Thinking Stories

I don't always talk about what I feel. So I write it instead. These are things I never said out loud, like sand in my pockets - a quiet weight I carry, almost invisible, small, but still there.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

What if almost everything people call "smart" is wrong? What if intelligence is not wisdom? What if wisdom is not goodness? And what if the people who speak with the most confidence are usually the ones who understand the least? This is not a novel. This is a short, dark philosophical book about intelligence, certainty, overconfidence, truth, and the dangerous side of seeing life too clearly. Some truths do not free you. They ruin the simple version of life you used to survive inside. If you've ever questioned people, beliefs, confidence, "deep" internet culture, or the way humans throw around words like smart, wise, and genius without understanding them, this book is for you. This is not here to motivate you. It is here to make you think twice before calling anyone wise. Including yourself. Written by JJ

[Simply my thoughts that I wrote down, needing to share them with the world, but I will hope that someone will find them beautiful and relate to them as much as I do.]

A few philosophical essays I have written. Mostly about the meaning of life/morals, and stuff like that (just whatever I feel like writing, really). I won't update very often because I'm busy with other stuff, but I'm trying to read more books, so hopefully I will get more ideas/inspiration, and anyway, quality over quantity. Feel free to write your opinions in the comments! Keep in mind I'm only 15, so the grammar/pacing can feel off. Also, because most of this I wrote at like 2 am, and I hate reading over my work and editing it🥹 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Just some poems about life, myself, or whatever pops into my head. I don't even know if these count as poems but poems is the closest thing to define them I think.

Tw: (possible) heavy topics? I intend for others not to see what I wrote as something I wrote but what they get from it and how they Interpret each so called poem or story. Some are sad, others are more so stories.(Some may be upsetting so, please do not read if you think it may be upsetting in anyway.) Anyways, enjoy! If you have any questions about them or any comments feel free to message me privately. Im here if you need me! Also, Image used in the cover photo isn't mine, credit goes to SC ➰ on twitter Edit* all the works that are written here are my own unless specifically stated otherwise with the authors permission ofc.*

this is literally just gonna be me yapping about the most random stuff and my obsessions, idk why anyone would want to read this but ur welcome too I just need a place to free my thoughts don't expect good grammar becuz it doesnt exist here.

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

Thoughts from the throne Random Off the dome Candle strong Raw and emotional personal core capturing a mood, a situation, or a message. Thanks for reading. Before leaving please leave some comments. However you feel.

An ode to those accused of having both a left and right brain. Scattered thoughts and chapters, written backwards in my brain, and forwards in my foreword. The mind of someone struggling to create her own philosophy. An expression of how to process different things. Deriving meanings from nameless situations that drive me to overthink. It's a way to open your mind towards the positives of overthinking, and not overdoing.

You're reading this right now. It feels real. Obvious. Certain. But what if that feeling is the only thing holding everything together? You trust your memories. You trust your thoughts. You trust what you see. But you've never actually proved any of it. This book doesn't try to prove anything. It does something worse. It asks questions you can't fully answer. About reality. About memory. About time. About you. What if your life didn't build up to this moment? What if it only feels like it did? Reality might not be what you think. Time might not work the way you feel it does. And the "you" reading this might not be as stable as you believe. This isn't a horror story. But it will stay with you like one. Because once you see it, you can't unsee it. This isn't a story. It's a slow breakdown of everything you thought you understood. Read it if you want answers. Keep reading if you're okay losing them.

Just a thougt I had just now

this book is about the everyday battles of life...and me conquering them....using this as a sorta diary..stories ..poems i don't know..whatever is on my mind in the moment :0 (started: 2020)

Maddie Ramone was leading a relatively boring life, until the day her sister, Angelica, takes her own life. Forced into a world of sadness and confusion, Maddie tries to continue her life as though her sister's suicide never happened. But just as things are dieing down, Maddie finds the answers to all of her questions of "why?" In fact, she finds out more than she ever thought possible about Angelica. However, with this knowledge comes something else: an unbelievable desire for revenge.

A shorter thinking spree written in english. Egy angolul írott rövidebb gondolat menet .

Short story about Harley Quinn after leaving Joker. (Maybe in Brids of Prey) She is thinking about the question: Was it right to leave?

Will there be unknown? Each night like the last impossible to tell. A journey like many others, yet so different. Will there be unknown tonight? Or will there be warmth.. or certainty? A story about the mystery of tomorrow, behind the eyes of one as observant as you and I, yet misunderstood. A Leroy Story