Истории Thought-provoking

This is a compile of short stories/poetry that I've written. Majority of them are based on true events from my life, while some are events played out in my dreams. Each story is typically only a few pages long and follows no concurrent storyline. Simply thought provoking and emotional words.

This is a Condensed Poetry Compilation of my Poetry Book, Thoughts at night, which includes my favorite poems from my 7 WattPad Poetry Collection Series. Thoughts At Night is a collection of poetry, affirmations, conscious, and subconscious thoughts that were brought out into the light. This book started as a written series written at night and each poem was published in real-time.

⚠️ THE VOID SERIES - PART 1 ⚠️ You're already walking. You just haven't noticed. A father. A five-year-old son. A hooded figure who wears his face. And an infinite pit that grows wider with every step. In Limbo, death isn't what happens to you-it's who you've become. This is not a story about villains. It's about people who knew exactly what was happening and walked anyway. Coming Soon: More tales from The Void ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, parental guilt, apocalyptic imagery

My debut Ln, in which the protagonist Satoshi Katsurou goes through a seemingly ordinary death. Expecting to be reincarnated in heaven, he ends up in an afterlife that is just as harsh as the real world. Waking up in the afterlife Katsurou finds himself in a world where Death actively performs compassion, a son racing to godhood, and a daughter who can perceive what seems to be infinite possibilities. The divine family carries the weight of the world they destroy and nurture simultaneously, a world that they could destroy should they be off by a mere milliseconds. This story isn't your typical power fantasy nor is it entirely polished, the first couple of chapters are a deterrent but the later chapters (90+) are what makes this story worth investing in!

Every Monday at 9 a.m., the blog posts appear. Anonymous. Precise. Unforgiving. They tell stories no one dared to tell out loud-about abuse, desire, lies, loyalty, and the cost of staying quiet. And every Monday, someone's life cracks open. Set between present-day investigations and memories from one brutal summer, Monday 9 a.m. follows a group of teenagers and young adults whose lives are bound together by secrets they never agreed to share-but can no longer escape. At the center is Ayda: sharp, observant, too young to carry the weight she's been given, and stubborn enough to fight back anyway. Alongside her are NK, who learns that survival sometimes means leaving everything behind, and Nara, caught between love, motherhood, and the past she never fully chose. Then there's Julien-brilliant, reckless, loyal in all the wrong ways-and the question no one wants to ask: what happens when love grows inside a system that was never meant to protect you? As blog posts resurface old wounds, friendships fracture, relationships blur the line between safety and danger, and the law becomes both weapon and shield. Courtrooms replace classrooms. Silence becomes evidence. And truth-when it finally speaks-doesn't sound heroic. It sounds messy. Human. Unfinished.

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A collection of Various poems all personally written, the themes and tones vary and most will not relate to any others. I will add any poem I write into this book

Volume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.

POEM COLLECTION FOR THE MASSES "There once was a puppet man, beloved by all, but controlled by the masses. And when you saw him after the moon rose, never let his face get inscribed in your head. For the politicians want to see only the good, and never the bad."

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

You are going to read this as a story. A man loses someone. He stops sleeping. A woman made of light shows him a hundred worlds where she's still alive, still laughing, still breathing - and in every one of them, he's the one who's missing. You'll tell yourself it's just fiction. A metaphor. A clever structural trick about grief. But somewhere around the part where he asks "have I told you I didn't wake up?" - stop, and ask yourself when the last time was that someone checked on you. Really checked. Not the polite kind of checking. Because some stories are told by people no longer here to correct you if you get the ending wrong. This might be one of them. You won't know until you finish it. And by then, it might already be too late to ask.

A spacefaring crew of sixteen members visits what they thought was a foreign habitable planet, but has become a desolate rock. Atop it lies a deceased alien civilization. One of the crewmembers talks to a digital recreation of an alien.

Hello there, you bonkers little human. I see that you have reached the end of your voyage. Please confirm the pass code before continuing to the land of magic and mystery. What?! You don't remember it?! How can someone forget something so predictable?! It's literally "I make self-deprecating jokes because my life is the biggest circus." The ghost on my shoulder stirs, viciously ripping out its imaginary earphones as it stares me dead in the eyes. "What? I thought the pass code was 'Complaining more about writing than actually writing'. Such betrayal..." *** Welcome to the world of quirky humor and spiraling fantasy, where modern sassy ghosts dance to jazz, kids walk around with skulls instead of dolls, Cinderella hurls her glass slippers at the prince's face because he is just so freaking annoying, and where you can get the worst trust issues. Here's a collection of random stories that decide to holler into my mind every now and then. Trigger warnings: racism, bullying, suicide, addiction, war, violence, character death

What is it to be a trans daughter? What is it to be an angry queer? What is it to be a first-year college student? Do my friends only half-know me? In a creative non-fiction essay about a memorable conversation with a new trans friend named Dinah, I explore these questions about transness, cisgender family, queer solidarity and rage. "I am the great and fiery force that... awakens and supports life." -Hildegard of Bingen

Based on Edwin A. Abbott's 1884 novella "Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions", this reboot follows the adventures of a square and his hexagonal grandson, on an epic journey through dimensions. They have lived their lives in the second dimension, where being regular is expected, and where the third dimension is forbidden. In conjunction to Abbott's writings, a sphere comes to Flatland, and turns our heroes' reality upside-down. And it doesn't stop there, with beings from other dimensions ascending and descending, and eventually arriving to the same astounding conclusion about the nature of the universe. This modern and refreshed look at the original masterpiece has new ideas about perceptions of the universe, will leave you with thought-provoking questions, and will make you question your own reality.

Seventy-year-old Liz dies of a heart attack and wakes up in a cosmic, timeless café. A stranger delivers the ultimate existential news: she is everyone who has ever lived.

This is the story of how a whole universe was destroyed. This is the story of how civilization fell. This is a story of extinction. This is a story of basic 1's and 0's enveloping our world. This is the story of the Binary Cluster.

My second poems book! Ongoing! First book is: "Poems I wrote at night." Achievements: 20th out of 1.40k in #beauty 6th out of 1.38k in #tired Started: January 23rd, 2025 10:38am Ending: hopefully not soon

This is the before. Before Astro. Before Ellen. The prologue. But for now: Who am I? Where am I? How am I connecting to you? I'm .. nowhere. Just think, think, think.

Marie wakes up in a bureaucratic afterlife run with all the efficiency and emotional warmth of a corporate office. Guided by an eccentric volunteer handler named Heather, she learns about the different areas of hell, purgatory, and heaven, along with the lives of the people around her. In short, this is a deadpan, contemporary retelling of The Divine Comedy. Except there's actual comedy. Probably. And almost nobody is spared here. Not even Marie.