Metaphor Stories

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

Just my personal poetry all together in one place, don't know if anyone will like it but oh well:)

If suicide is romance Then I'm your other Boleyn Girl If Love is just another form of horror Then I'm your worst nightmare An anthology of regularly posted, emotionally raw poems, that are sure to purposely throw you into a catatonic state of existential crisis. Based on the life of the author hunterofzombies. And maybe even based on yours. And possibly even based on theirs. Enjoy

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

❛❛Applause is a terrible curse.❞ 🎭🎭🎭 ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

A long time ago there were only two genders a male who could not give birth and a woman who could give birth. Later on exceptional cases started appearing and a new society was formed. At the top of it stood the Alpha male and female who were superior in every shape and form. They controlled the society.. They held the powerful positions in the army and the government. But they were fewer in number. About fifty to sixty percent of the population were betas who lived normal lives.. At the bottom of the ladder were the omegas.. They suffered discrimination and cruelty. So human rights activists came forward voicing their rights and now they are protected by the law. Still there were people who exploited them. People in this world also have magical abilities to do mundane things. It had been a theory that someone with a gene based magic came up with this system. This is a story of three friends Gahan an alpha male, Palak a beta female and Shreyan an omega male. A tale of revenge love friendship betrayal and going against society.

Hollowridge High had a way of swallowing people whole. By sophomore year, Eleanor Finch already understood the rules: stay quiet, stay invisible, and never give people a reason to look at you too closely. But when a rumor turns Olivia Cornova from golden girl to school-wide target overnight, Eleanor can't stop staring. At Hollowridge, people become whatever everyone else decides they are. And the monster is always hungry.

❛❛Hope sings the cruelest lullaby.❞ ❄️❄️❄️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱5 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

Welcome to Everett and Salem. In this world, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. On the surface, this is just a collection of poetry that reflects life, weather, and ordinary days. But if you look closely enough, a different story begins to bleed through... and that is the part you will find out while piecing all the fragments together. Enjoy investigating.

The world promised warmth, but I only found cold. When a simple question - "Do you feel her kindness?" - shatters my fragile understanding of life, I am left adrift between beauty and terrifying abyss. Caught between waking nightmares and the deepest desires, every moment is a fight to remember who I was, what I want, and where 'home' really lies. Follow me into the things that are lost, found, and forever out of reach.

🧠 Speedrunning Integration: The ADHD-Coded Guide to Internal Architecture. This theory map and introspective log was written by someone who (accidentally) launched themselves into a Big Bang of self-awareness through emotional excavation, metaphorical innerworld mapping, and an ADHD-driven need to understand everything. If you're lost inside yourself, this might help you find your compass.

❛❛Radiance is corruption's favorite disguise.❞ 🖌️🖌️🖌️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

you know the drill by now. just a melancholy poet with half-rate thoughts, writing on a whim

A collection of poems all by me. Follow my poetry journey from 2015 to 2019, as I grow as a poet and a person. This anthology is finally completed as of November 4, 2019. Please ask permission if you wish to use/share any of these poems. Highest Rankings To Date: #8 - metaphors #2 - alliteration #61 - symbolism ©TAY_KAT

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

This is an ongoing collection of descriptive and narrative stories based on the IGCSE FLE Paper 2 Composition Prompts. I hope that the language and literary techniques used in these stories will help inspire you learn to wield your words wisely together in order to create beautiful imagery that effect your readers and the examiners :) Enjoy!

re•sur•rec•tion reh·zr·ek·shn noun the action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected. "the story of the resurrection of Osiris" ©️ 2024

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.