Silence Stories

"...The 2nd favorite to win, is Lady T!" A male announcer spoke over the loudspeaker, a female voice, the second announcer speaking. "No doubt about it, it's been seen over and over again at this track, that one of her best qualities is her endurance. So, I'm looking to see a good race, coming from her today." "It's true that her endurance is rather incredible, but will it be enough to tackle 1,700 meters in wet dirt? I think it'll all come down to her rivals today! An how well they perform." Walking out of the tunnel as they finished their commentarial assessment, they move onto me, the crowd erupts into cheers and shouts upon my revealing. "Speaking of Rivals, we've got someone with no shortage of rivalry's! The crowd favorite! And the favorite to win!" The male announced, the female announcer taking over, as I do not wave to anyone, I keep my head down, my blank, almost empty expression told of confliction. Approaching the start area, where others lye in wait. "Lexington has been on a incredible winning streak this year, in fact he's never lost a single race yet, since his debut last Fall. Though, none of these races were graded. So today, will be his first Graded race. I wonder, will he be able to keep up this incredible momentum he's created?" "I'd say a better question isn't rather he can keep up, but rather will he be able to run well in the dirt in these conditions?" "Rather he can or can't, I'm confident that he's going to make tonight's race an incredible one"

Anubhav Singh, a once-feared IB agent, returns from the brink of death, only to find his world irrevocably altered. Shot by his ex-lover, SHO Haseena Mallik, who had mistaken him for a traitor, Anubhav grapples with betrayal and a simmering fury. Haseena, tormented by her mistake and desperate for redemption, seeks to rekindle their fractured relationship. Yet, Anubhav's heart is a storm of anger and pain. Complicating matters, Amar Vidrohi, Haseena's devoted colleague, finds himself entangled in his own turbulent emotions for her, adding a layer of romantic conflict. As Haseena's dearest mother pressures her into a union with Amar, the stakes grow even higher. Amidst this emotional maelstrom, Anubhav receives chilling anonymous threats aimed at Haseena, pushing him into a heart-wrenching dilemma. Determined to protect her at all costs, he insists she stay away, even as his love for her burns brightly. Will Anubhav and Haseena overcome their turbulent past to find a future together, or will the silence between them prove to be their greatest barrier? Peep in to know more

Y/N L/N, a brand new trainer at Tracen Academy and a long-term fan of Uma Racing, is given the opportunity to create a team and a name for himself. Among those at the academy, Mejiro McQueen is one of the few to be taken under Y/N's wing, which results in more than just training. With a new goal and job, Y/N is expected to produce results. Can he live up to the trainers of the past? Or will his newfound career and dream end early? ------ This is going to be my first attempt at writing something non-cringeworthy in years. I hope this book is what some of you fellow McQueen fans have been looking for. Feel free to give any feedback, much appreciated! Also, I will not be following the anime plot line too strictly, however I do intend to follow it loosely for sake of moving the plot along smoothly along with some McQueen time in there. Thank you for reading! Cover Art by Hare Konatsu on Pixiv Umamusume belongs to Cygames

They say the mothers of today's generation want their daughters to be independent. They also say that the past was better, simpler, more virtuous. But was it really? If the old times were truly so good, then why did women feel compelled to change? Why do today's mothers insist that their daughters stand on their own feet? This novel is the story of Anju, told entirely in her own words. Anju is a middle-class woman from the millennial generation who lived sixty years of her life much like countless women of her time-quietly carrying responsibilities, suppressing desires, and accepting roles that were chosen for her long before she understood them. Through her memories, she revisits a world shaped by tradition, expectations, sacrifice, and unspoken rules that governed a woman's existence. As Anju reflects on her life, the reader is invited to question the nostalgia surrounding the "good old days." What was it about that era that forced women to adapt, endure, and eventually seek change? What did independence mean then, and why has it become a necessity now? This is not just Anju's story-it is the story of an entire generation of mothers whose lives quietly laid the foundation for the freedoms their daughters now seek.

Perfection is an art, if only it turns well with work. What if it gets used in your personal life too? Life turns out to be building a set of blocks, that gets placed in the same way as the other layer before, careless of building a rooftop.

For millennia, the Celestial Court ruled with perfect, stifling order. But when a strange "Silent Rain" begins to bleach the world of color, sound, and memory, the gods discover an enemy they cannot fight. Jian, the weary Jade Emperor, watches as prayers fall silent and villages turn to serene, grey stone. The invader is Hades, a god of a foreign pantheon, who offers not destruction, but a chilling gift: an end to all strife, all pain, all noise-an eternal, peaceful oblivion. As divine armies shatter against this uncanny foe and heaven's own court fractures with fear and treachery, Jian realizes the old ways are doomed. To save a world worth saving, he must become what he once despised. He will forge an alliance of the unfit. A mortal cartographer who maps despair. A bound trickster spirit who trades in chaos. A besieged king of the dead. The wretched, hungry ghosts of the underworld. With these unlikely allies, Jian must wage a war not of force, but of memory, of noise, of fragile, stubborn life. He will bargain with nightmares, wield time as a weapon, and sacrifice his own purity to outmaneuver an enemy whose ultimate goal is to make the universe forget it ever existed. The Cracking of Heaven is a breathtaking epic of cosmic diplomacy and intimate sacrifice, where the fate of all things hinges not on a hero's blade, but on a gardener's patience, a cartographer's insight, and the defiant, beautiful noise of a single, off-key song.

"𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- a forty-five minute detention forces two teenagers together and- -somewhere between them, their hearts find the same beat. park sunghoon x famale oc crush series #01. started: 26th January 2026 ended: ongoing © cheapwineaftersex.

Hyacinth lives by careful choices - careful words, careful silences and carefully built spaces. Her life is steady, intentional, and shaped by what she chooses not to revisit. When someone familiar returns as a stranger, she is asked to stand at the edge of what once was and what can never be again. As she lends her hands to building a future that no longer belongs to her, Hyacinth must decide what truths deserve a voice and which must remain buried.

Your presence felt like being understood without having to explain.

The Fragmented Trilogy || Series #1 "Cradled In Your Silence" Azlyn Latisha "Azlyn" Vasquez & Kyzier Rio "Kyrie" Galveston After years of living in the U.S., Azlyn returns to Manila to study at St. Aurelius University (SAU). Excited but anxious, she struggles to fit into a world that feels familiar yet strange. Kyrie on the other hand, a patient and observant senior, notices her quiet struggles. As they cross paths, he becomes the steady presence she never knew she needed. But will Azlyn let herself trust him, or will her fear push him away before they can truly connect?

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 - 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎." When no one listened, Mira kept talking. To empty rooms. To a heart that kept breaking. To Kanha - when the world felt too loud and people felt too distant. This is not a love story. This is a story of healing that wasn't linear, of mistakes made while trying to survive, of faith whispered at 2 a.m., and conversations no one ever heard. A year in fragments. A girl learning how to stay. And a silence that changed everything.

This is not a love story. This is a conversation with Allah. Pages written in silence, tears, and unanswered prayers. Maybe someone will read and recognize their own heart. And even if no one does - Allah is reading. That is enough.

Losing myself in the ocean of grief...I lost you too...only to realize that you are also drowning in the same ocean...I tried to grab you but it was too late...but still I won't give up until I find the way back to you...

Their LOVE is QUIET - not the loud kind, but one that lingers in unspoken moments and longs stares. SHE lives in memories of her late long-term boyfriend/fiancé, while HE lives in the shadow of her grief - loving her anyway. When SHE decides to let him go, out of guilt, HE doesn't chase HER - not because he stopped loving her, but because he finally understood that love also means freeing her and himself. THEIR love story becomes about GRIEF, ACCEPTANCE, SELF-LOVE, and REDISCOVERING LOVE IN SILENCE - where letting go becomes the ultimate act of love. BUT in the end, they become each other's STRENGTH, at the same time, WEAKNESS.

if you want me to write something I do request just lmk:]* Wildflowers Over the Tall Field of Grass is a collection of poems, thoughts, and emotions that weave together in different shapes and forms. It's about beauty growing over what already exists - delicate feelings layered across wide, open fields. new poems weekly. The title is one of my favorite metaphors I've ever written. It can be interpreted in many ways: strength and softness, contrast and coexistence, what stands out and what quietly holds everything together. Take in every word slowly. Let it mean whatever it needs to mean to you. Happy reading. 🌾

So this is about what actually goes on in a lot of teenagers lives and all of this is from a teen's POV. Some of it has something to do with my life, some things other. TW: SH, ED

Ever since the silence began, the world has been wrong. People lose whole days-forgotten, erased- as if their emotions are being swallowed by something unseen. Joy. Fear. Pain. All of it... fading. But Jiwoo hears what no one else can: Emotions making noise. A trembling echo when fear rises, a sharp crack when anger shatters, a low hum when grief tries to breathe. And when the seventh tone awakens inside her skull, the lights flicker- time stutters- and a voice whispers from the empty air: "Hear the seventh tone." Something is breaking. Something is calling. And Jiwoo is the only one who can hear it.

A peaceful full moon night , a silent balcony, and emotions , that fells heavier than they look. A short story about quite pain and unspoken feelings.