Introspection Stories

Book Descriptions are So Irritating. If you want to read a book, just read it. Why do you want to know the description? -That's Kai, and this is his story. Excuse me, whoever is writing a shit of my life, get your head checked. What's there to even write about my life? -A book unlike any other, focusing on Kai's monologues of life and his journey to find his purpose in life. Excuse me, what!!!, That makes me seem I am depressed, I am fucking not!!! -Join him on his journey of badminton and contemplate thoughts about life. It's not that deep, dude, stop!!! -Junior school last year arc is undergoing.

"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not." - Blaise Pascal She spent their whole life chasing to bring him back. She lost an arm fighting him and still reached for him with the other. She faced his hatred with a will so strong it felt like the sun's rays had kissed his skin again at last. She saved him from drowning in his own darkness. She called him her friend. Now he was back, and she finally stopped chasing. She trusted him not to run anymore. She called him her friend. But was that really all they were? ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY BELONG SOLEY TO KISHIMOTO.

"Not a replacement. Just presence."

This story is about the quiet moments people overlook-the pauses between laughter, the spaces where something beautiful almost happens. It follows a boy whose life was once loud with warmth, then suddenly left echoing with absence. Time moves forward, but some feelings refuse to follow. Instead, they settle softly, waiting, growing, learning how to exist without answers. At its heart, this is a story about love that never asks to be chosen, about places that heal without speaking, and about hope that survives even when it hurts. It isn't about endings or beginnings-it's about what remains in between, where memory stays alive and the heart keeps learning how to wait.

On New Year's night, Noor is assigned a psychological evaluation that is meant to end with a report. Ishaan, a corporate decision-maker under review, is not looking for understanding-only judgement. What begins as a professional assessment slowly unfolds into something more difficult to measure. As conversations deepen and silences grow heavier, both are forced to confront responsibility, restraint, and the quiet cost of the choices they live with. The Evaluation is a slow-burn story about ethics, unspoken emotion, and what happens when professional distance is tested.

Title: Love Author: William Sanders Description: They were born into wealth. Raised by expectations. And quietly starved of sincerity. Charles Leigh has spent his life searching for meaning, afraid that everything he is might lead nowhere. Eleanor Sinclair has spent her life meeting perfection, afraid that no one has ever truly chosen her. They meet at nineteen-when they are already tired, already guarded, already afraid of hope. This is not a story about money. It's a story about longing. About pressure. About two people who had everything, except the one thing they were looking for. A story about finding meaning in another person. A story about love that doesn't demand perfection.

Alex has always noticed soft things first. A slow-burn YA story about growing up, inheritance, and the quiet moment before the world changes forever. Before Flight blends emotional realism with mythic undercurrents, following Alex as her life begins to fracture in subtle, irreversible ways.

Drawn to a forgotten practice room, a young pianist chasing a legacy that isn't hers must learn to release perfection and listen for the one voice she's never allowed herself to hear - her own.

What if the universe could think, and didn't understand itself? Dreamer of the Void follows a cosmic consciousness as it becomes aware of motion, change, and the strange tension of containing everything while belonging nowhere. Told as a quiet inner monologue, this story explores existence from the inside of infinity.

Follow the journey of two friends whose lives are forever changed after a cosmic event unleashes the forces of both the dead and the divine upon their world. Too young to abandon everything, yet too old to truly hold on, they strive to walk a path in between. Under the watch of the ambiguous guide, Kira, they seek to uncover the secrets of the universe, existence, and the true meaning of life. Join this philosophical adventure to enjoy meaningful writing and thoughtful world building!

Anthology of poems written from 2022-2026

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we builds altars from the fragments of a fractured world-raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. Drawing from the grit of noir nights and the quiet fire of Catholic introspection, these poems unearth resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions yet clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulations, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, it champions practical gratitude over grand illusions-inviting you to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than the chaos. Perfect for readers craving poetry that bleeds honesty, critiques the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. Discover the spark of one blood's cry in a collection that lingers like a half-remembered dream.

Some choose their friends wisely, some choose isolation instead, some might mix the two, most throw those all to the few who think too heavily in their heads Heavy was mine Too heavy to contain Hysteria met my libido Calamity met my psyche I was a simple man, meeting the simple requirements of a typical, nameless, speechless, worrying wreck like myself Yet distortions of the highest form came to me like moths to a flame Their arms embracing me with enticed fortunes of sex, lust, and ferocious substances Hedonism met my very being with further intent A vicious cycle that I had no say in Much to my disarray I would revel in such a change of form Vowing I'd die twice over just to relive this feeling again

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

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

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 :)

Tilly Diggory has spent her life running when things get too close. Learning to Stay is a soft, emotional story about love, loss, and what happens when leaving is no longer an option. Part 1/3

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?