Poems Stories

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!

Wang Anshi and Sima Guang were best friends, but they parted ways due to their different opinions on Xining Reformation. At that time, Zhao Xu, Emperor Shenzong of Northern Song Dynasty, was in power of this empire. The Northern Song Dynasty tried to appease Liao and Western Xia. The dispute between Reformist Party, led by Wang Anshi, and Conservative Party, led by Sima Guang, increased the political turmoil and uncertainties of Northern Song Dynasty. At that critical moment, Liao and Western Xia conspired to force Northern Song Dynasty into an irreparable situation. The strange case of Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang brought them together to investigate the truth. Then, Northern Song Dynasty won the Battle of Xihe. Zhao Xu was so excited that he gave Wang Anshi his jade belt as a reward. Could Wang Anshi and Sima Guang become best friends again? In the turbulent situation of Northern Song Dynasty, could they put aside their past conflicts and turn danger into safety? Could they fulfill their youthful oath, live and die together, and leave their names in history? Thousands of years later, all things are gone. Only the fragrance of laurel branch remains, and the river flowing in vain, as the sound of eternal injustice. This story is completely fictional. Please do not project it onto real historical events. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Couverture: The National Palace Museum Collection. Jiang Tingxi, Sweet Osmanthus (detail), during the Qing Dynasty. © 2024 NATIONAL PALACE MUSEUM. Printed book and E-book on Blurb: https://www.blurb.ca/b/12947028-fragrance-of-laurel-branch

★#1 IN ᖴᗩᗴ ᖇISᗴ SAGA★ "I have been your guardian angel these past few months." He proclaimed with a mocking smile. I sighed and shook my head slowly. "..... Oh Puck. You're a lot of things, but you're no guardian angel." Shy, homeschooled teenage girl Lisa Corothy, prefers to live a quiet life surrounded by books and cats. But when she attends a weekly homeschool co-op, her plans go astray. Because of another attendee named Puck. Puck is the walking biohazard of charisma and danger Lisa never wanted. Until she discovers he is what she has been looking for. As Lisa digs deeper into Puck's background, she begins to put herself in danger for reasons only Puck knows. And he becomes the only one that can protect her. Because he is 'one of them'. And by them, I mean the Faeries. Meanwhile, Lisa's older sister Alexandra tries to recover from a painful breakup, and is determined to let God write her love story. Could a socially awkward Romanian boy be the answer to her prayers?

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 Drenched Cedars - A Poetry Contest/ Best Cover 🥇 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱𝟴 ] 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.

An original poetry collection by SSears90. Mostly dark, gloomy, and angsty (my favorite! lol) Just a collection of my feelings and thoughts on my bad days. Enjoy.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

My 7th poetry book. My heart's contents poured out before your very eyes. 27 March 2026 - The Present

A collection of poems about the things I never said out loud. About loving quietly. About feeling invisible in a room full of people. About pretending to be okay. These aren't poems. They're the thoughts that stayed.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡ This was uploaded on wattpad. If you're reading this on sites other than wattpad, then please know that my work is being plagiarized. Read it on wattpad only.

Pond Naravit was a thief before he was anything else. He grew up believing life had nothing good waiting for him-until one day, he saw Phuwin. Phuwin: A boy with a stack of books, a gentle smile, and a heart so different from his own. For the first time, Pond began to wonder if maybe life was not only about surviving. Maybe there was something worth changing for. But some mistakes refuse to disappear. When the police came knocking, Pond lost everything. Six months behind bars, a broken heart, and the one person he loved left behind. Because before they took him away, Pond was the one who pushed Phuwin away. "Leave me. You deserve better." Now, out of prison, Pond has a new life, a small job, and an Instagram account filled with poems. Because he can't return to the same boy he once told to leave. So he writes instead.

Alone but powerful, the poet's mind is replete with verses colourful. With sass they sashay, unbidden into the worlds they portray. Inked with finesse, they are a treasure to possess. Cover designed by the immensely talented @thatwomanlywoman321 :)

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

A collection of poems and quiet reflections, written in the hours when the world sleeps and the heart begins to speak louder. These pieces wander through love, pain, healing, and the emotions we carry within us-those rarely spoken, but deeply felt.

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡. This book is a collection of my everyday affirmations and poems.

WARNING: This is just for fun, they are not good. I am still relatively new to writing poetry, so cut me some slack. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

There are letters we never send. Words we never speak. Goodbyes we never finish. The Letters You Never Read is a collection of poems that gently follows love, loss, healing, and the quiet journey back to yourself. Some stories are not asking to be understood. Only felt. Completed.

Poetry. Inspired by many events of life, and thoughts that are too strange to be crafted into stories. BOOK TWO IN THE "MELODIES SERIES" BOOK 1: A MELODY OF ESSE CAN BE READ WITHOUT THE FIRST ONE AS IT'S JUST POETRY!

just poems and proses by xysaoirse