Lonelines Stories

16 years ago a family in udaipur was informed that the baby was still by birth. Didn't let them meet the baby just handed them a baby girl already wrapped in white cloth to bury Present. Here, a beautiful girl with white sensitive milky skin big grey doe eyes, button nose, long waist length hair, weak by appearance but always composed distant and strong enough to handle her emotions. It is none other than Disha Kulkarni who was living in an orphanage till the age of 15, currently living in an apartment. Disha is a mysterious person who is independent and what does she do? there is only one person who knows everything about her. He is her silent protector, healer, supporter and her anchor. who is he? what will happen when disha's family comes to know about her? will they bring her back? what will be disha's reaction? will she go with them and accept them? dig in to know more about the story:) all the pics which have been used in this story are taken from the internet credit goes to the owner.

They say we are lost. Addicted. Distracted. The problem. But no one asks what it feels like to grow up in silence, to carry expectations you didn't choose to be blamed for a world you didn't create. This poem speaks for a generation that is constantly misunderstood- trying to grow, trying to think, trying to become. We are not lost We are learning in a system that refuses to change....

(Story cover thanks to RealBarto!) Hikigaya Hachiman was just your average middle school boy: socially awkward, lonely, and hopelessly naive. Mistakes were made, and he enrolled in a certain prestigious high school. What happens next? Find out in Infinite Loner: a story with action, comedy, drama, and perhaps a touch of romance.

Aavya was never chosen. Not by friends, not by family... not by anyone. Until one day, she finds a world where someone does. A boy she cannot see. A love she cannot explain. A place she never wants to leave. But what happens when reality begins to take it all away? And how far would you go... just to meet the one who finally chose you?

Join me in this lonely quest where I realized that I'm trapped in a looping simulation in some high school story where everyone else is merely following a script, & I'm the only one who's actually real

Not all stories begin with magic-some begin with silence. This is a slow, emotional journey filled with hidden feelings, unspoken thoughts, and moments that quietly change everything.

A collection of poems to express myself because I have 19 years of bottle up feelings and they need to go somewhere.

Why do you fear the stars?

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ɪꜰ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ. || ꜱᴀʀᴀʜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ? || ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ-ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰɪxᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. || ʟᴀʏʟᴀ ʀᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ-ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ.

after so long of being left alone to take care of yourself and having no one really to spend time with in your life, your bound to get lonely, even when your a stubborn middle schooler. well especially then. so what happens when you start viewing the kid you hate a bit differently after you discover how nice it feels to have someone care enough to even do small things like go out of their way to make food for you? ahhh bkdk story lol sorry for the crappy description!

Three years. It's been three years since the world lost Ronak, and Roshni lost her heartbeat. Now, her life is a blur of corporate deadlines, toddler milestones, and the quiet ache of a five-year marriage that ended far too soon. ​She no longer cries; her tears have long since dried up, replaced by sudden, vivid flashes of the life they built-the way he took his coffee, the sound of his laugh, and the "matrimonial bliss" that now feels like a lifetime ago. ​On the anniversary of his passing, Roshni decides to stop running. She returns to the small coffee shop where their story began, hoping to find a piece of the past. But as she stands at the intersection of her memories and her reality, she's forced to face the ultimate question: ​In a life filled with shadows of the man she lost, is there any room left for the light of someone new?

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

Han Seo-yeon has been on too many failed dates to count. Cheaters. Liars. Men who were already taken. At thirty, she's done believing love is meant for her. But everything changes the night she meets someone... different. Someone who listens. Someone who stays. Someone she can't quite understand. And for the first time she begins to feel something she thought she lost a long time ago. Some connections come quietly. But they leave louder than anything else.

She arrives in the city hoping to disappear. After her older brother's sudden death, Katherine leaves behind the only home she has ever known, carrying nothing but grief and the belief that distance might quiet the past. In a place where no one knows her name, she builds a life in silence-working mornings in a small café on the edge of a busy financial district, learning how to exist without being seen. Before she leaves, she finds a hidden box in her brother's room. Inside are letters she was never meant to see. Most of them are simple at first-ordinary words, familiar handwriting, fragments of care she doesn't fully let herself read. She only opens a few before closing the box again, leaving the rest untouched as if keeping them sealed might keep something else from unraveling. In the city, life settles into routine. Early mornings. Familiar faces. The comfort of being unknown. It should be enough. But it isn't. A man begins to pass through her world each day-always at the same time, always just out of reach of notice. He does not speak to her. He does not look at her like she is anything more than part of the background. And she does not recognize him. Not once. And yet, something about his presence begins to linger where memory should be clear. As fragments of her brother's past begin to surface in small, unsettling ways, Katherine starts to understand that distance does not always mean escape-and some things follow you quietly, long after you think you've left them behind.

Rocky and Zuma are two adorable PAW Patrol pups who have survived a troubled past. What remains untold, and why does the magic of their gaze directly influence their destiny? | Author's Notes | This is the first part of a dilogy, featuring my personal take on what might have happened before the start of the canon story. The focus is entirely on Rocky and Zuma. There is no room for accidental emotions here: every choice has consequences, and every silence carries its own weight. Please note that this work contains canon divergence regarding how the pups joined Ryder's team. Spoiler: It's important to note - for those who care - that the original characters will be removed from the story halfway through.

For sixteen years, the world beyond Hye-Mi's window has been nothing more than a blurry backdrop to the high-definition glow of her monitor. In the heart of Seoul, while the city pulses with a frantic, neon energy, forty-year-old Hye-Mi exists in a silent loop of digital escapism. She is a ghost in a machine of her own making. ​Inheriting five rental properties after the passing of her parents provided her with a dangerous luxury: the ability to disappear. With no boss to answer to, no children to wake for, and no partner to break the silence, Hye-Mi turned her back on reality in 2010. It started as a refuge-a way to drown out the echoes of her mother's funeral with the vibrant, dopamine-fueled lights of her first gacha game. But what began as a shield against grief soon became a prison of pixels. ​Now, the "New Game" button has lost its luster. The pull of a "Super Rare" summon no longer sparks joy, and the numbing bite of soju and the acrid smoke of cigarettes have failed to silence the dark hum of her mind. Her old friends are distant memories, frozen in a time when "hanging out" still felt like it had a purpose. To Hye-Mi, the social contract has expired; why bother reaching out when you've already been forgotten? ​She has spent nearly two decades leveling up characters that don't exist while her own life remained at Level 1. The inventory of her heart is empty, and the daily quests of existence have become an unbearable burden. Tired of the lag, the loops, and the loneliness, Hye-Mi has finally made a decision that no walkthrough can fix. She has set a date. She has cleared her cache. ​On a Monday that feels like every other day, Hye-Mi plans to log off for good. ​In a city that never sleeps, Hye-Mi is ready for the long rest. But when you've spent sixteen years hiding, does the world let you leave without one final, unexpected glitch in the system?

Have you ever wanted to read a fanfiction about HG that does not explore the games only? A book that dives into character's internal conflict and stuggles of their own? Then you're in the right place. I am a teen author with no experience with sharing my stories like this, english isn't my first language so I apologise for any grammar errors. And last word, everything here is written by me myself, there has been no use of AI whatsoever.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

When a strange message popped up on Iris's phone, she didn't expect a link to a game that would change her life forever. Trapped in a neon-lit world with no exit button, she finds herself surrounded by other players, people she has never met before, all of whom seem just as lonely and lost as she is. But this game isn't like any other she's played before. There is no score, and there are no winners. Instead, the system gives them quiet, deeply personal quests that force them to talk, trust, and confront the things they've been running from. The more they open up, the closer they get to logging out, because the game's true purpose was never for entertainment, but to save them. The only problem was that Iris had already made up her mind about being alive. Prompt: 60. You download a new app that promises to cure your boredom, and it delivers far more than you ever expected.

𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐲𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 likes horses and words and imagining she was born a different person. The person she is has never been appreciated by her family; born a daughter to a father who doesn't care and a mother she doesn't know. Living with her grandfather isn't as easy and nice as some might think it is, the wide land and animals around them not making up for the lack of human-love, leaving a gap in her heart. For a long time she tries to fix it, tries to fix herself, something that was broken long before she was born. It's only once she begins to stop doing that, that she does find a family. It's not perfect and it's chaotic and it's different than she thought it would be, but it's the best thing that could've happened to her. [Yellowstone S1-5] •Book 1•