Unsaid Stories

Maybe these are just random thoughts. I just wrote what I feel. Sometimes my heart tells me to write something, even when I don't know if it makes sense. It might be a quote, a random line, or just a little paragraph. About love, pain, people, memories, growing up, letting go, and the little things we don't usually talk about. Some thoughts may mean nothing to you. Some may remind you of someone. And some might make you stop for a moment and think, "I feel this too." It might be simple. It might be a little tricky. But every thought here is something I felt. 77 thoughts. Different feelings. Maybe one of them is yours. I hope you feel this too. :) Dreamy Ocean 🌊😌

She loved him in silence. In every smile, in every tear, in every late night thought - it was always him. But he never knew. *Unsaid Love* is a story about that one person you can't forget, no matter how hard you try. It's about waiting for a text that never comes, crying quietly so no one hears, and loving someone who doesn't even know you exist that way. This is not just a story. This is a feeling. A feeling of every 17-year-old heart that has loved someone secretly and kept it all inside. If you have ever loved someone without telling them, you are already a part of this story. This is my first book ever I wrote, written with all my true feelings. Get ready to feel every unsaid word. 💔

Katherine "Kathy" Chan is the girl who can't be kissed by the sun. Literally. It's a whole medical thing. She's had Xeroderma Pigmentosum since the day she was born, a rare genetic condition with no cure, one that means actual sunlight could kill her. Homeschooled, friendless by circumstance more than choice. She has her routines. Her grandmother Lola Linda's cooking and unsolicited opinions on Filipino teleseryes. Her sketchpad, drawn in shades of gray because color never seems to stick. And Kathstillo, the crumbling, abandoned mansion on the hill that's been hers and only hers for years. But even before the sun became her enemy, her father's death took away whatever freedom she had left, and being the only thing her mother has left in the world comes with its own kind of confinement. Grief, it turns out, is its own kind of curfew. Then a moving truck pulls up next door, and Alexander King steps out of it. Their first real meeting doesn't happen through a fence or over coffee. It happens in the middle of the night, in Kathy's hideout, both of them equally sure the other is either a killer or a ghost, until Kathy faints dead away and wakes up to find the new boy next door has been standing guard over her the entire time. Inspired by the movie Midnight Sun.

Some feelings are never spoken. They live in silence, in sleepless nights, in the space between thoughts. The Unsaid is a collection of reflections on overthinking, fear, and loneliness - for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little. This is not just a book. It is a mirror. In these pages, you may find the words you could never say out loud. You may find yourself. Maybe you'll find yourself here.

Ang ibang istorya ay isinusulat para maisapubliko at kung minsan isinusulat para makalaya sa potensyal na ibinabahagi nito. Dahil minsan nakakapang hinayang kung ang isang istoryang may potensyal ay manatiling hanggang doon lang...at maging hanggang doon ka na lang. Isusulat para makalaya o isinusulat dahil hindi makalaya? @luyangdilawxamatcha

Feelings written in nature

[A collection of one-shot stories] There are times when some words are left unsaid. Yet, the person understands everything. There are also times when even said words are not understood. Enjoy reading various stories of different characters where some words were said and some were left hidden in the depth of their heart.

Only the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.

Samantha's memories, words, and sentiments are preserved in the context of art (poetry, letter, and thoughts ) Some stories touched my heart. I made a song whose lyrics are yet to define I imagined a character whose virtue is yet inline I wrote some verses for your heart I made some stories that are hard to forget Still among them all, somehow you will feel warm Somewhere someone is waiting for you to come home. My emotions shout through my poetry🤗 Simply, I would like to welcome you into my memory lane Disclaimer: I do not own the photos used in it. Samantha_alpana and thoughtsinthecloset both are run by me.

Some stories are written with ink. This one wasn't. It fell out of me... sometimes as a sigh that stayed longer than my breath, sometimes as a smile with nowhere to go, sometimes as tears that knew her name before I ever dared to speak it. These pages are not poems. They are the places where my heart chose words instead of breaking. Perhaps you'll find someone in them. Perhaps you'll find yourself. Or perhaps... you'll simply leave carrying a feeling you won't know how to name. After all, the deepest emotions have never needed a language. Best Rankings: #10 In Poem on 24-Jul-26

"We all are born free But spend a lifetime Becoming slaves to our own False Truth" - Atticus "Words left unsaid." Just some poems that I wrote in my leisure time. Hope you like them. I appreciate every vote and comment. *** Trigger Warning : Mention of death , sexual harassment , suicide , Mental health.

Some stories are meant to be told, some secrets are meant to be kept, and some feelings are meant for only one person. There are so many things I wanted to tell you, but somehow, the words always stayed inside me. So I wrote them here instead. Every thought, every feeling, and every moment that made me think of you. Read between the lines, feel what's left unsaid, and remember. This is for you only.

∆ These are certain messages that were either sent, unsent or found. ∆ The mode of these messages might be different each time. # I've never tried to write in this format. I will update the stories whenever I can.

My Scribbled Poems For The Liber Primus January 18, 2019 - 29 #brokenhearted January 20, 2019 - 27 #brokenhearted January 29, 2019 - 1 #sonnet February 6, 2019 - 4 #sonnet February 23, 2019 - 1 #writingcommunity February 28, 2020 - 2 #writingcommunity and #originalpoems Photo covers and photo are from Artidote, Nepenthe, Jose Daniel, and Google. Those photos are not mine.

Three years after being blamed for Celeste Arden's disappearance, Elara Voss returns to Blackthorn House, carrying memories she cannot trust. When she meets Adrian Vale, a mysterious man who promises to help her uncover the truth, she begins to fall for him. But as dark secrets, missing witnesses, and unexplained murders emerge, Elara starts questioning her own mind and the man she loves.

This is a story about Harry hook but different name. A few years ago when two people were 15 broke since the girl was ugly to him and everyone But she ended up being pregnant a year later she comes back hotter and better with her exes baby but when they see each things were left unsaid

It's two people standing in the exact same storm, feeling the exact same heavy silence, but choosing to stay behind their own glass walls. It's the art of caring so quietly that it almost feels like a secret-bittersweet, agonizingly close, yet frozen in place. I'm not sure about that you will definitely like or not but this a story which I wanted in real life but didn't got!!

compilation of unsaid thoughts

in which she tries to speak.

Midnight Drafts is a collection for the hours when the world is asleep and the heart is finally loud enough to be heard. These are the lines written in the blue light of a phone screen or by the flicker of a dying candle-the thoughts we are too brave to think during the day, and too tired to hide at night. This is the ink of the unspoken.