Solitude Stories

Neil has mastered the art of disappearance. Fleeing a family betrayal and a life of gilded luxury, his only sanctuary is a quiet, unassuming rental house-a place where his solitude is his armor. His philosophy is simple: trust no one, need nothing. Then Avni arrives, a burst of chaotic sunshine claiming the house is hers. She needs to sell it to save her own future, and she sees Neil as nothing but a cold, stubborn obstacle. Forced into an uneasy truce, their co-existence sparks a war! **** This is yet another story of Avni and Neil in another universe. Please keep supporting.

Un jour. Un poème. Une douleur différente. Chronique d'une douleur est un recueil écrit au fil des jours, tant que la dépression sera là. Chaque texte capture un état, une pensée, une chute, un instant de lucidité ou de noirceur. Sans filtre. Sans promesse de guérison. Sans chercher à rendre la souffrance belle. Seulement des mots pour raconter ce qu'elle laisse derrière elle. Recueil de poésie sur la dépression.

Elowen doesn't know when she stopped feeling things the way she used to. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was everything she never said. Or maybe she simply got tired of caring. But when her quiet, ordinary life begins to change, she finds herself facing the one thing she's been avoiding for years: herself.

The title says it all I do not own any of the franchises, characters, nor songs used in any of these oneshots, all of these belong to their respective owners

Milow, adolescente solitaire et perdue, se sent étrangère à sa propre vie. Quand d'étranges détails surgissent dans sa famille, elle se demande si tout ce qu'elle croyait savoir n'est qu'un mensonge. En quête de réponses, elle découvre des vérités difficiles à affronter et une lueur d'espoir. Pour trouver le bonheur, il faut parfois accepter de souffrir et de se perdre en chemin.

An expression of order and chaos. Overthoughts, if you will. The title is misleading - these poems don't have any direct relation with chocolate (unfortunately). Silly rhymes at unusual times but I hope you're fine with these words of mine *Best served backwards.* This has been presently written on Wattpad only. If you find this on any other platform, please do not proceed to use the app/website.

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O conto traz reflexões sobre a loucura que é crescer e se permitir a auto descoberta, descobrir quem você é, em meio aos conflitos diários da vida.

Oziel é um jovem reservado, cuja vida muda completamente após ser vítima de um ataque. Pouco tempo depois, ele se depara com uma entidade misteriosa, e, a partir desse encontro, sua mente passa a ser assombrada por memórias que não pertencem à sua vida atual. Enquanto essas lembranças se tornam cada vez mais intensas e perturbadoras, Oziel precisa descobrir de onde elas vieram - e, principalmente, por que estão retornando agora. À medida que passado e presente começam a se entrelaçar, ele percebe que talvez o encontro com aquela entidade não tenha sido uma coincidência.

Ever felt as if you aren't at home even though you're lying on your bedroom floor? Ever felt as if you are not loved enough? Ever felt your thoughts choking you? Then join Kimaya as she navigates her feelings and explore the meaning of life.

I was bored, so just give me some requests on what to write and stuff b:

( I'm a huge fan of skyrim and I just adore this snarky altmer. ) Female DovahkiinXAncano. (I was also bored and decided to do this since I've been playing skyrim a lot lately. Currently looking for more missions to do on there x.x ) [ Finished ]

Recueil poèmes.

After Aditya finds himself in the middle of nowhere, his friends join his journey in uncovering what's hidden in the peaceful looking place. Seven Days. One Place. No Escape Enjoy the novel- and welcome to the Seven Days. Inspired by personal thoughts and fictional what-if scenarios. Copyright © 2025 SIMKAIRO This is an original work of fiction. All rights are reserved by the author.

In the quiet embrace of night, a solitary man wanders through shadows, consumed by memories of his lost love. He visits her tomb, a silent guardian weeping in darkness. An ethereal silver doe appears, symbolizing her lingering spirit, whispering tales of memories growing cold. Bound by pain, he traverses misty paths guided only by the moon, reflecting the tears he cannot hide. As his isolation deepens, the wind carries ghostly whispers of her laughter. Nature mourns with him - the rustling leaves echo his sorrow, and the river murmurs his forlorn dreams. He chases elusive shadows, embarking on an endless journey through the night. Silhouettes of their past are painted across the midnight sky. He reaches out, but they fade beyond grasp. The garden where their love once bloomed lies wilted under the silent moon-a stark symbol of decayed dreams. On a cliff's edge, his whispered vows receive only the ocean's roar in reply-a poignant echo of goodbye. In the end, phantom touches and the ghost of her smile haunt his days. He walks the paths they once shared, each heavy step a silent plea for the impossible. Forever haunted by her name, he bears the weight of his sorrow, keeping their love's flame alive. While the winds carry his silent cries, he conceals his enduring love; yet, his heart remains unhealed. Themes and Analysis: It explores eternal love and the consuming nature of grief. Memories serve as both comfort and torment, binding him to the past. Nature mirrors his inner turmoil - the silver doe and moon reflect his longing, while unachievable desires highlight the futility he feels. Despite time's passage, his wounds remain raw; his journey is one of enduring love that transcends even death. Conclusion: The poem captures a heart trapped between past and present, where memories are both sanctuary and prison. His concealed love and unhealed heart resonate universally, reminding us that some bonds are so strong they leave an indelible mark on the soul.

The badge had no name. No rank. No emblem. No explanation

Elias et Léna ont grandi avec la certitude que certaines personnes ne disparaissent jamais vraiment de notre vie. Meilleurs amis depuis l'enfance, ils ont partagé les années, les secrets, les silences et des milliers de « à demain ». Puis sont venus les études, le travail, les kilomètres et les messages auxquels on répondra plus tard. Sans dispute, sans rupture et sans même s'en rendre compte, deux personnes qui savaient autrefois tout l'une de l'autre deviennent peu à peu des souvenirs dans la vie de l'autre. Jusqu'au jour où Elias décide enfin de reprendre contact.

Your past self does not define you, but it does provide the foundations we grow from. Poems I wrote during the worst times of my life, in the hope someone will find some peace in the words.

Whispers in My Head is a safe space for the thoughts we usually hide. Based entirely on my daily life and ever-changing moods, this collection captures the hard truths of growing up, the exhaustion of daily routines, and the quiet moments of peace. It is a collection of raw, unedited thoughts-the chaos of overthinking at midnight, the heavy silence of an exhausting day, and the quiet sparks of hope found in between.

Depression? People sometimes don't understand the intensity of having a depressive episode. Where you sulk and exclude yourself from everyone around you. Where you question your worth and existence in life. Where imagination gets the best of you. Till it reaches the point of you having hallucinations. Until it comes to the point where you wake up in an isolation room of a psychiatry ward. Alone and confused. But like we all know, everything that happens in life has a purpose. And every problem needs only one solution. And that is God. With the help of friends, family and loved ones, and faith in God, we can overcome depression. P.s. these are based on my real life experiences ;) #MagesticWingsAwards3rdPlacer