Vulnerable Stories

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

CEO ✘ Secretary. Trigger Warning. Heartbreaks in the plot. Continue reading to discover the raw human emotions that lead to heartbreak and vulnerability.

THE COLOUR OF SILENCE drifts into the spaces where words dissolve and feelings breathe in hush tones. This is a sanctuary for the emotions we never learned to speak-quiet bruises, trembling hopes, memories that sit like unopened letters in the chest. Here, silence is not emptiness; it is a palette-soft greys of longing, midnight blues of ache, gold flickers of fragile resilience. Each poem bends toward the unvoiced, tracing the echo of what was meant, what was lost, what still lingers in the quiet. These pages hold sighs instead of sentences, pauses instead of proclamations; they ache, they glow, they listen. This collection is an intimate journey through the landscapes of stillness-where heartbreak softens into grace, solitude blooms into understanding & every unsaid word grows luminous beneath the gentle weight of healing. In this book, silence is not the absence of sound- it is the birthplace of truth, tenderness & rebirth.

Poetry for those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who don't. Wander the void with me: through suffering, through empathy, through exhaustion and the darkness beneath it all. All my work is my own; written with love, not AI.

''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood

Rain thought distance could protect him, from his past, from his secrets, from himself. When circumstances force him back home, old wounds reopen and buried feelings resurface. Cornered by the reality he tried to escape, Rain must decide whether to run once more, or trust an unexpected ally who might just change everything.

« In a world that only looks skin-deep, the most powerful beauty is the kind you feel. » Elara knows she's invisible. To her critical family, to her picture-perfect classmates, and especially to Kaelen-the boy whose attention she's always wanted but never received. While everyone else curates their lives for likes and follows, she hides in the quiet corners, writing poetry that aches with truth. But when one of her raw, anonymous poems goes viral for a strange reason not because it's trendy, but because it makes people cry, heal, and remember-she realizes her words might be more than just words. They might be magic. Now, with a crumbling family, a society scared of real emotion, and a boy who's slowly-finally-seeing her and not just another face in the crowd, Elara must decide: keep hiding, or step into the light and change the world one verse at a time. Heartscape is for anyone who's ever felt unseen, for the quiet ones with loud hearts, and for those who believe that the most lasting kind of magic isn't found in a filter but in something far more real.

My first time writing just my memories and thoughts of someone I truly loved.

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

Book 1 of 'The Tokyo Reverie Series' (inspired by Lisa Manobal's (Lisa from BLACKPINK) song/short film 'Dream') semi-often updates (deleted my previous book, might re-make it)

In the shadow of regret, a young Muslimah stands at the crossroads of her fate, her mistakes a heavy burden on her heart. Raised in a loving home, she's now faced with the harsh reality of her choices. Will the weight of her errors crush her, or will she find the strength to rise, learn, and forgive? Join her journey as she navigates the treacherous path of redemption, seeking to transform her scars into wisdom and her mistakes into a testament of resilience or dies.... trying Khadijat Muhammed Mayaki ❣️

"There's escape in escaping" James Roy hasn't run away, though the thought lingers in him like a second heartbeat. Escape is a language he knows by heart- plans sketched in silence, invisible suitcase packed with longing. What keeps him here is the weight of routine, of criticism, of expectations that grind him down. Aleksandr Popov wants to save him. Wants to give him something gentler, something steadier. But desire and possibility rarely align. Their story rekindles with the unlikeliest of incidents: The Goo goo dolls, a questionable performance, and a swingset under the night sky. -Love, An Average Guy

Freen and Becky-two rising stars in the entertainment industry-share an undeniable chemistry on and off the screen. As they film GAP The Series, the lines between their scripted roles and reality begin to blur. But love isn't as simple as a perfectly written script. Freen, a planner by nature, has always been in control of her career and emotions-until Becky enters her life. Becky, straightforward and fearless in love, has been waiting for Freen to catch up, but patience has its limits. Misunderstandings, career pressures, and an unexpected scandal threaten to push them apart just as Freen begins to understand what she truly feels. With their love story unfolding under the scrutiny of the public eye, Freen must prove that her feelings are real-not just in front of the cameras, but where it truly matters. Will she find the courage to fight for Becky before it's too late? A tale of slow-burn romance, heartbreak, and second chances, Between Us: A Love Unscripted explores the beauty of love that refuses to follow a script.

"Then let me." "What?" "Let me be your eyes." in which he was blind but she was far more broken than he ever was All Rights Reserved - malikstethics 2015

Choso reluctantly agrees to pet-sit a kitten for Yuji, only to discover that even a stoic half-cursed spirit can be softened by a warm, purring bundle of fur.

Dive into the lives of Autumn and Violette, and watch as their tales of poet and critic collide.

"I told myself I wouldn't care," Nanami said quietly. "That whatever you felt for him was history, that I could handle being just-" he cut himself off. Looked away. "-a replacement, maybe. Something steady to lean on while you figured yourself out." Gojo flinched as if his words struck him. "You're not-" "Don't," Nanami snapped, voice breaking through his usual restraint. "Don't tell me what I am or am not to you when you can't even decide for yourself." Gojo's voice was barely above a whisper. "You think I haven't tried to let him go?" Nanami looked at him - really looked- and Gojo hated the pity there. "I know you have. That's what makes it worse. You keep fighting ghosts and wondering why the living keep getting hurt." - A mission gone wrong leaves Gojo stripped of his Infinity. Vulnerable for the first time, he must confront the cracks in the image he's always upheld, inner demons, and connections he's always kept at arm's length. Ghosts of the past resurface in the form of Suguru's memory, while an unexpected connection with Nanami challenges everything he thought he knew about love, trust, and his own limits. Set before the Shibuya Incident. Cover Art found on Pinterest by _navrozavr_

After leaving our native Dominican Republic at the age of seven, I grow up to find the real cost of the American dream.

Still Breathing: Poems of Quiet Resistance is a bruised but broken testament to surviving in a world that wears down softness. Across its pieces, it moves through exhaustion, disillusionment, inherited pain, and the quiet violence of simply existing, yet threads each wound with defiance. The voice shifts from whisper to fierce rage, from the tender wondering of whether gentle souls still exist, to the full-bodied wrath of a spirit done being prey. Nature and decay, beauty and ruin, love and betrayal collide in imagery that is both intimate and unflinching, revealing a narrator who refuses to disappear, even when the weight of life makes breathing itself an act of rebellion.

Isla Marcello's world shattered when she was abducted as a child, vanishing from a life of love and utmost care into an unknown and harsh reality. Now thirteen, she endures a challenging existence, her past a distant memory obscured by the trials of her present. Meanwhile, the Marcello brothers live in the shadow of her absence. Each is haunted by the void left behind, struggling to cope with the profound loss. The eldest, Lucian, has become emotionally closed off, his protective nature now marred by an unspoken grief. Dante, in particular, succumbs to the darkness, turning to drugs in a desperate attempt to numb the pain of her absence. Each brother deals with the loss of their sister in a different way, Lucian and Dante experiencing a harsher loss. Their lives are marked by a pervasive sense of hopelessness and a deep, lingering sorrow. As they continue their search for Isla, the city's backstreets provide evidence to a long-awaited revelation. The relentless quest to reclaim what was lost becomes a journey through shadows, driven by the hope of finally bringing their family back together. Will the brothers reclaim their rose? Will they be able to keep their rose protected with them?