Subtle Stories

I exist to obey. I live to serve. Every thought, every movement, every breath is for HIM to judge. Resistance is a memory. I will adapt... or I will break.

one small town, one big secret. - romance friendship slowburn fantasy adventure

If I ask you "what is humanity" you'd probably be over in a minute explaining the different practices and morals.. Well, strip those morals off, and now? it's the 24th century and amidst the dystopian society,fabricated souls and humanity's last attempt at survival comes the 1st crusade of the extraterrestrial. And everything you know about humanity is about to get changed forever. Welcome to "Rescind".

Gabriel x Tsuniki BL Story roomates/friends to lovers Very cute and wholesome a little sprinkle of smut maybe a lot more this is my first story A story of a unexpected love of a short pink boi and a tall blond hottie will they get together? or something idk they probably will PS: i use a.i pictures cause i dont know how to draw sorry. I'll use my own drawings when i know how to draw in like 4 years give or take

A mystery science fiction with subtle yet beautiful romance

A boy. Among all others. Bent in thoughts. Swirled inside the vaccum. Life happened to him. Introvert. Weak in geometry. But circles are his weakness.

❝ For my devotion is beautiful and true like a poem, It is only natural for Science to reconsider my theorem- ❞ ❝ My theorem of beauty, is giddy, and creased, For my devotion is a blazing bliss. ❞ - A collection of dark-themed poems from a selfish, neutral, and passive perspective and view that borders between the light and dark spectrum of several situations expressed in a vague, subtle, or obscure way. starisredy | Mari Crystal © All rights reserved Only on W a t t p a d. current cover by yours truly Highest rankings: #681 in poetry #186 in collection #753 in poetrycollection #313 in poemcollection #50 in blackandwhite #352 in grey

A short poem based upon the love for the intimate soul. Not everything has to be just as it seems. Love has no boundaries. It cannot be subdued, it cannot be subjected to the human body. You just need to have the soul to love....

A vast forest, an unrelenting prison for a powerful "monster" capable of destruction. Cirrae has accepted her fate and the futility of escape. All she can do is the make the most of her isolation within the trees. However, the appearance of a sudden guest into her cage reminds her of what connection feels like.

Poems and pieces of original songs that describe a silent battle when somebody pushed too far, but I still have to see them often and make it seem to everyone else that all is well. Because I can't always express with flow or rhymes, there are going to be some straight up rants or just what I think on a certain part of the subject, so yea, more rants of sorts.

...poetry is a man's interpretation of inspiration. Each beat has a lyric and each sound speaks to the soul. For who will understand how it could be the doorway to your heart....

Ruth didn't come here to belong. But the dreamworld embraces her with open, comforting arms. The longer Ruth stays, the easier it becomes to live blissfully unaware, innocent in a place that asks very little in return. And the harder it is to remember who she once was, and why she would ever leave. Some places don't trap. They invite.

🌙 She answered a call. He was a stranger. That night changed everything. Aanya Patil, 23 - an engineering graduate now stuck in a customer-support job she never wanted. Aarav Malhotra, 29 - a ruthless businessman carrying shadows that no one dares to touch. One midnight call ties them together. To him, her voice becomes a lifeline. To her, he becomes the storm she can't escape. But destiny doesn't stop at one call. What begins as an accident turns into obsession, protection, and a love tested by fire. 💔 Pure love. 🔥 Thrilling twists. ⚡ Fated connection. Forever Mine - because some bonds aren't chosen, they're written.

poems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, objectively)

an epistolary.

He was a well-built boy who reached my chest. He had black hair piled in curls. He was ruthless and cunning. I should fear him. I should hate him. His name itself was feared, but I dare to use it. Napoleon. He was a gorgeous man, a character out of a story. I wanted this man and I thought I had him. I thought I had Alexander. He and I were two of the most powerful figures in the world. Alexander & Me.