Poeticprose Stories

Fire and Frost || A Kim Taehyung FF || Previously known as Crimson Thrones She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to halt the carnage. A union between Princess Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, a ruthless king. Yet beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs. A curse born of love, betrayal, and death. As their hearts learn to bleed for one another, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them.

Ghosts of a Quiet Town What if the love of your life was the one you never confessed to? Years after college, Aurelia finds herself wandering the cobbled streets of a quiet European town-one filled with mist, memories, and the man she once tried to forget. Darian. They were best friends who never crossed the line. Who smoked secrets into the sky and spoke in silences only they understood. Back when she was with his friend. Back when they thought timing was their only enemy. But time passed. So did people. And now, fate brings them back to the same town, older but not over it. In the stillness of cafes and secondhand bookstores, in conversations that almost say too much, Ghosts of a Quiet Town explores the ache of the almost, the weight of unsaid words, and what happens when you meet the person who always felt like home-after you've both changed beyond recognition. A slow-burn second-chance love story. Soft. Poetic. Romantic. Self-healing. New chapters every day.

Life is like a slam book. We open ourselves to others, inviting them to leave their mark. Their words - scribbles on our pages - reveal their thoughts and feelings. We can't control what they write; we can only read, turn the page, and move forward. Each entry becomes a testament to our shared experiences. We cherish them, learn from them, and grow through these interactions. And so, this book - Remain Unsaid... - holds the unspoken feelings I've gathered from the people who filled those pages, alongside my own moments of quiet futility. Feelings of love, betrayal, and blessings - too profound to express to the ones who wrote them - find their way here instead, poured into words that mirror my soul. To those who have walked similar paths, who have felt the depths of love, loss, futility, and longing - may these words validate your emotions, comfort you in silence, and remind you of your strength. - A'nonymous

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

He was accused of rape and forced to marry a disabled English heiress. In 1948, the world is a map of fresh scars. In Nigeria, Chiedozie is the "bridge"-the chosen son of an ambitious family, sent across the Atlantic to master the white man's machines and bring the future home. But England is not the motherly embrace promised in colonial textbooks. It is a land of rationing, bone-chilling fog, and a "color bar" that feels like an invisible noose. Working as a laborer on the decaying Whittemore estate to fund his engineering degree, Edozie navigates a world where his accent is a curiosity and his skin is a threat. His life is a meticulous equation of survival-until Genevieve, the Magistrate's daughter, weaponizes a lie that shatters his world. Accused of a crime he did not commit, Edozie is faced with a choice that tastes of ash: the gallows and a ruined legacy, or a marriage of convenience to Elara Whittemore, the master's daughter. Elara is a prisoner of her own body and her father's greed. To the world, she is a "broken" heiress; to her father, she is a locked vault to an inheritance. To save himself, Edozie must become her guardian. To save herself, Elara must trust a man the world has told her to fear. In a house built of mahogany and secrets, two outcasts must find a way to live within a cage of silk and stone. But as the British Empire begins to crumble, they realize that the most dangerous thing in 1948 England isn't the law-it's the heart. AUTHOR'S NOTE "I wanted to write a story that felt like a lost classic-where the prose is as heavy as the Essex mud and as sharp as a Lagos sun. This is for the dreamers who found themselves in a world that wasn't built for them. Expect chapters that breathe, settings that bleed, and a romance that earns every single spark."

Avery is packing up his locker for his last week in highschool, when he finds an old laptop with minecraft already installed. ...Strange is the night where black stars rise and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is in Lost Carcosa... After some strange occurrences in his world he can only chalk up to the previous owner of the laptop, he settles in for the night, only to be met with a message. UNKNOWN NUMBER hello avery i've found you

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession. No placement, but this tale has gotten a 95/100 in the Triquetra Awards Short Story category!

Elliott and Erynel met at a friend's cafe years after they parted ways. With this fated encounter transpiring, will any of them still have residual feelings for each other? Or will they be able to just move past each other like nothing had happened to them in the past. Sequel to "She's Thunderstorms".

ME - The Beast in Me is a psychological myth set in the suspended city of Superbia, where the Ego becomes a god, the mind a labyrinth, and identity a mask you can't take off. If you enjoy books like Percy Jackson but want a darker, more adult myth, this novel transforms classical hero trials into inner battles. Instead of Greek gods, Superbia's Pantheon rules the psyche: Narcisa Covert - the Shadow Goddess, mother of personality disorders. Overer - the Lord of Excess and Perfection. Sixteen semi-divine archetypes shape the soul's journey. The book unfolds in Thirty Acts: ten Admirations, ten Martyrs, ten Excesses - a descent into the self where the Beast is never outside you, but within. If you're searching for Percy Jackson-like mythology for adults, this novel turns divine trials into psychological truth. The Beast doesn't come from outside. It comes from you.

Marcy pauses beneath a violet sky, lifts a flower into the light, and burns it in her hand. A quiet scene about memory, survival, and the kind of person who destroys herself beautifully so others can live in peace.

What the Wind Remembers is a collection of poems that carry the weight of longing, the echoes of love lost and found, and the quiet ache of memories the wind refuses to let go. Each verse lingers like a whispered secret, unfolding stories of devotion, distance, and the unspoken words that linger between souls.

These writings come from somewhere real. Whether memory, emotion, or something I've never admitted out loud. Some of these moments happened, some were only felt, and some are truths I'm still trying to understand. I won't tell you which is which. I just write what lingers, what pulls, what refuses to leave me alone.

Not a story. Not a beginning or an ending. Just fragments. Of conversations, of thoughts, of things that were felt but never fully said. You're not meant to understand everything. Only to recognize something. Something that was already there, before you knew how to name it.

A collection of my short writings and poems about love and life.

"I Burned the Future to Warm My Hands" The Mourning of Medea, in Her Own Words

Seventeen-year-old Levi has lost everything that made sense - his best friend, his first love, and the version of himself he used to believe in. With grief pressing in from every angle and a home that no longer feels safe, he's barely holding on. Then comes therapy. Elowen Thorne is only a year older, just graduated, and way too perceptive for Levi's liking. But her quiet strength and unexpected kindness begin to chip away at the walls he's spent years building. As Levi navigates toxic memories, fractured family ties, and the echoes of love that hurt more than it healed, he finds himself drawn to the one person he shouldn't want - the one who might just understand his broken pieces. A story of loss, healing, and the kind of love that doesn't save you - but helps you learn to save yourself.

Eira's quiet world is shaken when she starts getting mysterious notes from Kabir - a boy with secrets of his own. Beneath the silence lies a missing girl, hidden dangers, and truths that refuse to stay buried. Will Eira find the courage to break the silence before it's too late?

How many deaths must a soul endure before it becomes whole? A Life by a Thousand Death is a confession made out loud. Not to be forgiven. Not to be saved. To be witnessed. It moves the way memory moves when it is honest, recursive, unfinished, and allergic to clean timelines. What I call the past is not behind me. It is in my throat. It is in my sleep. It is in the way my body prepares for loss before anything has happened. I was called a miracle before I was old enough to understand what that word demands. Later, I was treated like a burden, as if the miracle had expired and only the cost remained. My family did not pass down stories. It passed down rules. Some were spoken. Most were enforced through silence. A person learns quickly what cannot be named without consequences. A person learns to live with gaps, and to call them normal. Each chapter is a record of what had to be cut away to keep going. A belief. A name. A future. Sometimes innocence. Sometimes tenderness. Sometimes it's the simple ability to ask for what I needed without feeling guilty for having needs at all. These are deaths of the soul. Some are quiet enough to hide inside a regular day. Some are loud enough to rearrange the whole house. If you are looking for redemption, you will not find it here. This is not a story about healing. It is a ritual for the in-between. For the ones who kept living when living stopped feeling holy. For the ones who learned that survival is not always a victory, sometimes it is just a continuation. What survives is not hope. Not the kind people sell. What survives is the body still moving. Jaw locked. Lungs dragging air. Steps taken without consent. A life carried forward on discipline, stubbornness, and the strange refusal to disappear. Unholy. Unforgiven. Alive.

[Completed] Some stories aren't meant to be told as they were- only as they were felt. After years away, Lyra returns to a countryside she once called home. The garden is wilder. The air feels different. And somewhere between silence and memory, something in her begins to shift. Through unfinished sketches, quiet moments, and the people who never forgot her, Lyra slowly finds her way back- not just to art, but to herself. Because some parts of us never leave. They wait, softly, until we're ready to return.

"You don't deserve someone who deceives you for the mere excuse of solace." Celeste Winslow has spent a lifetime writing letters to the man she once loved-Theodore Montgomery. She wrote until her hands grew frail, her handwriting unsteady, and an unwavering belief that he would write back. But the letters remain unanswered, each one holding the weight of a love built on devotion and shattered by betrayal. Then, a forgotten photograph in her quiet English home forces Celeste to question everything she remembers. And when she finally uncovers the truth, her world crumbles. A woman frozen in time pens her last letter, a farewell to the past. Until a reply arrives. And suddenly, the past isn't so distant after all.