Doubt Stories

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞?" "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" Two childhood playmates, separated by a misunderstanding and bound by bleeding hearts. What will their endgame be? 𐙚 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘:- • 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 • 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 • 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 • 𝗘𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 .

Veronica Scott thought she had it all - a career on the edge, a husband who was her calm. Until she discovered the truth. The man she loved was living a lie. Now, with secrets unravelled and trust shattered, Daniel's gotta fight to prove he's more than his shadows. Can he earn back the trust of the one person he never meant to hurt?

Michael's heart and soul were only for his businesses, at least until he met Deborah. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was instantly attracted and the feeling was mutual - which had never happened to him! He envisioned her as his wife but she dumped him. Time and her absence helped him forget the heartbreak. But when he was least expecting, it appeared that life had brought Deborah back into his circles. She came in a version that was more lovable and attractive than before, and despite their unsolved issues, Michael decided to grasp this chance to have Deborah back, no matter what the cost. Where would love lead him?

Sa kabila ng magulong mundo ko-nahanap ko ang tunay na kalayaan at pagmamahal.

"Wondering if he will show, if he even exists" ~ Jen, 17 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:

[AMBYS 2023 Top picks in humor novellas ✨️] Lee Cook is heartbroken; his wife left him for another woman after twelve years of marriage. He vows to never fall in love again until his dying day. Sana Gulati is befuddled; her boyfriend left her for a woman ten years younger than her. She vows nothing; she's just pissed and consoling herself with anything sweet and comestible. He lives in London, she in Paris. They've met once; one walked out after drenching the other's face with beer. Since the two only see each other virtually on the Zoom meetings, their company loves to schedule every two days. When Sana replies to Lee's offensive PM, an odd stalking game begins between the two. Before they know it, they connect. Here's a simple story of Woman meets Man where Wifi is key, and where some vows are hard to keep. @ContemporaryLit Fall Awards 2021 longlister.

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

How to Accidentally Find God While Trying to Prove He Doesn't Exist

Life is like a slam book. We open ourselves to others, inviting them to leave their mark. Their words - scribbles on our pages - reveal their thoughts and feelings. We can't control what they write; we can only read, turn the page, and move forward. Each entry becomes a testament to our shared experiences. We cherish them, learn from them, and grow through these interactions. And so, this book - Remain Unsaid... - holds the unspoken feelings I've gathered from the people who filled those pages, alongside my own moments of quiet futility. Feelings of love, betrayal, and blessings - too profound to express to the ones who wrote them - find their way here instead, poured into words that mirror my soul. To those who have walked similar paths, who have felt the depths of love, loss, futility, and longing - may these words validate your emotions, comfort you in silence, and remind you of your strength. - A'nonymous

In a world of lies and crimes of heartbreaks, there were very few cases where the broken hearts were two and not one. There were few screams with silent sobs in the corner of souls that were too happy to suffer too bright to be dim. Yet the sun did let the darkness to take over again as the dawn up surfaced again but for the people who were not stronger; not ready. Walking through the memory lane of time as he goes through the same hallways of his beloved's lost memories, he thinks about how something so pure was all a lie with a broken existence of hope that his mother will one day come alive from the shadows of death. "Ishq" I repeat the word of love that she uses to call me with. "You successfully killed your love, your Ishq, Jeena." Rafan was not the same man anymore. He is not the same happy go-lucky-guy, not since his mom died, not since the person who promised him nothing but a lifetime of love, comfort and presences left him. The world he was promised was what he wanted, it was enough to complete him of something he did not know he needed. He needed her, he needed Jeena. In the silence of those corridors in his subconscious mind, he makes a sound full promise of finding the remainder of his love and the criminal of his hopes, the keeper of his promises and the rebel of his words, to make it rough for her. To make her feel what he felt. To make her bleed the same way he still bleeds. To make her pay the price he had to pay. "Sir your flight to Istanbul will be... early morning, tomorrow. The details are here." Kabir, my assistant informed, passing me the boarding paper after checking them. To him, he was the only broken soul in this tragic love story but was it even the love story to began with? It was a mess of dried up tears and lies spoken with a smiling face. It was a game of chase and hiding from your fate. It was the ruins of belief in good and affection. It was a story, yes but of love, not so much...

In these writings, I have prepared some album lyrics, written in old English. The lyrics follow the journey of two old friends (two women), Lyra and Vandelia, through a dark, oppressive world, searching for answers in the present and in the memories of the past.

Parasitic hands plague Victor with morbid visions of the future.

"How does it look?" "Ugly." She never knew he was lying. ********* This story deals with body image issues and touches on eating disorders. Please, if you have struggled or are struggling with these things or are uncomfortable reading stories about that, don't read this story. Thanks, Nat

THERE WILL BE SMUT JUST WARNING YOU <><><><><><> may include other ships such as Karlnap and such. NO SHIPPING OF MINORS UNDER 18 that includes tommy because to me he is still a smol child SPECIAL TIMES ~ 10/15/22 - 100 VIEWS 11/12/22 - 200 VIEWS 12/15/22 - 300 VIEWS

Something deep, raw, and unbearably honest

well, these are my poems, I hope you enjoy them. I chose the tiger for the cover because of William Blake's poem, which is such an special poem for me. I'm just starting writing on wattpad and I'm new too writing poems in English, which is not my native language, what makes it extra challenging. Anyway, I'll try my best!

Welcome to the other dimension of my being... the soft facade the vulnerable me the personal experience I have ...emotions, ideas and instincts that inspired me in my every day routine I never expect I have. Dig in and dive in in to my wordless imagination! ❤ Jhuna

Anong gagawin mo pag nakapasok ka sa libro na ikaw mismo ang nagsulat? na ikaw mismo ang gumawa. The places, The characters and The plot. Will you feel excited as well as frightened? but what if I tell you that the story genre is all about survival? Surviving how to survive in the middle of an apocalypse. yup, Zombie Apocalypse. The story is all about the tragic deaths of your characters. Will you change the plot to help them survive their destined tragic death? or Will you let the plot flow and watch their death for you to survive? It's all about survival after all. Ikaw ba? Anong sa tingin mong gagawin mo? Save or Survive? ...... "We can't change the plot!" "We have to save them!" "One changes could ruin everything!" "But they'll die if we do nothing!" "They are destined to die! It is their fate to die." "No, You destined them to die."

This is a narrative that I wrote. It explains how something that scares us can create a situation that seems impossible to cross. But through my own experiences I wrote a story that expresses how I felt during this difficult time. Give it a go and if you have criticism, do it politely in the comment section. Thank you for giving my writing a chance

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