Rawemotions Stories

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

Moon never planned to watch the man she loved marry someone else. But there she is-standing in the back of the hall, unseen, uninvited, and still unable to walk away from him. Min Yoongi was her mentor. Her safe place. Her almost. He taught her music, discipline, survival... but he never taught her how to live without him. She came only to say goodbye. To let go. To finally leave his world and disappear into her own. But everything shatters when the bride runs away- and Yoongi turns to Moon with a truth he should have never spoken. "You said a mentor must be repaid. So repay me... and marry me." This isn't a love story. This is a debt of the heart. This is the moment Moon learns that some repayments destroy you... and some awaken the parts of you tried to kill.

I've always felt like an underwhelming man to the world around me. A quiet and calm person; an uninteresting one, easy to overlook. But inside my head, thoughts pile up, and they spill over in ways that can feel impossible to contain. Within these pages, I share the thoughts and moments that have shaped this strange balance.

The women in my family were never soft enough for life to spare them. They survived things they rarely spoke about. Pain they carried quietly. Love that hurt them. Responsibilities that forced them to grow too early. Moments that changed them forever. And somehow... they still kept going. My mother. My aunts. My grandmother. Even us girls growing into women now. Different personalities. Different lives. Different wounds. But connected by one thing: Survival. We are not a perfect family. We argue. Drift apart. Misunderstand each other. Carry silent pain in different ways. But when life happens... real life.. we still find our way back to one another somehow. Because in families like ours, the love never fully leaves.

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

What happens when everything ENDS... When Chaos turns into silence , when the people leave and all that remains is a story that never learned how to finish itself? They say...when you're brave enough to say goodbye, life rewards you with a new hello. But what if that "hello" comes wrapped in pain? This is not just a love story. Not exactly. It's a story of scars that learned how to feel, of a girl who was never meant to be soft- and a boy who was never meant to stay. who never planned on staying but couldn't make himself leave. From cruelty to connection, from silence to something dangerously real- this is where hate learns how to love... and love learns how to destroy. A story I designed for like years and years . This story has my whole heart served here ❤️

Neither of them were looking for a connection-they just wanted to stay sober. But somewhere between folding chairs and late-night confessions, Adam and Elise find each other. Slowly. Quietly. A closeness grows between them, soft as a bruise, real enough to be terrifying. Adam isn't used to this kind of quiet. Elise isn't used to being seen without being picked apart. But as their sobriety holds, so does the bond between them-something deeper than addiction, stronger than fear. They don't fall fast. They fall true. And that might be the scariest thing either of them has ever trusted.

Too much alive to be Dead Too much dead to be Alive

Five years ago, a single phone call shattered Maya's life. What began as an ordinary evening turned into a nightmare when her mother disappeared without a trace. Left with only questions, a struggling younger brother, and a bar she knew nothing about, she is forced to carry responsibilities she was never prepared for. As days turn into years, grief, loneliness, and buried family secrets slowly change her into someone she no longer recognizes. But beneath the pain remains one haunting question: What truly happened the night her mother never came home? A deeply emotional story about loss, survival, family, and learning how to live after life splits into before and after.

They want me dead, they want me to lose my head. But I won't stop-it's too late to turn back. I welcome the waves of my destruction with open arms. At least I tried to tell my story. At least you were there; you knew who I really was. At least my story lives on, told in verses torn from my core.

Some things aren't held by love or hate - just the echo of what used to be whole. This is for the moments after clarity, where right and wrong don't untangle what still lingers. Where memory lives loud, and the rules were never written to be followed.

Prologue "Some People Ghost You. Some People Haunt You." There was no eye contact across a crowded metro. No slow-motion scene in a bookstore. No spark over spilt coffee and shared glances. It started how most accidental Gen Z connections do - through a f***ed-up meme page at 2:13 AM. @shayaribeforebed. The post said: "Unsent messages hit harder than breakups." Rahul didn't overthink it. Just replied: "mood." A ping. "fr 🫠" from someone called @sidhixnotyours. He clicked. No blue tick. No aesthetic feed. Just blurry zines, a few story highlights titled 'rage', 'safe', and 'not anymore'. They weren't supposed to talk. But they did. And kept doing it. One night turned into playlists, 3AM voice notes, digital soul-baring, trauma-dumps disguised as 'just venting,' screenshots shared instead of feelings confessed. She said, "Don't catch feelings." He said, "Cool. I don't do that." That was the first lie. They never had a label. Just situationships, unsaid boundaries, close stories, and missed calls that felt too loaded to return. She was never his. But somehow... she's the only one he never moved on from. And now, after a year of read receipts turned ghost towns, Rahul's back. Not for closure. But for truth. Raw, late, selfish maybe - but still honest. This is my story. Or maybe... ours.

‎A collection of poems about the quiet magic of friendship and the complexity of relationships, about the moments we shared, the words we never said, and the feelings that stayed long after everything else changed. These poems live in the spaces between laughter and silence, closeness and distance, holding onto what it means to truly connect with another soul.

A quiet surrender to love-choosing truth over illusion and her happiness over your own comfort. Loving her enough to lose her-a bittersweet acceptance of love's hardest truth. A poem about the quiet agony of loving someone enough to let them be free.

Life doesn't hand out second chances. Trauma leaves marks, rage leaves scars, and family doesn't always save you. Amidst chaos, anger, and heartbreak, two boys must navigate a world that tests them at every turn. Between broken homes, friendships forged in fire, and the fragile threads of love and responsibility, can he survive himself-and the legacy of those who came before him? This is a story about anger, loyalty, and the fragile line between destruction and redemption. Raw, emotional, and unflinchingly human.

"This generation flirts, ghosts, and forgets-but I remember everything." When a man is truly in love, you don't have to ask twice. He notices everything, remembers the little details, and makes sure you never feel alone-even in silence. But when he's not in love, no matter how much you give, it's never enough. This one-shot is a raw and emotional reflection on love-the kind that's real, loud, and effortless... and the kind that pretends. A powerful journey through the eyes of someone who finally sees the truth: real love doesn't confuse, it clarifies. It doesn't ghost, it guards. A story for every woman who gave her all and for every man who knew what he lost only when it was too late. Because when love is real... you just know.

In Shadows and Echoes, life unfolds in shades of irony, love bleeds into loss, and struggle becomes a silent war within. This collection of short stories delves into the lives of characters trapped between hope and despair, desire and resignation, survival and self-destruction. Told with sharp sarcasm and a dark, unflinching gaze, each story is a mirror reflecting the contradictions of existence-how love can be both salvation and curse, how ambition can devour the soul, how the human heart clings to meaning even in the face of inevitable ruin. These are not tales of heroes, but of flawed, restless souls grappling with choices that haunt them, battles they cannot escape, and dreams that sometimes suffocate more than they liberate. With writing that cuts deep and lingers long after the last page, Shadows and Echoes is an exploration of the human condition in its rawest, most bittersweet form-where even the smallest decisions can shape a lifetime, and where every whisper of hope is shadowed by the weight of reality.

At 34, I experienced something I've never felt in my life. Something so vivid, so overwhelming, it shook me to my core and left me questioning reality. I was in the library when a 16-year-old started telling me a story-a story so heavy, so raw, so unimaginable, that it triggered a full-blown panic attack. My chest was pounding, my hair stood on end, and I felt as if my soul was about to lift out of my body. I had to stand up, shout, move, just to keep myself from collapsing. This wasn't just a story-it was prophecy. It was trauma. It was a glimpse into the life of a child carrying burdens no one should ever have to carry. He had been cutting himself for years. He was about to go into the military. He was only sixteen. The weight of what he shared hit me harder than anything I've ever witnessed. I screamed. I shouted. I told people to pay attention to these kids. I told them to move out of my sight. I told them I couldn't hear any more stories, couldn't bear it. The images, the intensity, the truth of what this boy had experienced-it was beyond the matrix of everyday life. It was spiritual, prophetic, and terrifying. I washed the blood he had shown over me in the name of Jesus, and even that moment was so overwhelming it still shakes me to think about it. This is my testimony. My unfiltered, raw, and vivid account of witnessing trauma, prophecy, and the fragility of youth. It's the story of what it's like to see the unimaginable, to be triggered in ways you can't explain, and to confront reality in its purest, most shocking form. It's the story of me, standing there, overwhelmed, frightened, but determined to tell the truth. This is the story of survival. Of faith. Of witnessing something no one should ever have to see-and realizing the world often doesn't pay attention.

She smokes lies like cigarettes and wears her trauma like war paint. They call her the freak, the cautionary tale, the girl who's already gone. But they don't know her. Not the way the dark does. This Is How I Burn is a raw, unflinching scream from the back of the classroom. It's for the girls who flinch when doors slam. The ones who sleep with one eye open. The ones who learned too early that love can hurt worse than fists. She's not looking to be saved. She just wants to feel real.