Solitude Stories

ස්වර රටා මැවෙන පද පෙළක අරුමැසිය 🩷🩷🩷

Milow, adolescente solitaire et perdue, se sent étrangère à sa propre vie. Quand d'étranges détails surgissent dans sa famille, elle se demande si tout ce qu'elle croyait savoir n'est qu'un mensonge. En quête de réponses, elle découvre des vérités difficiles à affronter et une lueur d'espoir. Pour trouver le bonheur, il faut parfois accepter de souffrir et de se perdre en chemin.

Neil has mastered the art of disappearance. Fleeing a family betrayal and a life of gilded luxury, his only sanctuary is a quiet, unassuming rental house-a place where his solitude is his armor. His philosophy is simple: trust no one, need nothing. Then Avni arrives, a burst of chaotic sunshine claiming the house is hers. She needs to sell it to save her own future, and she sees Neil as nothing but a cold, stubborn obstacle. Forced into an uneasy truce, their co-existence sparks a war! **** This is yet another story of Avni and Neil in another universe. Please keep supporting.

"We say, 'I'm tired,' and someone replies, 'Everyone is.' We say, 'I'm struggling,' and they remind us someone else has it worse. So eventually, we stop speaking. Not because the pain disappears, but because we become fluent in silence." We spend our lives becoming the dependable one, the listener, the person who always laughs at the right moments and says, "I'm fine." But what happens when the room finally goes quiet, and there is no one left to perform for? Letters I Never Sent is an archive of quiet, unposted letters addressed to the parts of ourselves we bury beneath the noise of survival-our younger self, the people we couldn't save, the unreceived apologies, and the silent grief of growing older. You don't need a dramatic story for your sadness to be valid. You don't have to carry the mountain alone tonight. Sit down. Take a breath. This page doesn't need you to pretend.

Written in the silence of the heart, at the bottom of a quiet era, 30 Letters of Solitude is a collection of whispered thoughts, hidden wounds and feelings too deep for ordinary words. For the lonely soul, the restless mind and the heavy heart-these letters are a gentle place to rest. Sometimes, solitude is not emptiness. Sometimes, it's where the heart finally learns to speak

After Aditya finds himself in the middle of nowhere, his friends join his journey in uncovering what's hidden in the peaceful looking place. Seven Days. One Place. No Escape Enjoy the novel- and welcome to the Seven Days. Inspired by personal thoughts and fictional what-if scenarios. Copyright © 2025 SIMKAIRO This is an original work of fiction. All rights are reserved by the author.

An expression of order and chaos. Overthoughts, if you will. The title is misleading - these poems don't have any direct relation with chocolate (unfortunately). Silly rhymes at unusual times but I hope you're fine with these words of mine *Best served backwards.* This has been presently written on Wattpad and Blogger only. If you find this on any other platform, please do not proceed to use the app/website.

It's pretty as long as you never see the bleed. Content note: contains themes of suicide and loss.

A person deeply immersed in depression, trapped by constant negative thoughts about past failures and hurt caused to others. They feel isolated and unloved, struggling to express their immense pain and despair.

BLOCKTALES + TEEN!GN!READER STRICTLY PLATONIC. - When a thirteen year old wishes for a better life and begins to resort to looking to technology for comfort, they stumble upon a strange game named 'Blocktales' on Roblox, and decides to check it out. But when they get trapped in this said game, they find themselves traversing across its territories, and encountering many different people. Will they forever be stuck to this endless loop, or will they be able to return home? - CREDITS TO shalini ON PINTEREST (COVER)

Une lettre. Une déclaration à un amour qui n'existe certainement pas. Un crapaud qui se prend pour un grand homme...Enfin surtout l'inverse. Dans ce recueil, les voix changent, les histoires aussi. On y parle d'amour, d'absence, de liberté. Parfois avec tendresse, parfois avec colère, et avec un humour pas toujours très poli. Des textes courts, à lire dans l'ordre ou selon l'envie. Des sensations devenues des personnages, des lettres, des poèmes et des fables. Des morceaux de vies. À vous d'y retrouver un peu de la vôtre, ou d'imaginer la leur.

Un roman sur la solitude, les blessures invisibles et une rencontre qui change tout.

|| Highest Ranking - #7 in poetry || || Highest Ranking - #2 in debut|| || Highest Ranking - #12 in poetry collection out of 1.34K ranks|| || Highest Ranking - #14 in wattpadpoetry2019 || || Highest Ranking - #29 in solitude out of 1.95K ranks|| Featured in the @WattpadAnthologies account's Poetry Anthologies reading list ___ Hey guys!! This is a book consisting of the poems that I write. I wouldn't actually be updating it regularly as poetry doesn't just flow in an endless stream of words. The poems in here generally revolve around thoughts, emotions and feelings that we generally feel. I haven't specified on any topic such as heartbreak, love, friendship, happiness and the like. Hope everyone likes it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Copyright © by Mejososush _____ Awards : February is Love 2019 - Overall Winner The Rainbow Awards - Winner Soulvity (Contest six) - 1st place winner _____ #theseasonalcontests

Nights

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

©kaladisa, 2O22

Cherish is a girl who almost have everything, but she still feels lost despite everything she has.

and if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably. THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS. a poetry narration book. seopresso, 2017.

"Ab na koi gila hai, na koi malal hai, ye jo dil ka haal hai, bas waqt ka kamaal hai."

"The Abstract Called Love" explores the dissonance between the romanticized notion of love and the speaker's lived emotional reality. Through introspective questions and vivid imagery, the poem reflects on how language-especially phrases like "I love you"-can become hollow when detached from genuine feeling. It is a meditation on longing, disillusionment, and the search for authenticity in a world that often confuses affection with performance.