Introspection Stories

This began as a simple school assignment: write a comforting letter to a friend. Instead, the character's pen stopped, turning the page into a brutal archive of eight years of unequal love. This is the story of a friendship where one person was always The Fixer, always the keeper of dates, the one who offered their "humble, quiet all," only to be left unseen. From the quiet betrayal of a forgotten birthday to the crushing realization that "I should be the one who needs comfort, not them," this documents the weight of carrying an imbalance. It is a profound reflection on the burden of history, the geometry of a failing bond, and the difficult, necessary plan for a "Subtle Rebalance"-saving the self when you can no longer save the whole.

Cosmic Reflections is a collection of short, poetic stories told from perspectives beyond the human... the universe, stars, time, planets, silence itself. Each piece is a quiet meditation on existence, loneliness, wonder, and the strange beauty of being aware. These stories are not meant to be read in order. Open any one. Linger. Look up. This is not science fiction. It is feeling, written at cosmic scale.

💫 PRÉFACE Certaines histoires ne s'écrivent pas, elles se vivent en silence, entre les regards, les larmes retenues et les sourires forcés. Échos d'une âme silencieuse est née pour donner une voix à ces silences, pour libérer et apaiser, et partager ce que mon cœur a gardé trop longtemps. Ce livre est un miroir - pour moi, et pour tous ceux qui ont connu la douleur, le doute ou la peur de parler. Derrière chaque silence, il y a une histoire. Derrière chaque épreuve, une force. Je ne prétends pas avoir toutes les réponses, mais j'ai trouvé la paix dans mes souvenirs, mes renaissances et mes espoirs. Si mes mots résonnent en toi, alors ce livre aura accompli sa mission. 🖋️ Anaïs Ekb Créatrice & Imaginatrice Romancière

Hana is a quiet girl who painfully aware of every feeling and every little thing that happened. Growing up in a rural part of Pahang, Malaysia, Hana surrounded by poverty, family conflict, and the weight of unspoken pain. As the days pass, she searches for ways to escape a fate that seems to pull her back each time she moves forward. Through hardship and repeated setbacks, Hana learns to survive, to endure, and to chase her dream of becoming an interior designer. This is Hana's slow-burn journey, from a sorrowful childhood into adulthood, as she navigates a collapsing household, builds her dreams piece by piece, and encounters the people who shape her along the way. Waiting for this summer's end. Will the sun rise for us at least once?

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

"I'll go anywhere as long as there's a slope." The photo studio is located on the largest island in Japan's Seto Inland Sea. "Masui Traveling Photo Studio" is a small studio run by Shinya Masui, a photographer who uses a wheelchair. Because he can't take physically demanding shots, Shinya puts his whole heart into capturing the true beauty of his subjects. Nothing much happens, but something is definitely unfolding in Shinya's daily life. It's gentle and brings back a nostalgic feeling. If you like, why not take a peek into his world and share those moments with him? This is the English translation of "増井出張写真館～あなたの幸せ、切り撮ります." You can read the original Japanese version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397066248-%E5%A2%97%E4%BA%95%E5%87%BA%E5%BC%B5%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F%E9%A4%A8%EF%BD%9E%E3%81%82%E3%81%AA%E3%81%9F%E3%81%AE%E5%B9%B8%E3%81%9B%E3%80%81%E5%88%87%E3%82%8A%E6%92%AE%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%EF%BD%9E

I surrender pieces of myself to your presence, willingly and entirely, letting my walls crumble like sandcastles at the tide's edge. I am entirely here, entirely yours, a soul peeled bare yet radiant, a vessel of all I am, all I feel, all I dare to share.

Des textes jetés là, sans raison ni logique Parce qu'à force de tourner dans ma tête ils ont fini sur du papier Et je ne sais pas quoi faire de tous ces écrits A part les proposer à ceux chez qui ils pourraient résonner Texts tossed here, with no plan or purpose Having danced in my mind long enough to land on paper And I don't quite know what to do with them all Other than offer them to those who might find some truth there

This collection brings together micro-stories, notes, and original quotes written during travels, rainy afternoons, and sleepless nights. An itinerary of reflections on an intimate map of light and shadow, where I chart a journey through my inner world in an attempt to understand so I can let go or accept-and, with a bit of luck-turn wounds into wings. Updates: Mon, Tue, Thu & Sun - 7:30 p.m. CET

She thought he ghosted her. He thought she didn't care. They were both wrong. Wildlife conservationist Noah meets actor Pedro at the worst possible moment -- right after throwing up on him. But instead of a disaster, it becomes the best weekend of her life. Beach walks, rainforest hikes, conversations that feel like coming home. She writes her number on a napkin. He promises to call. Ten months pass. Silence. Noah buries the hurt and throws herself into work. Pedro does the same, convinced the weekend meant nothing to her. Then they run into each other at a conservation center in Chile. The anger is immediate. So is the attraction. He lost her number. She thought he lied. Now they have three weeks to fix what broke -- or walk away from the connection they never stopped feeling. ── ⊹ ˖♡˖ ⊹ ── Hey guys! I'm almost done with this one, so I'll start posting more chapters soon. What do you think so far? Anything marked with a ♡ will have smut. There won't be much but just in case :)

a very short short story about belonging, old friendships and the warmth of being part of something.

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

Summary: After a devastating loss shatters her inherited, formal faith, a woman finds her way back to a personal spirituality not through doctrine, but through the humble, sacred act of tending her mother's peony bush, discovering a quiet divinity in care, growth, and everyday resilience.

À 25 ans, j'ai compris que chaque année était un chapitre. Celui-ci est le mien. Bye Bye 25 Yo est un voyage entre famille, amitiés, études, amours, foi, santé mentale... Toutes les leçons qui m'ont construite. Ceci est mon passage vers 26 ans : un adieu, une renaissance, une lettre à moi-même. ce livre est à moi, même si le monde ne l'applaudit pas

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

There's always a fork in the road. One of those you know well, that you pass every day. And there's always a direction you never take, leaving it shrouded in mystery. An ordinary afternoon, a thought that refuses to stay silent any longer, and a step-or rather, a turn-that breaks the routine. But the destination, sometimes, isn't what we imagined. And what we discover along the way can be as simple as it is overwhelming: the weight of what we don't know, and the emptiness that remains when we finally do. A short and intense story about curiosity and memory, mystery and loss. And one that, in the end, leaves us with a question: is it really always necessary to know every answer?

*Release every friday 6pm* These are not love poems/stories They are fragments of presence. Traces left behind after a look, a silence, a message unanswered. I wrote them without knowing if anyone would ever read them and that's maybe why they feel real. Some were born from fascination. Some from longing. Others from the simple act of noticing. They weren't written to be understood. Just to be felt, for a second, by someone who might know what it's like to feel too much and say almost nothing. By @eicsmarie

*SORTIE TOUS LES VENDREDI 18H* Ce ne sont pas des poèmes d'amour. Ni même des histoires d'amour. Ce sont des fragments de présence. Des traces laissées après un regard, un silence, un message resté sans réponse. Je les ai écrits sans savoir si quelqu'un les lirait un jour et c'est peut-être pour ça qu'ils sonnent juste. Certains sont nés de la fascination. D'autres du manque. Et parfois, simplement, d'un geste d'attention. Ils n'ont pas été écrits pour être compris. Juste pour être ressentis, une seconde, par quelqu'un qui sait peut-être ce que ça fait de tout sentir et de presque rien dire. @eicsmarie

a journey compelled by curiosity

Celeste, a young man who never believed the world was kind, is haunted by childhood memories, burdened by guilt, and soon to face a painful loss that will drag him deeper into his own unraveling. As he moves through a life shaped by suffering, fractured beliefs, and unexpected conflicts, he is forced to confront the one truth he has always run from: sometimes the deepest wounds aren't inflicted by the world, but by the parts of ourselves we refuse to face. And now, he must question whether he deserves the gentleness offered to him; or if it will crumble, just like everything else he touches.