Midnightthoughts Stories

Chasing Midnight Dreams is a soft, emotional story about two strangers who meet under the quiet night sky. As they spend their nights talking and sharing their hidden dreams, they slowly heal each other and find comfort in a world away from reality. But as dawn approaches, they must face the truth-that some connections are only meant to guide you forward, not to stay forever. It's a story about love, letting go, and having the courage to chase your dreams. will Lira Celestine Salazar And Eron Rave Dela Cuesta find themselves together?

it's not a story. it's what happens when you don't say things at the right time. or at all.

And maybe, in some corner of these words, you'll find a piece of yourself... the part that still feels, still hopes, still loves- even after it was never chosen.

Raw thoughts. quiet pain. loud feelings. "Unfiltered Heart" is where everything I never said finally finds a voice.

Welcome to my collection of short stories! Prepare to be emersed in stories that will try (I hope make) your spine shiver. Enjoy....

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Poetry Palette" is a collection of emotions painted through words-where every poem carries a different shade of feeling. From love and heartbreak to strength and self-discovery, each piece reflects a unique story, a different mood, and a new perspective. Just like colors on a palette, these verses blend together to create a world where thoughts, dreams, and emotions come alive. This is not just poetry-it's a journey through everything the heart feels but words often leave unspoken. ✨

Some doors are shut quietly. Some are slammed by fate. And some... we close ourselves. Closed Doors is a deeply reflective collection of poems that explores the silent spaces between love and loss, hope and despair, endings and new beginnings. Through delicate words and powerful imagery, It captures the emotions we often hide behind closed hearts, unspoken pain, forgotten memories, and the courage it takes to move forward. Each poem is a doorway into moments of vulnerability, healing, and self-discovery. This collection speaks to anyone who has ever felt unheard, broken, or lost, reminding them that even behind closed doors, there is always a story waiting to be told. Raw. Intimate. Honest. This is not just poetry...this is feeling.

A collection of poems that delve into the profound and often turbulent feelings of the human experience - the deepest darkest pit of feelings from the human soul. From the depths of despair to the flickers of hope, these verses explore the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Each poem serves as a mirror to the soul, inviting readers to navigate the shadows and find beauty within the chaos. Join me on this emotional journey through the intricacies of existence, where darkness and light coexist.

A gentle yet aching narrative of love that remained unexpressed. Through pauses, glances, and quiet longing, it reflects the sorrow of what could have been-if only it had been seen.

A rich but simple college girl falls in love with a handsome cold hearted CEO who is best friend of her father 😫. She falls first but he falls harder 😩 Too many thrillers of the past affect their present 😭 Heart break 💔 closeness 🫣 intimated scene 🤭 An adult drama with too much suspense 💓 I'm not going to love you by Miss Annabel 💗 @ Velvet Hearts 💟 you can watch animated video of this story on Instagram and youtube 🫶🏻 Love you all Velvet Heartiest 😚

This isn't poetry. These are places that only begin to exist the moment you think about them for too long. Chapels that listen instead of praying. Cities that forget their own edges. Mirrors that remember you before you ever managed to save yourself. Every text is a trace of something that was never meant to be spoken. Every sentence an echo that doesn't know if it still belongs to the living world. And if you feel something breathing too close here... you're not reading this for the first time.

we broke, we healed... and still called it love.

words forming poems. fabricated feelings. stack paragraphs of familiar subjects. tip of my pen that releases ink to write those unwritten words. to wrap up the works. the tapping sound of my device that creates the words I have in mind. in too deep with my thoughts. to speak without hearing a sound. cries to silent screams. whispers like the wind blows by hair. the pain behind the smile. seeing the rainbow after the storm. i write. just write.

This is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.

This Story is COMPLETELY FICTIONAL and from my IMAGINATION ONLY, I DO NOT OWN the CHARACTERS, the SONGS, and the PICTURES (maybe even Videos), basically everything except the writing and some of the plots. Why did I say 'some of the plots'? Well because most of the plots are from the stories I've read, watched, or heard. So credits to them. Also, do not mind my writing, it sucks, I know, my grammar also sucks and sometimes does not even make sense, which you will find very confusing + my spelling. I am not good at describing things or explaining things so you'll have to bare with how bland I describe or explain things + how I describe or explain them (Warning: You'll be very confused.) And as for updates, it might be slow because: ¹. I forgot, ². I haven't started writing yet, ³. I don't know what to write or do, and ⁴. I'm busy. Take note that I will do some changes with the characters and all so they might not act the way they originally act, and some information and details might not be the same as the original. In summary, my story is different from the original as I will write it how I like it and how I want it. Credits to the rightful owners of the songs I used, characters I used, pictures I used, the videos I used (if I will include a video in this story). (PS.) I will try making this story more understandable for all of you. Hope you all like it! Xoxo.

Some feelings don't come with a reason. You can be having a completely normal day- laughing, scrolling, talking like everything is fine... and then, suddenly, something feels off. Not loud. Not obvious. Just... heavy. This isn't a story with characters or a perfect plot. It's a collection of thoughts-raw, quiet, and honest. The kind of thoughts you don't say out loud. The kind you don't even fully understand yourself. If you've ever: felt sad without knowing why, overthought something simple until it felt real, or felt alone even when people were around- this might feel a little too close. You won't find perfect answers here. But maybe... you'll feel understood. - Nobody talks about this.

i am just an object.

𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕞- 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓲 Under the neon glow and restless heartbeat of Silom, sleep is a luxury few can afford and love, even less. Sky hasn't slept properly in months. Ever since he lost the one person who made Bangkok feel like home, his nights blur into long walks through crowded streets, late night street food stalls, and quiet rooftop silences overlooking a city that never pauses. By day, he is just another office worker. By night, he is a voice drifting through loneliness. Everything changes when a late night radio show host in Bangkok convinces him to share his story on air. Hundreds listen. But one person truly hears him. Nani, a writer miles away, is drawn to the sadness wrapped in his voice. He does not know why his story lingers in his chest, refusing to let go. He already has a life planned, a future mapped out. Yet something about Sky feels unfinished, like a story waiting for its ending. Emails turn into messages. Messages turn into something neither of them dares to name. But Silom is a place of illusions, where lights hide truths and people hide their hearts. And love... love here is never simple. Will two strangers, bound only by a voice in the dark, find each other in a city that never sleeps? Or will they remain just another almost in the endless nights of Silom?

Not all pain is loud. Not all healing is visible. "Poems of Life: Echoes Within" speaks to the unspoken-grief that lingers, hope that flickers, and the silent strength we carry every day. These poems are for those who are still standing, even when their voice trembles. Read slowly. Breathe deeply. You are not alone. English • Tagalog © 2025 Ziel Notes. All rights reserved. This work is a product of original thought, written and created solely by the author. Any resemblance to other works is purely coincidental and unintentional. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or reposting of this content may result in legal action.