Thought Stories

A collection of scattered daydreams, unfinished scenes, and quiet moments imagined by a hopeless romantic writer. This book isn't a complete story, it's a small archive of ideas that appeared in random places and stayed in my heart. Some are sweet, some are bittersweet, and some are simply fragments waiting for a home. If any of these imaginations inspire a story of your own, feel free to bring them to life. Perhaps, somewhere between these pages, you'll find a piece of a story you've been looking for.

Continuation of my other book :) Btw yes that's kasumi XD

Everything I could never tell you.

My "Final" Portfolio:)

I'm starting poetry, I think this poem captures a lot of my inner conflicts of introspection and fading away from reality from constantly questioning myself. what once was a beautiful thing of self reflection turned into the very thing that shackled me. It's a quiet storm inside the mind-where beautiful thoughts become chains, and clarity is the thread that tries to break them. This is me, wrapped in thought. A beginning stitched in quiet chaos.

This story is about this girl named, Katie.. this is her ordinary life.. but one day she gets bullied.. but it comes with something bad.. does she die? does she live.. it's your time to figure it out. continue the book for many chapters. ☺️

All he could do was grin, accept the poison given and drink deeply as though thirsty.

What happens when a daughter raised in logic confronts a mother who's already survived the ruins of faith? Set against the fading light of a winter dusk, Saldek - The Dance of the Dead is a haunting and intimate dialogue between Zehra and her daughter Akifah. As the sun sets and fire crackles in the hearth, a lifetime of inherited beliefs unravels-layer by layer. This is not just a story about religion, but about caste, conscience, and the quiet violence of social labels that survive even in exile. Through piercing conversations and painful memories, the story questions what it means to truly be free. Is God the liberator-or the cage? Are we believers... or just beautifully dressed puppets dancing to the tune of systems we never chose? Blending philosophy, intergenerational trauma, and poetic rebellion, Saldek doesn't offer easy answers. But it dares to open the window-and let the wind in.

This is a story about forbidden love that crosses between worlds. Crisis is from the Mirror World and it's her job to bring problems to people. Jason Cross is a normal teenage boy, who's all alone in this big world. When Crisis is on a mission, she meets Jason, and falls in love. But the one rule of being a mirror person is to never fall in love.

What is sanity? How can one tell if they're crazy? I don't think it's all in my head but the mind is a powerful thing. Sometimes I think it even keeps me from myself. I try. I really do try, but sometimes I just get tired of fighting all these things that no one can see but I feel. Do you know what I mean?

I found a small black notebook with directions hidden inside. I followed them with an open mind. I didn't believe the notebook to be anything special until everything went very wrong. Note from the author: I created this short story for a fun competition on Vocal. I was thinking about making a part two, explaining where my character went wrong.

1 The man with the pointed crocodile skinned black shoes stopped by at least three times in week. This was definitely more than the average, others would come once a week but more often than not, the biggest customers were the ones who would never return. The ones who did it on a whim or thought they were being 'charitable'. Stationed outside The Recruitment Agency, the Shoeshine Man watched quietly as the pointed black crocodile shoes approached his work station.

When Oliver's parents die in suspicious circumstances, he must set out to find the truth as the law attempts to find him a home. When he moves into a house with a distant uncle and his daughter, he learns that his uncle might know more than he is letting on. It is a race against the clock to find the killer, the man with the answers, and a bowl of exotic olives. In a world full of misery already, I advise you do not include this in your personal list of sad things you have encountered.

The One

To be honest with you, I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time.