Writingcommunity Stories

"In a world that demands order, she was a beautiful, chaotic poem." Valerie is the girl the sun follows. With a crown of wild, light-brown curls that glow like gold under the afternoon light and eyes the color of a clear summer sky, she looks like a dream. But behind the kind smiles and the flowy, hippie skirts lies the "black sheep" of a family that never quite knew what to do with her. While her older sister lived under the spotlight of perfection, Valerie retreated into the shadows of clove cigarettes and handwritten sonnets. She's a girl born in 2005 with the spirit of 1969, navigating a college campus that feels too small for her thoughts. Professor Jeon is a man of logic and discipline. He's seen a thousand students, but none quite like the girl in the back row who smells of smoke and writes like she's lived a hundred lives. He's drawn to her light, unaware of the tangled family web she's trying to escape, or the secrets that connect them outside the classroom. As the air between them grows heavy with unspoken words and the scent of old paper, Jungkook finds himself mesmerized by the girl who refuses to fit the mold. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Valerie?"

She has no army. No title. No power. Just a name that means dainty and a voice that will shake nations. Muyana was nobody's idea of a hero. A Brooklyn girl from a tribe the world declared extinct. Daughter of a language so ancient and complex that colonial linguists gave up trying to decode it. She burned eggs at a diner, went home to an apartment that smelled like her grandmother's tea, and told herself she'd figure out who she was tomorrow. Then Naya died on a Tuesday. On an ordinary sidewalk. For no reason that the world would ever call sufficient. And tomorrow ran out. Inside her dead best friend's apartment, Muyana finds a binder. One hundred and forty pages. Eight months of research. A case built in green ink by a girl who knew exactly what was wrong with the world and was building something to fight it. On the cover, in Naya's handwriting: This is not a sad story. This is an interrupted one. Someone will finish it. At 2am, alone in her kitchen, Muyana props her phone against a cereal box and presses record. Six million people watch by morning. Governments take notice. And somewhere deep in her blood - in a language nobody alive can fully speak - something that was never truly lost begins to wake up. Wa Laka Tuu. We are not broken. A story about grief that becomes fire. Roots that survive erasure. And one woman who refuses to let the world stay silent about the things it would rather forget. 150 chapters. This is only the beginning.

A hunter who survived the dragon that destroyed everything he loved now walks a path of grief and fire-only to find his fate bound to the very creature he swore to kill.

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

In Mystic Falls, a new girl arrives... and immediately clashes with the Niklaus Mikaelson. Hate turns into something neither of them expected.

Words that feel like home. Beautiful, relatable quotes for dreamers, writers, broken hearts and others. Which one speaks to your soul? 💨Comment your favorite!

For the open novella contest, this is a story about a young girl who wakes up in the small town of Star Dew. The scenery is nice. The town's people are friendly. But she has no memories of how she got there. And things get surreal when she tries to leave town but is looped back in. Her only clue is a purple iris that glows in her dreams.

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.

finding myself © summer 2021 collection

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Dear reader, There is a moment in Greek myth when King Midas washes in the river Pactolus, begging Dionysus to take back his golden touch. The god accepts. But I understand some gifts and some choices cannot be returned. That moment haunts me. Not because of greed, but because of desire that reshapes the soul. What happens when we get what we want and realise it was never what we needed? My name is Ambelem, and I write where classical myths collide with contemporary hunger. My work explores the irreversible bargains we make with others, with ourselves, with gods who no longer answer.

Poem of the late, great Martin Luther King Jr

Seeds of Change is a raw, unfiltered look at pregnancy through the eyes of women whose lives are more connected than they realise. There are no perfect journeys here. No soft-focus versions of motherhood. Just real women-facing fear, loss, doubt, pressure, and choices that will change them forever. From unexpected pregnancies to longed-for children, from silent struggles to breaking points, each story unfolds with brutal honesty. And as their paths begin to cross-in waiting rooms, hospital corridors, and fleeting moments-the impact of one life quietly reshapes another. This is not a story about what pregnancy should be. It's about what it is. Messy. Emotional. Human. And impossible to ignore.

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Author: @bynovablu Cover by: @bynovablu 📸 on cover: picsart free image via Unsplash Synopsis the journey of growing pains that lead to turning 23 being wiser more self aware & sure of myself the voice of a wondering mind that creates art to document snapshots of my voice in the moment

🌱 ROOTS BEFORE WINGS 🕊️ Kuch sapne marks se bade hote hain... Ek ladka... jo "average student" ke tag se bahar nikalna chahta hai. Jise judge kiya gaya, samjha nahi gaya. Par uske sapne... unka scale system se nahi, uske jazbaat se naapte hain. Yeh kahaani un sab logon ke liye hai jo marksheet ke peeche nahi, apni value ke peeche bhagte hain. Jo apne sapno ko reality banana chahte hain... chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe 💯🔥. "Before I could fly, I had to grow underground. Before I could rise, I had to break in silence. This is for the ones who are growing where no one sees - your wings are coming." 🌿 #RootsBeforeWings 📖 By @voiceless__vibes About the Story.. Aaditya was just an average boy in class. He didn't hate books, but they never loved him back. His best friend, Rohan, was always on top-top marks, top praise, top attention. Sometimes, Aaditya felt proud of Rohan. But sometimes, deep inside, he felt a little jealous. Not because Rohan was smart, but because the world only respected that. No one noticed how good Aaditya was in other things-creative ideas, business thoughts, and dreams no one could see. But lately, one thing made Aaditya pick up his books-her. The girl he liked, the girl who smiled at toppers.

Understand a piece of yourself

A witch has been caught and the one who gave away her location is none other than her son, what does she feel about her own son betraying her?

When Marcus sits down for a game with the mysterious Wildcard, he expects nothing more than a night of chance. But the deck he's dealt is unlike any he's seen before-strange, unsettling, and full of secrets. As he handles the cards, he realizes they're more than just a game-they're a dangerous invitation into a dark world. Each hand he plays pulls him deeper into a web of unknowns, and with every card, the stakes get higher. In a game where nothing is what it seems, Marcus must decide how much he's willing to risk to survive.