Poetic Stories

I TAKE REQUESTS !!!!! also this is just something random but this ain't a story but just poems idk what to put here... Also could do other literature I do any type of poetry PLEASE IM BORED

A powerful story for young readers about memory, identity, and the courage to speak for those who were silenced. When 10-year-old Nora visits a slavery memorial exhibition, she discovers an old registry listing human beings as mere numbers. Haunted by entry #47-a girl her own age-Nora decides to give her back what history stole: a name, a voice, a story. ✨ A poetic and moving tale about the power of words to heal across centuries. 🦋 Perfect for family reading and classroom discussions. ⚠️ Themes: slavery history, identity, courage, remembrance, hope 📚 Ages 8-12 | 7 Illustrated Chapters #NeverForget #StoriesThatMatter #BlackHistory #ChildrensBook

This is the tale of how Telikos, once a bustling, beautiful city, was turned into but a small, unnaturally-shaped town whose residents, if they had not already died, were those condemned to the galleys.

In the silence of Winter, heart speaks louder than words. A boy lost in his own world of stories, a girl who brings warmth to the cold- THE FEELINGS OF WINTER is a tale of lonilness, fleeting warmth and the quiet magic of first connection. Sometimes the coldest Winter holds the deepest feeling ❄️.

"Spider's Diary" is a dark, intimate journal written from the perspective of an observer living on the edge between sleep and wakefulness. Each entry is a short story weaving everyday life with symbolism, unease, and the tender brutality of thought. It is a tale of sensitivity, memory, and chaos hidden in small moments - read like a web: piece by piece, yet most powerful when you fall into the whole.

La que fui, la que pudo ser y la que intenta en estas palabras construirse... desde el sentir, las experiencias y personas de mi vida expongo aquellos fragmentos que nacen de la emoción, de un momento...

Jeon Jihoon doesn't chase-he claims. Quietly. Completely. Until escape feels pointless. Elara heals without touching, listens without judging, and loves without asking to be chosen. Jeon Jihoon is adored by millions-but admiration has never interested him. Rebellious, unapologetic, and dangerously intense, he moves through fame untouched, answering to no one but himself. She, on the other hand, listens for a living. Soft-spoken, emotionally perceptive, and quietly resilient, Haesol's younger sister is a psychologist who has learned how to sit with darkness without flinching. She doesn't chase broken men. She doesn't try to fix them. Which is exactly why Jihoon notices her. What begins as observation turns into fixation-not loud, not reckless, but patient. Controlled. And when she sees through him without fear, the line between curiosity and possession begins to blur. This is not a love story about saving each other. It's about what happens when desire learns restraint-and obsession learns respect.

One year. Three hundred sixty-five haiku. Each one is a receipt for surviving when the system intended you to go. Read it. Before they invoice the air.

A Book of Poetry, pretty self explanatory.

As the ink flows onto the page, it whispers the secret from his heart. His identity is still a black cloud but he tries to unleash a part of his emotions, inking them with black on a paper with colour. Within these pages, he writes his love, pouring his emotions into verse as he pens for his muse, Vritika. This book compiles Advik's poems that he penned for Vritika in "Tide Me To Forever"―here, you'll find 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 that echoes the rhythm of Advik's heartbeat for Vritika. N o t e: It can be read as standalone poetry.

She is king, he is a warrior and a natural in power. She goes to hell. He goes to heaven. She is destined to be burned at the stake, he is destined for greatness and glory, only for it to break into madness and heartache. She has a heart of stone, he has a silent dream of finding love, and fate is said to have a way around the most unexpected events... *This is a story of battle, mild/moderate mentions of blood and violence are to be expected. Read at your own discretion. For the complete experience of this world I created, kindly search for the playlist named 'Angelia' On Spotify. Happy reading!

"I don't believe in love. I've seen how it destroys, how it leaves you hollow. So why am I marrying him?" Sahria Farooqi has always trusted herself-and her faith. After a childhood scarred by loss and abandonment, she believes love is a lie. Aaraiz Shah, on the other hand, believes in love's beauty, its power to heal. Patient, kind, and unwavering, he's the exact opposite of everything Sahria despises. Bound by duty, faith, and an arranged marriage, Sahria vows she won't give him her heart. But love has a way of testing even the strongest defenses...

မတော်မဆ တစိမ်းတွေ ပြန် ဖြစ်သွားခဲ့ကြမယ် ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော်က ကိုကို့ ကို အရမ်း ချစ်ခဲ့ပါတယ် ဆက်ပြီးတော့လည်း ချစ်နေအုန်းမှာပါဆို‌တာလေးတော့ ယုံစေချင်တယ်။ ကျွန်တော်ကြောင့် ဒါမှမဟုတ် ကံကြမ္မာကြောင့် ဝေးခဲ့ကြမယ်ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော် မသေမချင်း ကိုကို့ကို လိုက်‌ရှာနေမှာပါ။

Towa, Asta... Asto - Asta... Oh, forget it! Her name isn't really important... Towa has a trainee who he keeps forgetting. He doesn't know why; he just knows he forgets her... slowly evolving into a tragedy. I... don't remember her name. Can someone remind me why I think I know her...?

​Zarya aur Rehan. Do alag duniyaan, lekin ek hi qismat. Teen saal ka lamba intezar aur dheron ansuljhe sawal. ​Rehan ne mohabbat ko rutbe aur aukat se tola, jabke Zarya ne apna sab kuch daao par laga diya. Aaj jab wo dobara samne khade hain, toh darmiyan mein nafrat ki unchi deewar hai aur mazi ke gehre zakham. ​Kya mohabbat waqayi har nafrat ko fatah kar leti hai? Ya kuch zakham kabhi nahi bharte? ​ "BECAUSE IT'S LOVE" Ek aisi kahani jo aapko rone, hansne aur mohabbat par dobara yakeen karne par majboor kar degi. ✨ [COMPLETED NOVEL] ✨ Draft Completed - Regular Updates! Written in simple Hindi-Urdu (Roman) A long, slow-burn journey of love, emotions and destiny - where every moment unfolds deeply.

This is kind of a diary for me. It's just poems, rants and vents about my life, phillosophy and mental health. I don't expect anyone to read this, but if you do, just know Im 15 and english isnt my first language. Probably not all of the chapters will be english. The chapters are not to be read in any spercific order.

Some collisions aren't accidents... they're tragedies waiting to happen.

People fear the deep forest, but why? Why, when it can mold such a beautiful monster? A monster, with birch bark thorn teeth, forest grass eyes, petal soft skin and a bleeding heart. How can such monstrosity exist among the greatest monster of all? How could such a monster live with humans? ♡ Im curious what my mind can create. This is a story of a boy, born from the forest, not accepting himself. And a i refuse to say more, because i have no idea what's gonna happen either. I hope i'll actualy write this story down, rather than daydream about it. ♡ ✨️☝️TW: I do intend to write some pretty botanic horror-y things in this story, probably some gore and disturbing things. So yeah, heads up! ☝️✨️

It's 2:47 a.m. on Lavelle Road, and in a few hours, he'll be on a plane to the UK, and they both know he won't be coming back. They'd agreed from the start that this would end with him leaving. What they hadn't agreed on was how much it would hurt. On their last night together, they retrace the road where it all began: the same cul-de-sac, the same dim streetlight, and sit with everything they never said, and everything they can't take back. Some love stories don't end. They just run out of time.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff