Solitude Stories

Buck est seul, il avait tout perdu à cause du procès. Dans sa solitude, il trouve des alliées et un cadeau merveilleux lui est fait. Rendez-vous tous les lundis à 15 heures. ^^

Esperon Series 1 On-going | Unedited Kung siguro gaya lang ng mga librong binabasa natin ang buhay, maybe life would have been different. Palaging mayroong what if sa buhay. At kung si Alianta ang pagtatanungan kung ano; what if she wasn't born like what she is right now? Fragile. A topic. Quite. Fatherless. And that isn't even enough to describe her life. May ama siya, pero simulang no'ng hindi siya nagpaka-ama, it was best for her to live without a father. Life is a living hell, that's how she describes it. But then, Red is a total opposite. His world was loud, so loud you could drown in it without ever touching water. His life runs on rhythm and noise, while hers depends on logic and order. Kung pwede lang sanang sabihin na maaari niyang ipahupa ang ingay sa paligid, at gawing tahimik kahit sandali para makasabay siya sa kanya. They are like fire and ice, each burning in their own way while never melting into the other. Pero, ika nga, destiny likes to play. Just when you think things are settling down, something always shakes everything up again. An issue crept into their lives like a shadow stretching across a sunny room. Something that left Alianta no choice but to decide. To stay with him with a ring, or to walk away. "If only you had noticed, maybe, the ending would have been different." background from pinterest.

This poetry collection is the journey of a highly-sensitive guy from his teenage years to young adulthood. During these times he experiences a range of emotions & experiences. He finds the most cherished place to put it all out - the paper. When all feelings are expressed repeatedly but in vain, then he thinks that the paper is the only hand that pulls him out from the quicksand of egoism all while numbing the pain of stabbing reality strikes.

Veera is invisible. Quiet. Alone. Life is a routine of classrooms, family, and the endless hum of her own thoughts until a melody changes everything. A man plays the guitar like he's speaking to her soul, and for the first time, Veera feels a connection she can't explain. Slowly, a invisible string forms between them, a rhythm of music, understanding, and something more. A story of love that grows quietly, in the spaces between life's noise.

Severine wanted power, and now she's got it. Scandals plague her post-election, and Severine wonders if she'll survive her term. As if the tabloids weren't enough, she finds herself in the worst political situation of cohabitation at the National Assembly. She's all alone, or is she?

Fragments from a mind that survived without resolution. Not for comfort. Not for closure. Only for those who will sit with it. More fragments of the boy, the fracture, the ghost, and Khalzreenism will follow... Khalzreenism // x.kakal // gh0$t

After her husband's death, she isolates herself with one quiet task: making a crimson necklace. As the beads grow, so does her fixation. Time blurs. The house falls silent. Thought begins to unravel. What starts as an act of devotion becomes something darker - a ritual of grief, obsession, and inevitability. A slow, psychological descent into loss, solitude, and the meaning of completion.

Maria. A young woman living in the solitude of her warm cottage by the outskirts of her city... Living a peaceful life away from society with the her only company...a man without a name. Her story following her quiet life...and the oh so not stable state of mind. A life of solitude... A false salvation in the eyes of the ignorant. [Cover made by me]

Fate. Mist. Destiny Take a look at my other book, which is revised, edited, and has a better storyline but similar to this one🤗 Link is here please check it out, I would really love it if you checked out: A Light in the Mist (Edited) Meet Zachary, victims of all three. He was a traitor and suffered his fate, he was a murderer and pursued his destiny, he was alone and met Mist. A life of importance, footsteps placed wrong, a light he had once become. A curse broken by regret. A heart shattered by isolation. There's no way to repair it, fate wrote these pages itself. Destiny weaved gentle words through the rough times. Mist hovered alongside Destiny's pen. Many think destiny is light, you're not wrong. But this is a different kind of light. Darkness is light, because with light, it cannot exist. Zachary is a shadowed destiny, his fate didn't have mercy on him, which forced destiny to curse him in this short novel of destruction and regret. I'll be writing much better ones and richer novels if 5 people say it in the comments. ꧁Read if you dare, and let me know in the poll if you enjoy! Stay safe, and learn from Zachary's mistakes, for a similar punishment awaits those who follow the path he tread.꧂

this is a story about lady lesso loses her memories becomes immortal and with her daughter moves to avalon to stay away from the school for good and evil she's staying with her two best friends Evelyn and Carly who are also immortal with the magic of pure evil and chaos. Carly = chaos Evelyn = pure evil. They try and use lesso's past lover to seduce her into coming back to the school for good and evil. But what happens when the past comes to her as a staff member? Luring her back.. (Second book called under the surface)

Another Day is a quiet, intimate exploration of survival in its most ordinary form. Told through the course of a single day, the story follows a narrator who keeps living not out of hope or passion, but out of habit, resistance, and something unnamed that refuses to disappear. From waking before the alarm to enduring work, small talk, commutes, and long nights alone, each chapter captures the invisible labor of appearing functional while carrying an unrelenting inner weight. This is not a story of dramatic breakdowns or obvious despair. It is about the silence between moments, the masks worn in public, and the exhausting courage it takes to keep choosing "today" without knowing why. The narrative lingers in the in-between spaces-between rest and exhaustion, connection and isolation, giving up and holding on. Written in spare, reflective prose, Another Day speaks to anyone who has survived quietly, who has kept going without answers, and who understands that sometimes staying alive is not a victory or a choice-but an act of defiance. It is a story about endurance. About existing. About being still here. And for now, that being enough.

Lifetime after lifetime, Amara has been broken by love, her heart repeatedly shattered by the very man she has cherished in every incarnation. For five lifetimes, betrayal has been her only companion, and the pain has carved a vow into her soul: she will never love again. But can a heart so wounded truly resist the pull of fate? Will Amara honor her oath and close herself off forever, or will she risk trusting her life, her heart, and her soul to a man-or perhaps to men-once more?

The desire for solitude quickly turns into something beautiful beyond human understanding.

Presenting short stories, in a dramatically aesthetic way, which I may have jotted during wintery midnights. It's a self reciprocation and dwellnes in contours of life, gently averting through seasons, solitude, relationships, in puzzled form.

this is a story about a bond that completed itself too early and was never allowed to finish in this world people do not survive without their mates not quickly not all at once but slowly the body understands absence before the mind does and begins to shut down because it was never meant to be alone kalia was born inside this system correctly marked correctly logged expected to live a full uninterrupted life liam was never part of the records he was a constant instead a presence that existed before fate was supposed to speak and their bond formed anyway quietly naturally without permission completing itself long before the system was watching fate does not like unfinished things so the system reassigned her it gave her someone else someone compatible alive approved someone meant to keep her functioning but memory was not erased kalia does not experience her grief as loss she experiences it as certainty her body already knows where it belongs and it will not open itself again the system calls this refusal a fault it is attempting correction this is not a romance it is a containment scenario read carefully people who stay too long begin to understand what the system cannot

It's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.

Avery Kingston a teenager battling her final year with hopes of making it memorable and partly keep her grades high and get a nice university I guess Only when Reece Cole joins the school once again. The stereotype of a bad boy ,the leather jackets ,the cold talk and more. Avery feeling apart of her is crazy and Reece well he is crazy, crazy hot

Hello there! This is a collection of various poems, literary experiments, and reflections that I'm preparing to share with the public. Feedback is very welcome. I love exploring deeper meanings, and I try to weave them into everything I write.

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