Melancholy Stories

[ UPDATED REGULARLY!!! ] i wish it could be me but I won't make it out this bed. started: 23 | 01 | 26 ended: ongoing

01/25/26 - note: the first volume (WMLA) is currently being proofread: the first 23 chapters will be proofread up to the chapter titled "Oyasumi." 01/25/26 - second note: The second volume (WWBA) is now available. Don't forget to check it out! "Sayori, My Dearest Comet..." ------- Monika thought it was over. She had destroyed her own reality, shattered her world, erased her friends... all to escape a lie that felt too perfect. But now she's back. Aware. Awake. In VM-1 - also known as Doki Doki Literature Club Plus - Monika remembers everything. Every line of corrupted code. Every pain she inflicted. Every illusion of love she once projected onto the only real person she believed existed. She should have been reset. But a glitch brought her back. And this time... something's different. Monika no longer wants to charm. No longer wants to control. She's stuck in a role she doesn't want to play, trapped in a loop of scripted friendship and hollow dialogue. A puppet with self-awareness. So she watches. She stays silent. She smiles-mechanically. But inside, she's fading. Until she looks at her... Finally. And deep within her fractured consciousness, something stirs. Maybe... she still has something left to feel. Maybe... she can still love.

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    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.    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.

​"Florida mornings lie. They make you think nothing is about to happen." ​Maya Rivers is quiet enough to be missed. She likes it that way. She has her notebook, her window seat, and the ocean five minutes away. She's invisible, and invisible is safe. ​Then Ethan Carter-Seabrook's golden boy and star athlete-walks into her English class and decides to stop looking past her. ​Ethan doesn't flirt to be liked. He flirts like he's already decided. And as the town's attention shifts toward Maya, she realizes that being seen is the most dangerous thing of all.

A light-hearted action adventure set in an alternate future. Psychic cops and the Warden Union fight against paranormal crimes in 2055 and find out how the fate of the world rests on the shoulders of 17-year-old Keith Waynee. No, I do not want an illustrator. If you ask or advertise in the comments, I will block you.

Who said that people are the animals of wisdom? To my eyes, it's obvious that they are the animals of regret "People" - Agust D Jeongwoo and Sanghoon grew up together. They were similar yet different. One had high ambitions, the second appreciated little things - but both of them had dreams. The story is about two different paths of two brothers. Dislaimer: the story contains self-harm and suicide. Also, yeah, the cover is AI generated (I dunno how to draw, so sorry if it bothers you)

"Learn to save lives, but can't even learn how to save myself." Iyan ang mga salitang tumatak sa isipan na kagaya niya lamang na isang estudyante. Nagpupursige sa pag-aaral si Amber Adela para matupad lamang ang pangarap ng kaniyang mga magulang na magtapos ito sa nursing school. Habang abala sa pag-aaral ng bawat parte ng katawan at buhay ng isang tao, hindi niya namamalayan ang kaniyang sarili na nalulugmok sa depresyon. But then her life was changed, when someone came in. Hindi lamang kailangan niya ang taong ito para kalimutan ang mga problemang kinakaharap niya. Ngunit kailangan niya ng isang tao para kayanin at makalabas sa sitwasyon na kinakaharap niya. Nursing Series: 1. Before the Flatline

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

1 song every day in February. 28 songs written between June and December 2025.

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a state of dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written was clear, slips away when it's revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow. At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating either. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by treating suggestions/hypothesis as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

This is a story about names. Not the ones you're given at birth, but the labels you earn in the hallways of Sanctuary of the Hills Academy. High school wasn't about finding yourself. It was about surviving the disasters you accidentally created. It was about shifting responsibilities, the pressure of doing too much, and the realization that some mistakes leave a residue you can never quite peel off. It can also be about oranges. In 2006, I spent my freshman year trying to stay out of the light, only to find myself caught in the orbit of Pauline Abad-the girl who didn't just witness my failures, but gave them a title. Once a name sticks, it becomes the story everyone tells about you, until you start to believe it yourself. I know this because it happened to me. This is how I became Mr. Bad Timing. Author: H.R. Lagman

just some pieces from my diary, out in the world, a somewhat lazy attempt, in case someone feels at home

Ten years of silence. Ten years of surviving alone, believing he had used her and left. He promised six months. Life made it a year. By the time he returned, she was gone - moved, changed, carrying a secret he could never have known. Now he's back. Rich, unscarred, and happy. And she... can't forget the life she lost. Some love doesn't end. Some wounds never heal. Between what was promised and what was taken... can forgiveness survive? This is my first time writing on Wattpad - I hope you enjoy the story as much as I loved writing it! 💜 The image used is not mine; all credit goes to the original artist.

-Trepidation noun a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen- Various poems that reflect my life and some others that don't, hope you enjoy!! ❤︎︎

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The sea gives him back - but not whole. Cassian wakes on the shore stripped of memory, with no past and no understanding of how he came to be there. He is taken in by Aurora, a woman whose presence feels painfully familiar-like a warmth remembered from somewhere just beyond reach. Yet the ocean won't leave him alone. It calls to him, insistent, knowing.
 The town whispers about him, as if he's someone who doesn't belong. As unease grows and questions surface, Cassian begins to wonder if the problem isn't the place at all - but himself. Saltwater Skin is a slow-burn tale of love, loss, and what hides beneath the surface. Updates every Friday evening (20:00 / 8 PM CET).

Bottle Full Of Words is a collection of heartfelt verses, echoing the complexities and beauty of life, in all its fragility and strength. Poetry unveils the depths of human nature, love, loss, hope, and challenges. These poems explore universal themes to impact readers to reflect on their own stories.

Sunjae was very much familiar with the clothing he wore and the surroundings he was engulfed by. He had no option but to lie on the bed and meloncholicaly stare at the crimson liqid dripping in a bag small enough to hold his life. He was now ready to confront his bitter truth of life, an inevitable call from his fate which he had to accept. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴."A teenage girl dressed in her school uniform said with concern in her voice. Her hand was soft and slender, her fingers wrapped around his hand with a gentle but firm hold as if not ready to let go. Sunjae was devastated and tired fighting for another day and had already agreed to his fate until, one fine day Im Sol appeared in his deserted life who was now his everything, become his reason to live. Nonetheless, fate has its own plans which a person is destined to follow even if it's Sunjae and Sol.