Poetic Stories

I am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.

A love story built on silent care and loud misunderstandings . where she hides her feelings behind stubborn pride, and he loves her in ways she doesn't always notice. Between playful fights, unspoken emotions, and moments that change everything, Maya and Ayaan must learn that sometimes love isn't about grand confessions... it's about realizing what you almost lost. Ayaan X Maya Grumpy X sunshine He fell first and harder

မတော်မဆ တစိမ်းတွေ ပြန် ဖြစ်သွားခဲ့ကြမယ် ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော်က ကိုကို့ ကို အရမ်း ချစ်ခဲ့ပါတယ် ဆက်ပြီးတော့လည်း ချစ်နေအုန်းမှာပါဆို‌တာလေးတော့ ယုံစေချင်တယ်။ ကျွန်တော်ကြောင့် ဒါမှမဟုတ် ကံကြမ္မာကြောင့် ဝေးခဲ့ကြမယ်ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော် မသေမချင်း ကိုကို့ကို လိုက်‌ရှာနေမှာပါ။

"He was her anchor. She was his starling. But some shadows are too long to outrun." In the village of Silver Flow, Aruna "Runa" Haelen is the Weaver of Midnight-a girl of starlight and silk . For eighteen years, her world has revolved around Jayce Creston, the "Guardian of the Peaks" and the boy next door who promised to be her dragon . But a ten-year age gap is a lifetime when you are waiting to grow up. Just as their childhood bond shifts into a fierce, newfound love, the "cold wind" of the past returns in the form of Jocelyn Ann Sterling. Will the sapphire and the dragon survive the winter of another's return, or will Runa have to find the courage to cross the Great Seas and finally choose herself?

Pages flip open Dear diary In a world where height is power, the tallest must marry royalty-or be erased from existence. At just 14, the Nameless Giant faces Rule 593, the forbidden law that can turn life into a prison of golden chains-or vanish him from memory forever. Banished souls roam in the shadows, wars rage across kingdoms, and fate itself dictates every choice. As darkness and light collide, one boy must survive a world that doesn't want him, uncover the secrets of his past, and confront a future where even his answer may not be his own. In Rule 593, power is deadly, freedom is an illusion, and every inch matters. Diary closed... Closing my fate... -In two day-

h Every day at 4:30, Joy dances alone. No choreography. No audience. Just surrender. When Tyler begins watching, he realizes her dance isn't just movement - it's something spiritual, something meaningful, something real. A quiet story about faith, connection, and dancing from the heart.

​Zarya aur Rehan. Do alag duniyaan, lekin ek hi qismat. Teen saal ka lamba intezar aur dheron ansuljhe sawal. ​Rehan ne mohabbat ko rutbe aur aukat se tola, jabke Zarya ne apna sab kuch daao par laga diya. Aaj jab wo dobara samne khade hain, toh darmiyan mein nafrat ki unchi deewar hai aur mazi ke gehre zakham. ​Kya mohabbat waqayi har nafrat ko fatah kar leti hai? Ya kuch zakham kabhi nahi bharte? ​ "BECAUSE IT'S LOVE" Ek aisi kahani jo aapko rone, hansne aur mohabbat par dobara yakeen karne par majboor kar degi. ✨ [COMPLETED NOVEL] ✨ Draft Completed - Regular Updates! Written in simple Hindi-Urdu (Roman) A long, slow-burn journey of love, emotions and destiny - where every moment unfolds deeply.

No one sits in the last bench of Class 11-B. They say a boy died there years ago. They say the seat remembers. Then a boy transfers in and chooses it. he is easy to forget. Teachers stumble over his name. Classmates remember his voice but not his face. he casts no shadow, and mirrors seem to know him better than people do. He watches from the place he died-bound to the classroom, unseen by the world, certain he is only a ghost. Until he hears him. Until he looks at him through glass and reflections and stays. As quiet conversations grow into something dangerous, the line between living and dead begins to blur. Because he isn't fully alive. And he isn't ready to let go. Some loves are never meant to be remembered. Some seats are never meant to be taken. And sometimes, loving someone means choosing to disappear. forgotten names, mirrored truths, and a love that exists where shadows should be. Rankings 1st in tomorrow on 01/03/2026 1st in txtfic on 21/03/2026 2nd in txtfic on 24/03/2026

A powerful story for young readers about memory, identity, and the courage to speak for those who were silenced. When 10-year-old Nora visits a slavery memorial exhibition, she discovers an old registry listing human beings as mere numbers. Haunted by entry #47-a girl her own age-Nora decides to give her back what history stole: a name, a voice, a story. ✨ A poetic and moving tale about the power of words to heal across centuries. 🦋 Perfect for family reading and classroom discussions. ⚠️ Themes: slavery history, identity, courage, remembrance, hope 📚 Ages 8-12 | 7 Illustrated Chapters #NeverForget #StoriesThatMatter #BlackHistory #ChildrensBook

One year. Three hundred sixty-five haiku. Each one is a receipt for surviving when the system intended you to go. Read it. Before they invoice the air.

This is the tale of how Telikos, once a bustling, beautiful city, was turned into but a small, unnaturally-shaped town whose residents, if they had not already died, were those condemned to the galleys.

I like to write my feelings, and I hope you like the things I write. If you don't, that's fine.

She is king, he is a warrior and a natural in power. She goes to hell. He goes to heaven. She is destined to be burned at the stake, he is destined for greatness and glory, only for it to break into madness and heartache. She has a heart of stone, he has a silent dream of finding love, and fate is said to have a way around the most unexpected events... *This is a story of battle, mild/moderate mentions of blood and violence are to be expected. Read at your own discretion. For the complete experience of this world I created, kindly search for the playlist named 'Angelia' On Spotify. Happy reading!

*Story Description* Some love stories are loud. This one is written in pauses. *Ira Malhotra* has spent her life believing that emotions are safest when kept hidden. She prefers routines, quiet corners, and the comfort of not being noticed. Love, to her, is something fragile-too easy to lose, too dangerous to hope for. *Aarav Khanna* is different. He believes in unfinished stories, in conversations that begin with nothing important and somehow become everything. He smiles easily, waits patiently, and feels deeply, even when he pretends not to. They meet on an ordinary evening at a bus stop, under relentless rain. No dramatic sparks. No instant promises. Just two strangers sharing silence-and a moment that quietly changes the direction of their lives. What follows is not a straight path to love, but a slow unraveling of it. Between college corridors, library shelves, shared umbrellas, and words written but never spoken, Ira and Aarav circle each other carefully. Fear, timing, misunderstandings, and the opinions of the world stand between them. They almost confess. Almost kiss. Almost walk away. Again and again. This is a story about almosts. About the kind of love that grows slowly, survives distance, and demands courage. About choosing someone not once, but repeatedly-especially when it's difficult. About learning that love is not just a feeling, but a decision made in small, quiet moments. *When the Rain Learned Our Names* is a soft, emotional, slow-burn romance that explores vulnerability, patience, and the beauty of two people finding their way to each other-not despite their fears, but through them. If you believe in love that doesn't rush... If you've ever loved in silence... If rain feels like memory to you- This story is waiting...

Of Crowns and Consequences The wedding night of Crown Prince Di Lan and the rebellious beauty Ju Ri turns into a nightmare... or perhaps, the ultimate 'dramatic twist'? Ju Ri believes she has escaped the suffocating hell of the Joseon palace to embrace freedom in the year 2026 a world of magical handheld devices, daring fashion, and a father miraculously returned to life. But beneath the neon lights and the roar of motorcycles, a blood-stained secret lies in wait. While the Crown Prince, Di Lan, battles his wounded pride washing dishes for the first time in his royal history and struggling to decipher the 'glass slabs' that broadcast their past lives as cheap soap operas a chilling truth strikes them through a news screen: two mutilated bodies found in the woods, and a pair of broken glasses identical to the ones they were supposed to be wearing. Did the souls of Di Lan and Ju Ri fall into the bodies of the dead? And who is the killer now prowling the high school corridors, watching the 'new' Di Lan with cold indifference, waiting for the perfect moment to finish what they started? In a gripping blend of Joseon's historical elegance and modern-day high school chaos, Di Lan and Ju Ri embark on a journey to uncover a love born of a lie and a destiny that might just kill them twice.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

Kabir, a quiet café owner, lives in the rhythm of his own calm, while Inaaya, a lively kindergarten teacher, brings warmth and chaos wherever she goes. In fleeting glances, soft conversations, and tender gestures, they discover a connection that words cannot capture. Amid insecurities and small imperfections, they find a love that doesn't demand attention - it simply settles softly in the heart, like a quiet, comforting poem.

Some collisions aren't accidents... they're tragedies waiting to happen.

Kaniga woke up with a heart that wasn't hers, carrying memories of Dhevika and the promise of a thousand fireflies. In the quiet village of Aaraimathi, she meets Kumaran, calm, grounded, and the same man Dhevika once fell for. As Kaniga pieces together memories not her own, she finds herself falling for him too, discovering that some promises and some love cannot be denied.

Grief and detachment.