Thinking Stories

This is a separate read for updates on stories and possible new stores and to let readers know where I'm at on certain stories, if you want to leave comments or ask questions or anything and votes for different story ideas I have. And you guys leave comments that I'll respond to for any questions you may have.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

အရံဂေးဇာတ်ကောင် မှ hide boss များရဲ့ ဇနီးအဖြစ်သို့ MC -ရှောင်ဟန်ချီ Ml - ???? start - 5.6.2024 end -?????

a collection of poems about my life, struggles, friendships, heartbreak, and trying to find hope in the midst of it all. if any of this resonates with you, stay a while 💌 disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.

A poor and inexperienced young hitman is kidnapped after a botched job. He thinks he will soon be murdered, but the kidnappers force the hitman to talk to the person, who is more than normal human, in bad way.

I don't always talk about what I feel. So I write it instead. These are things I never said out loud, like sand in my pockets - a quiet weight I carry, almost invisible, small, but still there.

Just some poems about life, myself, or whatever pops into my head. I don't even know if these count as poems but poems is the closest thing to define them I think.

I'm not even sure what this will be, likely a mix of poetry and shorts entries, along with being a little real I guess. Maybe to be considered raw poetry, I will be including unedited pieces, that maybe show my, mental, process, honestly probably things I post with a bit of alcohol involved, unfortunately, very unfortunately

Just some ramblings, short stories and thinking out loud. Cover is Gudetama

Nothing else only thought turn into story hopefully you love and plz of u feel to give feedback plz give it Dil mein maat rakhna kuch 😗😗

thanks for clicking on this! this you guys and little channel literally mean the world to me! this will be just random thoughts so...whatever.

shattered pieces of my life

THIS IS THE REASON I TAKE 45 MINUTES IN THE SHOWER

>> Most Impressive Ranking << #01 - sunsign #04 - pieces #13 - thinking #15 - funfacts This is not a story This contains fun facts about zodiac signs

My bittersweet melancholy and late night thoughts. Give it a read, might relate or at least enjoy it.

These are just some quotes you can read. There will be regular updates or at least when I find new quotes. Enjoy!

The sun has just set and it's already pretty dark since it started to rain. There is something about a rainy pathway that invites playful feet, when each new step will be rewarded with a splash. The sound of the drops hitting the floor resonates with the peaceful elements of the soul. Walking among those drops is my meditation, a way to fully become present in the moment, a way to feel free. I don't mind getting a little wet, as each drop rolls down my shirt, soaks my hair, and offers a peaceful melody to my ears. My black car with reflective film, requested my Hafsa so she can fix her scarf in the car without men peering in, shows a reflection of me walking towards the door. A smile escapes as I remember those fond memories when Aapa and I would bet, with bragging rights of course, on which drop would win the race. I open the wet, cold door handle, while giving a final wave to Aman who is standing by the door watching the raindrops hitting the door. As a kid with autism, the smallest details around him sparks his imagination. Sitting in the car, I shake drops of rain off my shirt as I settle in the seat. I put my hand through my wet hair and tried to fix it while checking in the car mirror. Adjusting the angle of the mirror, I notice a shadowy figure in the back seat. "What the hell?". Before I could even turn around, I felt a cold piece of metal on the back of my neck. Detective Haroon has been working for the NYPD for the last three years, and in this time, he has solved more cases than any other detective. So when he is assigned to the murder case of Madeline Hall, a 16-year old girl, with no leads, no witnesses, and no evidence, he is ready to crack the case. When the case begins to hit close to home, he realizes this case is bigger than he could have anticipated.

It used to be call LongTime Hate/ Now LifeTime Love. Alyssa and Caleb were once close then next thing they don't even look at each other anymore. Ever since the death of Caleb's mother he's became distant with her. Every time she would try to comfort him he pushed her away until one day she decided to stop bothering. Since she stop asking him to talk about his feelings they stop talking. Now it's sophomore year and they still don't talk but could one project and being in almost every class with each another bring them back together. Yes...No...Maybe. You'll just have to find out. Ok this book has some inappropriate language and mild sensual parts but that's should be all I was giving a head up just in case (:. <3 (And this story is unedited so there are a couple mistake I will edit it later on)

Just me saying what I think about Blue. Don't at me for my opinion, I'm just doing this for fun. There might be scenarios in here but this is mainly to get my ideas out.