Reflection Stories

❝The stars summons my mourning words in pen, as the starry night consoles my shunned pain. ❞ - 𝒮𝓀𝓎𝑒 Note: My poems here are also posted in All Poetry account. @skyelogeia.✨ https://allpoetry.com/Skyelogeia

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.

I am a cat, and I would like to tell you about my life, from birth to the end. My roommate is human ー unfortunately, not a cat. She believes I'm her pet, but she's wrong. I'm TonTon, a feline philosopher who rules his small kingdom with wit, patience, and dignity. From misunderstanding the "litter pan game" to teaching my human roommate about love, respect, and the art of coexistence, this story traces a fictionalized lifetime shared between two species. Based on the true life of an extraordinary cat, My Roommate Is Not a Cat is a heartwarming Animal Fiction ー a humorous yet deeply moving tale of intelligence, loyalty, and the silent love that never fades.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

From bandit to hero. Eldoria is a world of fantasy reigned by different races. In this world a man tries to become better while consequences of the past haunt him.

phrases, poems and a bit more

This was a random genius idea I got late at night after seeing a comic of Alastor and Vox in the Fuck or Die room meme. If you don't know the meme, check it out, it exists, and it can be a pretty good comedy at times. And I decided to make a story of it. I am aware that the Hazbin Hotel story is ongoing- so there will be several changes and updates throughout the comic so it lines up with the events. This is meant to be a non-cannon healing journey and will have some sensitive topics, nudity, and depictions of SA, violent fights and heavy language, attempted suicide, self harm, attempted homicide, and much more. If any of these are a problem with you, I advise you to not read. For those with a stronger gut, I hope you enjoy reading:)

This diary begins at the beginning. It traces a life as it quietly unfolds - from displacement and uncertainty, through unfamiliar places and people, and into something resembling home. Some entries are observational, some deeply personal, others quietly funny. All of them are honest. This is not a polished memoir or a story with neat chapters. It's life written as it was lived: one day at a time. Lessons arrive disguised as conversations. Control and kindness sit uncomfortably side by side. And belonging is something that grows slowly, almost without being noticed. The entries are shared in sequence, allowing the past to breathe before the present catches up. If you enjoy character-led realism, emotional undercurrents, dry humour, and the slow building of trust and purpose - start at page one.

This was written so I can remember how my 21st year of life has gone. The days are long but the years go by so quickly.

Letters to Kim Namjoon- My safe place. I hated the flowers, the gardens and the happy people around me. But then you came. You came like a spring breeze with your vintage camera, talking about life, weaving your fingers in the black mane, showing off those dimples and smiling at me from behind the sunflower. And oh! Your freckles. Maybe you were just what I needed to save myself from my darkness. #3 in #memoirs 7.7.23 #7 in #moonchild #153 in #thoughts 9/7 #17 in #reflection All rights reserved

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

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

Kaia is a 17 year old girl with beautiful features, and an abusive mother. She runs away from home and gets the biggest surprise of her life, meeting BVB. But that isn't all. One band member gets a liking for her and has her move in with them. What will happen? READ TO FIND OUT! :3

Apa jadinya kalau tatapan tajam bisa bikin orang berubah? Joko Wiryawan, guru SD yang terkenal dengan "tatapan maut"-nya, nggak pernah mukul murid. Tapi sekali dia menatap... murid bisa langsung merasa berdosa tiga generasi ke belakang. Dari tatapan itu, lahir gerakan "Tatapan Sosial" - aksi diam yang bikin pelanggar aturan malu sendiri. Tapi saat gerakan itu viral dan diambil alih pemerintah, segalanya jadi kacau. Orang jujur dibunuh. Anak SD balas dendam pakai pisau dapur. Dan orang-orang yang cuma mau terlihat baik, malah membunuh kebaikan itu sendiri. Sebuah kisah lucu, getir, dan reflektif tentang moral, media sosial, dan bahaya jadi manusia paling benar di internet. > Karena terkadang... yang paling perlu diselamatkan bukan dunia, tapi diri sendiri dulu.

gray clouds hovered over my teens, carrying loneliness,doubt and silent storms.i was searching_ for understanding, for light, for myself.cloud sadness is the story of growing up though the gray, and finding hope where i least expected it.

A collection of honest poems that might not be so sweet to read. The human experience, uncensored and unprecedented. These poems refuse to be softened and filtered. Everything I was once told to swallow quietly - not anymore. This is it. No sugarcoating. No sugar. Just me and my tea.

"𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬... 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥."

This book is a journey through pain, growth, and empowerment, reminding readers that toxic relationships are never their fault and that healing begins with acceptance and detachment. Through rediscovery-whether by embracing hobbies, writing, or practicing self-care-it shows how reconnecting with oneself leads to strength and clarity. Independence, self-respect, and healthy boundaries emerge as the foundation of true freedom, while starting again is portrayed not as failure, but as a courageous and natural act. The story acknowledges that some people and relationships are meant to be stepping stones rather than destinations, and that returning to those who caused harm is never necessary. Every tear, every lesson, and every step forward becomes part of reclaiming one's life, proving that although healing is messy, it is also beautiful, and that peace, growth, and self-love are the most powerful victories of all.

When Life Finally Makes Sense (Things I Wish Someone Told Me at 17) There comes a moment in life when the noise fades, the dust settles, and the truth finally speaks. Not loudly. Not violently. But in a quiet, unshakable way that changes everything. This book is a collection of lessons learned at the edge of growing up - in the late-night thoughts, the mistakes I couldn't undo, the love that stayed longer than it should have, and the silence that taught louder than people ever did. It's about understanding yourself when the world doesn't. It's about losing people without losing yourself. It's about finally seeing the path you were meant to take... only after you've stumbled through the dark. If you're 15, 17, or somewhere between being young and feeling old - these pages are for you. Not to impress you. But to remind you that you're not alone, and that clarity always arrives... eventually. A book of truth, mystery, and the kind of wisdom you only learn by living.

"Hey, Allypoo, I'm sorry, but I just need to go. I need to get out of here asap. I hope you understand. I just can't stay here anymore knowing you and I won't ever happen. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you; Thank you for that beautiful last night; thank you for understanding me, for loving me no matter what; thank you for waking up inside me feelings I thought were gone forever; thank you for making me believe in love again. THANK YOU for being that soul in which I could see myself reflected; no matter how different we were, I will always remember how similar we actually are. I won't ever forget you, not in a lifetime. You are forever in my heart. I love you, Mrs Jauregui! LoLo." ~SEQUEL to Two Reflections (Into One)~