Melancholic Stories

- 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 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Spring in Korea never stays long enough to trust. For Han No-eul, life has always been quiet in the worst ways, empty classrooms, endless expectations, and a loneliness so familiar it no longer hurts properly. But when Kim Do-hyun suddenly reappears after two years, the fragile stillness around her begins to crack. Beneath falling cherry blossoms and fading May skies, two people learn that some connections arrive softly... only to leave scars that last much longer than spring ever could.

(O•N•G•O•I•N•G•) "My Senior Year goal is quite simple, actually... ....to capture the perfect frame before the season ends~" -Rhyne Alf Albedo There's an ordinary boy with a camera who has a single, quiet dream: to win a national photojournalism contest in his final year of high school before heading off to dental college. Meet Rhyne Alf Albedo. A Grade 12 student of Elowen Lucent Academy... He is typical, serious about his future, and someone who makes the most of the present~ But after a sudden encounter in the school library-where a heavy textbook accidentally drops onto the head of the cold new transfer student-a beautiful yet melancholic storyline starts to play in Rhyne's normal life~ Just because of his encounter with this mysterious classmate... A girl he used to know back in elementary school, who now carries a strange, untouchable aura... Or is it a frozen shield?? Will he even get to capture his most anticipated winning shot yet? When unexpected events tie their orbits together, forcing him to look closer at the secrets behind her empty, winter gaze? Frame Focus: Thaw the Ice - Where it is time to uncover... #TheMemoirsOfAWinterHeart! ❄️📸 Date started: June 3, 2026 Date finished: -- / -- / -- [AerixielDaiminse]

[POETRY #2] 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

Some people remember love through photographs. Others through songs. But for them, it was always the weather. A rainy afternoon that never quite stopped feeling heavy. A heatwave that lingered like unsaid words. A sudden wind that came and left like someone who never learned how to stay. In What Weather is it Today?, memories don't arrive clearly-they drift in fragments. Through shifting skies and changing forecasts, two lives slowly unfold in reverse, in pieces, in moments that don't always make sense until it's too late to hold onto them. She remembers him in storms she can't explain. He forgets her in sunlight that feels too bright to look at directly. And somewhere between forecasts and silence, between weather reports and emotional aftermath, they keep missing each other in ways that feel almost intentional. Because maybe love, like weather, was never meant to stay the same. It changes. It passes. It returns when you least expect it. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't remembering what happened- It's realizing the weather never really changed at all.

Some friendships don't end all at once. They fade in small unbearable ways. The missed calls. The forced laughter. The jealousy disguised as jokes. The strange feeling of becoming lonely beside someone who once felt like home. Amariah and Layah have been inseparable since middle school. What started as an intense friendship slowly became something harder to define over the years: emotionally dependent, possessive, blurred, and quietly destructive. They shared everything growing up. Secrets. Sleepovers. Pain. Attention. Sometimes even parts of themselves they were too young to fully understand. But as high school changes them, so does the friendship. Boys begin complicating already fragile boundaries. Resentment grows underneath affection. Loyalty starts feeling competitive. And while Amariah desperately tries to hold onto the version of Layah she's loved for years, she slowly begins realizing the distance between them started long before either of them admitted anything was wrong. Now left sorting through memories, betrayal, unresolved feelings, and the lingering ache of losing someone who once knew her better than anyone else, Amariah is forced to confront one painful question: Were they ever really just friends? "The Distance Happened Slowly" is a psychologically emotional coming-of-age drama about blurred boundaries, female friendship, emotional dependency, jealousy, identity, and the quiet grief of outgrowing someone you thought would stay forever. 🌧️

It starts with a rustle in the hedges... and a gardener shocked into silence. When a girl senses something stalking her garden at dusk, fear is the only thing that makes sense. But as a shadowed figure lingers at the edges of her world - and her silent gardener leaves cryptic warnings - she follows the trail toward the sea and the ruins of a village long claimed by time. There, among broken walls and moonlit stones, she uncovers a past steeped in tragedy and threaded with her own forgotten story. Something is calling her back - something she once knew, something she once loved - if only she can remember what was lost. As the mysteries of then and now collide, she must choose: run from the unknown... or step toward the truth waiting in the dark. The Silent Gardener is a haunting, tender supernatural mystery about fear transcended by curiosity, danger that becomes connection, and a girl brave enough to follow the unknown into the place where she truly belongs.

Anatha: The Unfinished Symphony Some people enter your life like a storm, not to destroy you, but to teach your soul a new rhythm. In the rain-soaked cities of Andhra Pradesh, a quiet violinist chasing impossible dreams meets a dancer who carries fire in her footsteps. Aravind and Siri are artists trying to survive in a world that values stability over passion. What begins as an unexpected connection through music and movement slowly becomes something deeper-something that feels endless. But love is not always defeated by betrayal. Sometimes, it is undone by timing, family, responsibilities, and the unbearable weight of growing up. As dreams collide with duty, they are forced to choose between the people they love and the lives they once imagined together. Years later, when fate quietly places them back in each other's orbit, one question remains: Can a love story still be beautiful, even if it never truly stays? A bittersweet tale of art, ambition, heartbreak, healing, and the kind of love that never fully leaves only changes its shape. Not every unfinished story is incomplete. Some simply continue in silence.

"I didn't want to be a chapter in someone else's book. I wanted to be the whole story." Maria Laura has spent her entire life feeling like a background character in her own existence. From a childhood of quiet isolation to a string of friendships and relationships that vanished the moment things got complicated, she learned a bitter truth: to everyone else, she was just a temporary stop. A lesson. A backup plan. But Maria doesn't want to be someone's second choice anymore. Deep down, she carries a simple, aching wish to find just one person who loves her, and only her. Someone who won't give up when the storm hits. Someone who sees her as the main destination, not a passing glance. Lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts, she pours her lonely heart into secret notebooks and quiet melodies, trying to heal the pieces of herself that others left behind. But as the people in her life continue to walk away, Maria realizes the most important truth of all: before she can find that one person who is fully hers, she has to navigate the dark, quiet spaces of her own mind and figure out who she is when she's entirely alone. This isn't just a story about looking for love. It's about a girl trying to find herself in a world that keeps leaving her behind.

Born to Be Loved is a chapbook of poems that moves through the quiet violence of longing, the confusion of becoming, and the fragile hope of learning what love actually asks of us. Across these pages, love appears in many forms: devotional, distorted, imagined, withheld, and redefined. It becomes a star seen from too far away, a mirror that refuses certainty, a language spoken between ache and attachment. These poems trace what it means to grow up inside emotional intensity-where identity is shaped by who we love, who we lose, and who we try to become in return. At its core, this collection is not only about being loved, but about questioning what it means to deserve love, to mistake it, to resist it, and to finally imagine it without harm or illusion. Born to Be Loved is for anyone who has ever tried to earn tenderness, rebuild themselves from longing, or find clarity in the space between devotion and self-discovery.

hiatus a grfx atelier; you don't want to come near

hope someday everyday is summer

She isnt broken. Not falling apart. Just slightly removed from everything that is supposed to feel real. Her friends notice the distance, even if they cannot name it. Her life continues anyway messages, conversations, laughter in the right places. She learns how to perform being present well enough that no one asks too many questions. But inside, there are gaps. Moments where time doesn't connect properly. Reflections that feel unfamiliar. Thoughts that arrive without permission and leave without explanation. And then there is him. Not someone who saves her. Not someone who understands her. Just someone who exists in a way that feels steady enough to notice. As her perception of reality begins to fracture in ways she cannot fully describe, she tries to fit in to normal life friends, routine, silence, anything that still responds to her. But some experiences do not ask to be understood. They only ask to be endured. And not everything that feels like it is disappearing was ever fully there to begin with.

Silt and Silence is a lyrical fantasy novel about a sixteen-year-old boy who unearths an ancient cursed bottle in his family's ancestral valley and makes three wishes to save the people he loves - not realizing the price is his own existence. As he slowly fades from the world over seven days, his childhood friend Lena refuses to let him disappear quietly, and the spirit trapped inside the bottle - a King imprisoned for 3,000 years - turns out to be something neither of them expected. It's a story about the arrogance of trying to fix things for people without asking what they want, and about what it means to be truly seen by someone who won't look away.

Void of plot, not feeling

Just your normal book of happy and uplifting poems to cheer you up. If you are looking for something cheerful to read, totally read this!

it's just a poem made of many emotions and feelings.... i hope you will love it if you really love it then, show it.

Just me getting over things through contemporary poetry. I want to live goldenly. Warning: some poems are depressing and inexcusably stuffed with metaphors. They are sorted into pick-me-ups, depressants and reflections. In case you couldn't tell, I'm an INFJ. Cover photo by Rachel Cook on Unsplash.

Every year in late September and early October, there's a few weeks when the leaves are majorly green with a red and yellow tint; the air makes your hands turn purple, as the temperature drops. But you can't see your own breath, the birds haven't begun to migrate and the mosquitoes are still out and vicious. As the world shifts to its cold months, it desperately clings to life at the same time. It is the time before the first frost.