Melancholy Stories

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐨𝐨𝐨． ❝he believes in the beauty, he's venus as a boy❞ ⤷ javon walton x fem!oc slow updates! started-3.18.26 ended-

Not every past is meant to be forgotten. Some are meant to be protected. Chi cheng and Wu suowei were together, happy, and almost sure that nothing could come between them now. But when past of chi cheng stands Infront of him, his past lover, the one he had erased from his life, it violently shakes their life. While Wang Shuo serves as the catalyst in Burning Fire, another figure-a business rival from Chi Cheng's past-further fans the flames. Will they be able to navigate through their own broken past and this new confusing reality......Can love survive becoming a tragedy? ⚠️ Reader Discretion Advised This story contains: emotional distress and separation Memory loss (amnesia) Emotional grief, heartbreak yearning and longing angst Mentions of accidents Manipulation, Lies and revenge Morally gray characters Please read with care. Writer's note - the story is inspired from the original, a slow burn, but have its own turns, own moments and own consequences. i will try to justify the love, the friendships and the truth and the lies in the story. However, i will be posting slowly. I appreciate the patience, your positive, or negative but honest feedback....will keep me inspired to go on.!! Stay safe. Take care. Laters.

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. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Won an award. Poems get better with time lapsed since my abstinence. Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out weekly, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

A story that explores the silent pain of grief and loneliness and the fragile bloom of love within a suffering heart. Grace finds herself trapped in the aftermath of several harsh events from her past, each leaving behind wounds too deep to easily heal. Her world becomes a place where surviving feels heavier than living. Until she meets someone completely different from her, someone who shows a quiet but undeniable interest in understanding her. With every conversation, the tension between them grows unfamiliar, intense, and impossible to ignore. But what begins as emotional friction slowly transforms into something deeper than love... A connection that heals.

In a world where love is sin and desire is curse, theirs is a story not meant to be told... yet impossible to forget.

What if every myth ever told was never a myth at all? What if monsters, spirits, and legends had always existed alongside humanity, hidden in plain sight, unable to see the people living beside them? For Aiko, life was simple. Work, sleep, repeat. An overworked barista trapped in a routine she desperately wanted to escape from, until one strange night brings her face to face with Zeph, a reckless scythe-wielding man who reveals a truth she was never meant to know. The supernatural is real. And now Aiko can see it. Dragged into a world of creatures from forgotten legends, strange abilities, and mysteries hidden beneath everyday life, Aiko must learn to survive in a reality where nothing is as normal as it seems. Because after seeing the world behind the curtain, there is no going back to being ordinary.

these are just short stories based off pinterest quotes that i write when i'm bored

~ She has a mother's heart but a selkie skin ... and it is calling ~ On the twenty-fourth birthday of her daughter, Lena remembers the life she once abandoned for love. How wild and free, how very different it was. The roar of the ocean stirs her blood. Selkie whispers are calling her home. With her husband dead and buried, her daughter engaged to be married ... she's not needed here anymore, is she? Surely, she can retreat to the ocean now? 🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭 this story is write for #tegsa2026 @officialTEGSA 🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭🦭 CW‼️ Perhaps a bit of smut 😬

You are going to read this as a story. A man loses someone. He stops sleeping. A woman made of light shows him a hundred worlds where she's still alive, still laughing, still breathing - and in every one of them, he's the one who's missing. You'll tell yourself it's just fiction. A metaphor. A clever structural trick about grief. But somewhere around the part where he asks "have I told you I didn't wake up?" - stop, and ask yourself when the last time was that someone checked on you. Really checked. Not the polite kind of checking. Because some stories are told by people no longer here to correct you if you get the ending wrong. This might be one of them. You won't know until you finish it. And by then, it might already be too late to ask.

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

Flash fiction, poetry contest entries and stuff! Here are my entries for various writing challenges, contests and prompts, plus random writings. There's poetry, flash fiction and more!

poetical stuff that includes melancholy and hopefulness, warmth and coziness.

Adrian Vale has built his life around work, control, and one strict rule: visit a new country every year, and never return. Then he arrives in Meridia. What begins as a seven-day escape slowly becomes something he never planned for. A warm pension filled with old photographs, a grieving widow who sees through him, a priest with secrets of his own, and Elena, a woman who has never left Meridia but dreams of seeing the world beyond it. As Adrian starts checking his phone less and noticing the people around him more, Meridia begins to challenge everything he thought he wanted. And for the first time, leaving might be harder than staying. A City Worth Forgetting is a slow-burn romance about memory, loneliness, second chances, and the places and people that make us question the rules we thought we would never break.

WHERE a girl suddenly gets sent to the world of rezero along confused on what to do now tries to live life now with the witch factor of melancholy, read as she does things with this new life and powers.

A collapsing world, where human greed had brought climate change to its limits, with no possible turning point. Jeremy's personal life falls apart when his girlfriend, out of the blue, drastically breaks up with him and disappears. From that moment on, nothing will be as it was before. His life will crumble from every side...

a book of poetry, filled with memories and longing, and nostalgia. if that aligns with you, stay a while, with a cup of tea in hand 💌 disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.

"What would you do if everyone forgot you exactly one week after meeting you?" At twenty-two, Angga Wirawan has already accepted a lonely truth: no matter how meaningful an encounter is, no matter how deeply someone laughs, cries, or connects with him, they will forget he ever existed exactly seven days later. No memories. No recognition. No trace. After years of living in quiet isolation in Bandung, Angga has stopped getting close to people. Until he meets Aline Nugroho. A twenty-one-year-old heiress from Jakarta, burdened by a family empire, an unexpected pregnancy, and a heart still haunted by the man who abandoned her. For seven days, they share coffee, laughter, silence, and pieces of themselves that they've never shown anyone else. Angga knows better than to fall in love. Because love is cruel when the person you love is destined to forget your name. Yet some people leave behind something stronger than memories. A feeling. A smile. A bouquet of flowers whose sender can never be remembered. A bittersweet story about loneliness, fleeting connections, and loving someone even when you're meant to become a stranger.

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON! ⋆˚𖤓˖° This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken. ⋆˚𖤓˖° A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.