Poetic Stories

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

A collection of unique, self-written poems exploring the free-falling wonder of falling and being in love.

Book 1 in "Daughters of Eve" trilogy For twenty-one years, Adeline lived by someone else's rules. As the daughter of a respected preacher, she learned that obedience was holiness, silence was virtue, and love was something to be earned. Leaving meant abandoning the only life she'd ever known, with no destination, no plan, and nowhere to call home. Then she meets a stranger. He offers her a ride, a seat beside him on an endless stretch of highway, and a life unlike anything she's ever imagined. Together they chase forgotten towns, sleepless nights, cheap motels, roadside diners, and the kind of freedom Adeline never knew existed. With every mile, she begins to discover who she is beyond the fear she left behind. But the road has a way of changing people. Sometimes, the kindest stranger is the one who changes your life forever.

"The day Roohi's mother returns, I'll divorce you." He said it on their wedding day. She smiled and signed the papers. What neither of them knew was that the woman they were both waiting for... would never return. Between endless banters, accidental moments of intimacy, a little girl who unknowingly held broken hearts together, and secrets left behind by someone they both loved... They were about to discover that the hardest person to fall in love with... ...was the one they were never supposed to lose. A slow-burn romance filled with laughter, heartbreak, healing, family, mystery, and enough tension to make you scream at your screen.

The church was empty. But he wasn't. Some sins feel like home. Some loves feel like prayer. One word from her broke him. One touch from him damned her. In the sacristy, between rosaries and lust, they built a heaven the world calls sin. He calls it blasphemy. She calls it love. This is the story of a priest who forgot how to pray, and the woman who taught him how to burn. In her name. Lord, forgive me not.

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

What's left after the wave crushes? These poems were rescued by the shore.

Love changes people. Akira Koji doesn't believe that. A cynical philosophy professor haunted by his past, Akira spends his nights smoking by a quiet riverside-until he meets Sakura Ai, a woman desperately waiting for a man who will never love her back. As their friendship deepens, Sakura begins questioning the life she built around a one-sided love, while Akira finds himself dragged back into memories of the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Caught between the ghosts of the past and the possibility of moving forward, both must face a painful truth: Sometimes love doesn't save us. Sometimes it only reveals the parts of ourselves that were already broken. A haunting philosophical romance about heartbreak, loneliness, and the courage to choose yourself, in the era of Taisho.

Sawadeee!! Ni hao!! Annyeonghaseyo!! Hello!! This book is about random poems about life, or relationship that maybe you guys can relate too. DISCLAIMER: - This book is a free verse, it doesn't have a fixed rhyme scheme. - Don't forget to drop your insights about it!! - If you want to share it or copy it, pls make sure too put some credits on it. THANK YOU AND ENJOY READING!!

A collection of poems that I have created. Ramblings of the heart. Torment. Painful goodbyes. Heartbreaks. Or simply night musings. Celebration of life, love and death or anything in between. Added chapter banners: 14 July 2026 Copyright © 2020 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

Ink Over Silence is a collection of everything I couldn't say out loud. The thoughts I swallowed. The emotions I hid. The version of me no one noticed breaking. Between pressure and identity, silence and emotion, breaking and becoming-these pages hold what words couldn't carry in speech. Because sometimes, silence is louder than words- and ink becomes the only way to survive it. And somewhere in the quiet, when everything feels too heavy to hold alone, there is grace.

This is a "story" about an open relationship trans man getting intangled with an trans-ignorant cis guy at his job

ඒ අළු පාට දෑස්වල හිමිකාරයා වෙත.....

The world runs on a lie of stability. For generations, the Guardians have scrubbed the records, smoothed the contradictions, and redirected the curious to ensure humanity never looks down. They believe that as long as the system remains internally consistent, the truth doesn't matter. But a single discrepancy has slipped through their filters-a thought that refuses to resolve, a pattern that matches the dying of the stars. As the pressure beneath reality begins to resonate with the cooling heavens, the boundary between containment and contact is thinning. The truth isn't coming for the world; it has always been here, waiting for someone to finally notice.

Anatha: The Unfinished Symphony Some people enter your life like a storm, not to destroy you, but to teach your soul a new rhythm. In the rain-soaked cities of Andhra Pradesh, a quiet violinist chasing impossible dreams meets a dancer who carries fire in her footsteps. Aravind and Siri are artists trying to survive in a world that values stability over passion. What begins as an unexpected connection through music and movement slowly becomes something deeper-something that feels endless. But love is not always defeated by betrayal. Sometimes, it is undone by timing, family, responsibilities, and the unbearable weight of growing up. As dreams collide with duty, they are forced to choose between the people they love and the lives they once imagined together. Years later, when fate quietly places them back in each other's orbit, one question remains: Can a love story still be beautiful, even if it never truly stays? A bittersweet tale of art, ambition, heartbreak, healing, and the kind of love that never fully leaves only changes its shape. Not every unfinished story is incomplete. Some simply continue in silence.

hey it me : the gorgeous, in-demand, and soon-to-be king is a lot of work. Mostly it's boring-politics, treaties, odering people around but when i got to know their is a witch in capital I was thrilled. Finally, some action! I expected something crazy , not an unconscious girl in a dusty purple dress. Everyone was screaming "Kill her!" but when i stepped in i got chills down my spine. Now I'm stuck with a mysterious women, a showoff girl with wizard licence, a man who just don't speak up ( i really don''t know how deal with introverts). comeon guys lets go on an adventure. it is a slow burn with every chapter u will find your heart smilling crying

just short poems i wrote for fun! TWs will be in chapters

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

A story about loving someone who was only trying. About holding onto a ghost. About realizing everything you believed in was never real.

Every night, a barn owl returns to the same forgotten forest. Every night, a raven is waiting. They never speak. They don't need to. As the seasons pass, the distance between them grows smaller-one branch, one feather, one moon at a time. Beneath ancient trees and silver skies, their story unfolds through nature, silence, and quiet magic