kind of love that blooms quietly, where it was never expected... yet always meant to be.

Mary sees a world no one else does. It's warm. Safe. Complete. But as it slowly begins to unravel, she starts to wonder- was it ever real to begin with?

'I suppose it all began when I was sorting the post.' After discovering a letter in the mail that is rather queer, a begrudging author is flung on a time travel adventure involving brave futures and grisly pasts, all in an attempt to save himself from a future of lost fame. Finished for the time being.

The truth about love

life inspired poems. this is the first time that i put something i wrote myself on the internet so bear with me until i get the hang of this.