Introspective Stories

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

"I'll go anywhere as long as there's a slope." The photo studio is located on the largest island in Japan's Seto Inland Sea. "Masui Traveling Photo Studio" is a small studio run by Shinya Masui, a photographer who uses a wheelchair. Because he can't take physically demanding shots, Shinya puts his whole heart into capturing the true beauty of his subjects. Nothing much happens, but something is definitely unfolding in Shinya's daily life. It's gentle and brings back a nostalgic feeling. If you like, why not take a peek into his world and share those moments with him? This is the English translation of "増井出張写真館～あなたの幸せ、切り撮ります." You can read the original Japanese version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397066248-%E5%A2%97%E4%BA%95%E5%87%BA%E5%BC%B5%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F%E9%A4%A8%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%82%E3%81%AA%E3%81%9F%E3%81%AE%E5%B9%B8%E3%81%9B%E3%80%81%E5%88%87%E3%82%8A%E6%92%AE%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%EF%BD%9E

The sky is never seen the same way again. A colossal alien presence settles over Earth - not as an invasion, but as a permanence. From a New York rooftop, one man watches the world unravel as truth fractures, power rewrites reality, and humanity slowly learns what it means to live beneath something that will never leave. This is not about the end of the world. It's about what's left when it doesn't. Our Ordinary First Contact is an original short story written by J. R. McGee III

Midoriya Izuku has always followed his childhood friend Kacchan everywhere and in everything. He chased after that back as if touching it was his only reason for living. Bakugō Katsuki had always known about Deku's obsession with him, and felt a secret comfort in it. He would always be there, behind him, as if it were a silent promise between them. But promises are often broken, and Katsuki has to learn this the hard way. Suddenly, war breaks out and Deku disappears. Into thin air, who knows where, with a stupid farewell letter. Katsuki looks for him behind him as they did when they were children, in front of him, far away from him, running at full speed and shouting his name. But Deku is gone, everywhere he turns. And everything, inside him, begins to fall apart. Or in which, we retrace Katsuki's point of view when Izuku leaves Yuuei. ─────.•*:｡☂｡:*•.───── [ ☂ ] Songfic set to the tune of "Due altalene [Two Swings]" by Mr. Rain, on the BakuDeku/DekuBaku ship from Boku no Hero Academia [ ☂ ] AU: original, 6th season of the anime (no manga spoilers). Introspective, angst, happy ending [ ☂ ] The right to the arts belong to the artists indicated. The rights to the characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi, those to the plot to me. Don't steal or copy! (I see you) ─────.•*:｡☂｡:*•.───── Publication: 09/08 - 06/15/24 Chapters: 2 (300 words) + 8 (3-5000 words). Reading time: 5 h Rankings: 1st #songfic, 4th #dekubaku, 10th #myheroacademia Cover art: @/unknown

"I didn't want this to burn out too fast. I wanted it to last, slow and steady, a burning ember that glowed for eternity." She's breaking under expectations. He's suffocating under love. Valeriana has spent her whole life performing as the perfect daughter while quietly falling apart under the weight of never being enough. Darius grew up in warmth and freedom, only to find that too much love can also be a cage. At Ceridian University, Valeriana just wants to survive another semester. Darius just wants to do his job and keep his heart out of it. But when their paths cross; the tutor sessions, quiet teasing, dinners, and moments that weren't supposed to matter turns into something neither expected. A bond built on shared exhaustion and unspoken care. They teach each other how to breathe again. How to laugh when the world feels too heavy. How to love without needing to be perfect. But as their connection deepens, so does the fear of losing control, of being too much, of not being enough. Because love, for them, isn't a rescue. It's a slow unravelling. A choice to stay when it would be easier to run. "The Way We Mend" is a tender, slow-burn romance about burnout, healing, and the quiet courage of being seen and loved as you are. {This is an original work written by me. I only upload this on Wattpad.} [Updates: 3 times a week] Illustrations page for the webnovel: https://www.instagram.com/hemlosa.my

Inside her mind is a room without doors. A place where silence speaks, shadows listen, and imagination refuses to stay small. Imaginations of a Deep Thinker is a journey through the layered universe of a girl who thinks too deeply, feels too intensely, and lives too loudly inside her own head. Here, thoughts become poetry, pain becomes confession, and reality bends into stories that taste like dreams and nightmares woven together. This book is not just a collection of writing- it is an autopsy of emotion, a map of inner worlds, and a quiet exploration of the parts of us we hide from everyone else. If you've ever: - overthought your own heartbeat, - felt too much, too fast, - lived more in your mind than in the world, - or carried pain like a second skin... Then this is your sanctuary. Step inside her mind. But take a deep breath first the truth here is heavy, and the imagination is endless.

In a world painted with both light and shadow, a love that starts with insults and quiet pain evolves into something consuming, tender, and dangerous. From stolen moments in blooming rose fields to whispers of devotion in the still of the night, two hearts navigate trust, vulnerability, and the scars of past trauma. But when fate twists cruelly, their bond is tested like never before. Loyalties will be questioned, courage will be demanded, and the line between love and obsession will blur. Because some hearts are worth fighting the entire world for... even if it means risking everything.

💫 PRÉFACE Certaines histoires ne s'écrivent pas, elles se vivent en silence, entre les regards, les larmes retenues et les sourires forcés. Échos d'une âme silencieuse est née pour donner une voix à ces silences, pour libérer et apaiser, et partager ce que mon cœur a gardé trop longtemps. Ce livre est un miroir - pour moi, et pour tous ceux qui ont connu la douleur, le doute ou la peur de parler. Derrière chaque silence, il y a une histoire. Derrière chaque épreuve, une force. Je ne prétends pas avoir toutes les réponses, mais j'ai trouvé la paix dans mes souvenirs, mes renaissances et mes espoirs. Si mes mots résonnent en toi, alors ce livre aura accompli sa mission. 🖋️ Anaïs Ekb Créatrice & Imaginatrice Romancière

A young huntress carves out her pointless existence alone in the woods. A young pilgrim walks the path a god once took, in search of purpose. A fading legend clings to old duties, his image as tarnished as his body, trying to stave off something dark. Something hungry. Sadia, a troubled young woman, has lived in isolation for years, convinced fate had forgotten her. But fate hasn't-and it isn't long before her past comes clawing back. The dead don't stay buried. Not while he is watching. Crimson Dawn, sheltered and devout, journeys out to prove his worth as an acolyte of Saron-unaware that something ancient and awful still follows him. Duras, once a hero of the legendary Eight, wants nothing more than to fade into peace and silence. But when he accepts one last job, he's pulled back into a world that still remembers him-only to find that something inside him is unraveling. Starving. The path is long. The trial await. An old shadow clings to the past with decrepit fingers. One question remains. Who will walk away at the end of it all?

(My First Poetry Collection) ​This book is a deep archive of everything I couldn't say. ​When our relationship ended, I was left intensely lost and completely unmoored. Alone in the quiet of my room, writing became my only way to survive the silence and the pain of your absence. This collection, my very first, is a chronological record-a map-of our entire story. ​I poured every high, every devastating mistake, and the rush of my true love for you into these verses. They are the unfiltered record of my deepest feelings and emotions, tracing the journey from self-destruction and anxiety back to the realization that my singular devotion will never fade. ​The Captive Map is a testament to the fact that even when the relationship is over, the story is not. It is my way of proving that the true love I found with you remains the only destination I seek.

Shamanic Singularity: Black Hole Meditations is both a map and a mystery. On one hand, it offers a rhythm of practice - meditations, archetypal encounters, and the seven-day cycle - to help you integrate the unprocessed self. On the other, it speaks in the language of abyss and light, where the black hole is not a god but a container, not a symbol to worship but a mirror of your own depth. Here you learn that your presence carries gravity, shaping the field around you, and that to embody the singularity is to accept shadow, transformation, and rebirth as one endless rhythm. There is no mastery here, only continual return. To enter the singularity is to find you have always been its center - the paradox of dissolving into what you already are.

At 2 A.M., the truth confronted me. At 3 A.M., I confronted myself. 3 A.M. Realisation is the quiet moment after the storm - when the tears have dried, the demons have retreated, and the room feels painfully honest. It's where conviction turns into clarity, and clarity turns into healing. These are the thoughts that wake you before dawn: the prayers you were too tired to finish, the habits you thought you hid from God, the forgiveness you didn't know you needed, the peace you didn't think you deserved. Set in the familiar streets and spiritual rhythms of Nigeria, this book is a reflective, emotional, faith-centred journey - the softer, wiser sequel to The 2 A.M. Confessions. When the night is quiet and the world is sleeping, Heaven still speaks. At 3 A.M., you finally hear it.

In After the Bite, society has already collapsed. What remains is a fractured world where every day tests who survives, who changes, and who doesn't make it. Humanity has been stripped to its core, leaving a landscape where trust is scarce, silence is dangerous, and every decision carries a cost. It's not about saving the world or fighting zombies...it's about how people transform, adapt, and convince themselves that their new reality is normal.

Curses in Cursive 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘜𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴. These aren't just poems-prophecies if you will, spilled like secrets from a girl who was supposed to stay quiet. Each verse is a paper cut, each tale a warning. Don't mistake the softness for sweetness. This is where crowns fall, kings die, and the truth sounds prettier when whispered in cursive. Read if you dare. Cry if you must.

​This is a ⚡️ Q&A ⚡️BOOK IN WHAT ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR ?, I Open The Floor To Myself and You All to find the answers that ley deeply in our souls. The Questions We Should Ask Ourselves ​Its true importance lies in presenting a set of fundamental questions-the ones that each of us should give ourselves the time to ask, honestly and often. JOIN ME.😁 LET'S SEE THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOULS.

I surrender pieces of myself to your presence, willingly and entirely, letting my walls crumble like sandcastles at the tide's edge. I am entirely here, entirely yours, a soul peeled bare yet radiant, a vessel of all I am, all I feel, all I dare to share.

Follow the journey of two friends whose lives are forever changed after a cosmic event unleashes the forces of both the dead and the divine upon their world. Too young to abandon everything, yet too old to truly hold on, they strive to walk a path in between. Under the watch of the ambiguous guide, Kira, they seek to uncover the secrets of the universe, existence, and the true meaning of life. Join this philosophical adventure to enjoy meaningful writing and thoughtful world building!

In the far future, humans have left Earth behind in search of a new home after climate change, war, and destruction have left it uninhabitable. Believing that Earth can one day be restored to its original beauty, the ones that abandoned their natural bodies to help the planet's restoration were called remainers. For hundreds of years, the remainers spent their time slowly helping the Earth return to their former glory. In this land where humans have not walked for centuries, two remainers discover a young boy in cryosleep deep beneath the Earth. How will this child, alone in a world with no other humans, come to live on this strange planet?

(✿◠ᴗ◠) : in a small town, summer lingers in quiet fragments - the hum of cicadas, the scent of wet pavement after rain, the gentle sway of a wind chime at your open window. you never meant to keep a record of him. the old camcorder was supposed to be for someone else, just proof of passing days. but then he looked up. and suddenly, every tape carried more than you planned. he laughs too loud, moves too fast, says things before he can stop himself. still, there are moments - under the awning, by the vending machines, beneath the lanterns - where silence says more than either of you know how to. what do you keep when memory is slippery? what do you show, and what do you hold back for yourself? sometimes the most important parts are the ones you never press play on.

Noah didn't plan on catching feelings for a stranger she met outside a club -- the one with the soft eyes, easy smile, and terrible timing. Pedro didn't plan on losing her number to a washing machine disaster that still haunts him months later. They had four perfect days in Los Angeles. Then nothing. Not a text, not a call -- just two people convinced the other walked away. Until one twist of fate puts them on the same shoreline again, miles from where they started, still carrying the same spark... and all the questions they never got to ask. ── ⊹ ࣪ ˖♡˖ ࣪ ⊹ ── Hey guys! I'm almost done with this one, so I'll start posting more chapters soon. What do you think so far? Anything marked with a ♡ will have smut. I'll post an alternative chapter that doesn't include it if you'd prefer that instead! There won't be much but just in case :)