Internalmonologue Stories

"He loves me, he loves me not..."

Jack's stream of consciousness describes how society is like a masquerade, while his dreams show his own hypocrisy. Pandora Hearts fic for Phmonth18 Tragedy Trio Prompt 2: mask.

A woman tries to escape her past, but when a journalist making a documentary comes to dig a little deeper trouble starts to stir as old family secrets are uncovered.

In a world where rules weigh heavier than truth, one misfit drifts through memory, oppression, and existential fatigue. As sunlight blisters reality, the line between rebellion and numbness blurs. This story explores inner battles, generational scars, and the silent revolt of standing still. Will they speak out, fade away, or just... stand there?

- And to know he was free, Bruno was ready to give up Leone. To give up his disenchantment with the whole world and the rare smiles he gave him and him alone. To give up his innate sense of justice and his boundless, unweaving loyalty. To give up the coffees they drank in silence at 7 AM, when they were the only ones awake and the house still peaceful - and how many times Bruno wished he could stop time in those mornings, just to stay and admire the curves of Leone's lips another, another, moment. -

Tara, a girl who loves sleeping because her dreams are better than her reality but her reality doesn't let her sleep peacefully, Just existing her life hoping it will get better someday. Sagun, a boy who is rude careless, but who enjoys his life to the fullest. Tara is tired. Tired of being totally misunderstood, of hiding her thoughts, of carrying pain no one sees, but Sagun? Sagun is loved, fearless, unbothered & adventurous. When their worlds collide, It gets messy. It's slow, but It's real. It's messy. It's healing. It's a total chaos. Basically, it's just life - but with a plot.

He held a worn polaroid in his hands and gently outlined the date that he never wanted to forget with his fingers. Was that day so magical? He could hear the ocean waves beating against the small pebbles of the beach and felt the fast and heavy beating of both of their hearts. He felt full, he felt loved and cared for. He felt safe and sound when icy arms wrapped around his waist, when warm lips pressed against a prickly cheek. Because the scariest part of love is that you are absolutely vulnerable to your dearest, and the person who makes your heart beat is the one who can make it go through such torments and agony that are tens and hundreds of times greater than all the happy moments that you have lived together. "Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure." Hermann Hesse, "Peter Camenzind" this story is co writen with @FacelessFigure, and the cover is made by her < 3

You're welcome for the fuckery that is my mind on constant society as if it's the weed of the FUCKING joint being passed to my fucking brain It doesn't make sense Nothing in this makes sense ((Begone wench of filth- You whore of desperation and fortitude)) I'm sorry what? ((Filth)) ((Filthy mugwump))

An in-depth look into Gilbert's internal monologue in Pandora Hearts Vol 10, Retrace XL: Blindness, using the theme of Inktober 2018 Prompt 1: Poisonous.

A heart caught in the spaces between yearning and retreat, where every glance is a question unanswered. The pull of something unspoken drifts in the quiet, a fleeting touch of warmth in the chill of hesitation. A smile lingers like a forgotten song, both a temptation and a threat. In the spaces between longing and fear, the soul stands at the edge, unsure whether to leap or turn away.

A short story about a man whose life is a self-constructed black hole and his chance encounter with an elderly, blue-eyed wastrel. Contains: minor dissociation, minor suicidal ideation

Segments from the notes app of a teenage girl with a lot of feelings, thoughts, and unfinished poems. Many of the poems in this book, however, have since been completed and are available for purchase online via the book "Sap Semantics" with Bottlecap Press.

[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.

She smiled once. That's all it took. Now Vale times his life by her footsteps. The gas station register clicks for everyone else, but for her, it slows. He listens to her music through static. He memorizes the scent of her laundry detergent. He watches, quietly, surgically, like it's his job to understand her down to the way she zips her coat. Vale's camera clicks quietly. Mira doesn't know. Why would she? She's soft, ordinary, naïve. Kind in a way that feels accidental, not deliberate. She hums while she shops. Smiles without meaning to. And Vale? Vale thinks everything means something. This isn't love. It's fixation. And it only gets worse from here.

An extended version of the scene between Dinah Madani and Krista Dumont in Krista's hospital room, with more insight into what Krista is thinking, plus a surprise button.

Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too. The (Netflix) series, and Adrian's childhood, told from the perspective of the castle. INCREDIBLE cover art (and art for Ch3) by Junki Sakuraba on instagram and deviantart!! (https://www.instagram.com/junkisakuraba/ , https://www.deviantart.com/junkisakuraba)

~ He knew he wasn't gay. But Joe? Joe had always been special to him. More than just a best friend. [...] He wasn't gay. They were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, when Joe started dating a girl, why was he feeling that way? Why did he still feel that way? ~ My monthly contribution of writing triden fics until Trump mandate end (starting before he starts lol)

Love sometimes begins with a sentence. But their story began long before a single word was ever spoken... Eren Kara-28 years old, intelligent, profound, and passionate, a literature professor whose life had always been in harmony with words. But there were some feelings no book could ever describe. And Lara Ravenshade-19, just starting university, introverted, yet speaking volumes with her eyes. When she walked into the classroom with her waist-length red hair, she had no idea where her heart was about to lead her. Time didn't stop at first glance. The world didn't change. But something cracked in the walls inside Eren. Everything in the classroom was ordinary... Except Lara was there. And her silence began to echo in the quiet corners of Eren's heart-the parts that hadn't spoken in years. This is not just the story of a love. It is the story of how a forbidden feeling slowly took root, without permission. The story of two lonely souls, who-without a single touch-learned to hold onto one another in a world that watched too closely. Passion doesn't always scream. Desire doesn't always rush. Some loves grow only in the deepest quiet... And sometimes, a single look... Can rewrite the fate of an entire life...

Hak x Yona AU A one-shot of Yona's internal monologue where she finally realizes what she fights for.