Words To Unwritten

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

Now, as life begins to pull them in different directions, their silent love is at risk of being lost forever. Will they finally find the words to confess before it's too late, or will their love story remain one of the greatest things never said? a slow-burn, emotional romance about two people who fell in love without saying a single word—but must find the courage to finally speak!!!

When ex-detective Liam Voss finds a journal hinting at his sister’s unsolved vanishing, he’s thrust into a nightmare of cryptic clues and carved words—each marking a life stolen by a ruthless secret society. Teaming with a rogue journalist, Liam races across the globe to unravel a conspiracy tied to an ancient entity that feeds on disappearances. But the closer he gets, the more his reality frays—nightmares bleed into daylight, allies turn to enemies, and the truth claws at his sanity. With the clock ticking to the thirteenth hour, Liam must face the ultimate question: save his sister or stop a god from rewriting the world? Dive into a pulse-pounding thriller where every word could be your last!

Ayat never wanted this marriage. Ayan loved someone else. Forced into a bond neither of them chose, they found themselves trapped in a loveless relationship—or so they thought. As time passed, Ayat’s kindness and patience melted Ayan’s resistance, and love unexpectedly bloomed between them. Through hardships and happiness, they stood by each other, proving that love wasn’t just about choice—it was about fate. But just when everything seemed perfect, Ayat’s past returned, bringing a storm that shattered their fragile happiness. A single misunderstanding was enough for Ayan to walk away. He left, choosing distance over doubt. Will their love survive, or is this the end of a story that was never meant to begin?

"The ocean took everything from him—his memories, his past, even his name. When Eddy opens his eyes, he's met with unfamiliar faces and a world that no longer feels like his own. Rescued by Mr. Dand, a kind stranger, Eddy finds refuge in his home. As he navigates this new life, he develops feelings for Artur, Mr. Dand's son. But the past never stays buried. As Eddy's memories begin to resurface, he must confront the truth about his identity and the life he left behind. Will he still want that life back, or will his heart remain with Artur?"

Eleanor Whitmore has always lived by the rules—born into wealth, bound by duty, and expected to follow a path carefully laid out for her. But when she crosses paths with Sebastian Cavendish, a man who thrives in the spaces between convention and chaos, her world tilts on its axis. He is everything she has been warned against—reckless, enigmatic, and dangerously captivating. Their connection is immediate, electric, yet fraught with tension. Sebastian sees the fire beneath Eleanor’s poised exterior, the yearning for something more. With each encounter, he challenges her to step beyond the gilded walls of expectation and into the unknown. But straying from her carefully constructed life comes at a cost. As whispers of scandal begin to swirl and family loyalties are tested, Eleanor must decide—will she surrender to a future chosen for her or risk everything for a love that defies the rules? A tale of passion, defiance, and the irresistible pull of fate, Whispers of Fate is an enthralling romance that proves that sometimes, the greatest risk of all is following your heart.

To Love, To Lose, To Heal is a poignant journey through love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It follows a soul who loved deeply, lost painfully, and is now left to pick up the shattered pieces of a heart that once beat for another. In a world where love is both salvation and destruction, the struggle with lingering emotions, haunting memories, and the weight of what could have been. Torn between holding on and letting go, between the past and an uncertain future, they must confront their pain, their fears, and the truth they’ve been avoiding, healing isn’t about forgetting; it’s about finding the strength to live again. This novel is a raw, intimate exploration of love’s beautiful agony, the wounds it leaves behind, and the resilience it takes to rise again. To Love, To Lose, To Heal is for anyone who has ever loved too much, lost too deeply, and still found the courage to heal.

Two young adults go on a journey to loving each other In the most desired ways after coming to a clash at a college university. Through ups and downs, they discovered each other and let absolutely nobody define their connection.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

Shontose, you are not powerless. Wielder of words. Master of pages. If the world has taken a dark turn, and the road ahead has grown dim, you know what to do. Write. She opened her painfully bloodshot eyes. Her body too broken to obey her command, sprawled on the stone ground, and half drowned in a pool of her own blood, felt hollow and lifeless. No, in fact this body couldn't be hers. It was and empty shell, and she was not dead. This one thing at last she was assured.

We’ve all had those moments—the kind that stops us in our tracks, steals our breath, and makes us see life differently. It could be a fleeting conversation, a mistake that stings, a kindness we never expected or even the realization that everything we believed… Everything we've ever known wasn’t quite right. Some lessons come like whispers, soft but impossible to ignore. Others hit like a tidal wave, knocking the wind out of us, and some come in the form of fictional short stories that resonate with us, But no matter how they arrive, they change something inside us forever. The Moment It Hit Me is a collection of those turning points—snapshots of clarity, reality, heartbreak, hope, and growth—all wrapped up in a thousand words. Each chapter comes with a different short story, some fictional, some from my own experiences and anecdotes from others' experiences. Some will make you laugh, others might sting, some will teach you new things about self-care, mental height, and emotional balance and a few will stay with you long after you turn the page. Because sometimes, all it takes is one moment to change everything. Let me share with you The Moment It Hit me, because, It Just Might Hit You too. I'm writing this because I believe that, sometimes readers need a break from traditional fiction to connect with something more grounded in real-life experiences. So be sure to share your life-changing experiences in the comment session, so we can all learn from this.

Whispers of an Unwritten City is a collection of short myths and urban legends from Colombia, where forgotten gods, ancient curses, and modern stories blend to reveal the hidden soul of the cities. Through these tales, the author seeks to capture the magic, mystery, and raw essence of Colombian culture.

My new name is valerian Alaricus Nyxbane. And I found myself waking up in a reality that felt utterly alien. The last thing I remember? A scuffle with some kid—just another typical brawl. But this time, he actually fought back. I can’t recall the moment that sent me spiraling into darkness, only the jarring impact of my head against the pavement… and then, silence. When I finally opened my eyes, everything had transformed. Memories that didn’t belong to me tangled with my own, a life I had never lived crashing into my consciousness like a tidal wave. That’s when the truth hit me like a freight train. First: I had somehow been yanked into a world I recognized all too well. Second: I wasn’t just a minor player in this story. I was one of the two main characters. But to everyone else, I was the villain. Not a clever mastermind, not a tragic figure—no. I was the annoying, inconsequential obstacle. A spoiled, arrogant young master destined for ridicule. The kind of guy people wanted to see fail spectacularly. The one who strutted around like he owned the place, only to be overshadowed by the true hero. And that hero? The one fated to save this world? Yeah. It was the very kid who had knocked me out. The same boy I had bullied for years was now destined to be the champion of this tale. A tale set in a realm on the brink of annihilation—devastating wars, lurking disasters, a future spiraling into chaos. And at the end of it all, looming like a specter, was the Umbral Monarch, the final, unyielding adversary. But that was the conclusion. Right now, I had to navigate the treacherous beginning. Could I defy a fate etched in stone? Could I resist in a game where I was meant to be the punchline? Absolutely not. That’s not happening. I refused to be a passive spectator in my own downfall. If the odds were stacked against me, I’d simply change the game. "If destiny thinks it can dictate my path, then I’ll just turn the tables." …Yet, I quickly learned that destiny doesn’t take kindly to defiance. The price of altering my fate turned out to be far steeper than I could have ever anticipated.

Trei was a normal agnostic highschool boy, who was obsessed with a universe which existed only inthe pages of his book. Black Sun. One day on his way to a debate competition, te entire universe...just ends. The gods of various religions teleport the souls of humanity to a giant void, to be judged, whether they go to the afterlife of their beliefs, end up in a void. Trei, goes last, he gets judged, they find not a trace of favour or distaste for any belief, and he doesn't seem to be interested in any of the given options. so there transmigrate him to another universe, similar to that of his novel, ends up in the body of Aleiric. only catch;the gods wiped his memories of certain events in the lore of his book

What if your story was never meant to exist? In a world governed by narrative laws—where destinies are written, roles assigned, and power is born from plotlines—Aerin Vale is an anomaly. Born without a prophecy, unblessed by fate, and ignored by the grand script of the world, he is a blank page in a world of epic tales and tragic heroes. But when a forbidden ritual throws him into the heart of the Echo Library—a metaphysical vault of failed timelines and forgotten lives—Aerin awakens a terrifying power: the ability to rewrite his own story through death. Now hunted by genre enforcers, echo-harvesters, and gods of ink and flame, Aerin must walk the path of the Narrative Divergent—challenging archetypes, stealing plot armor, and severing prophecy threads. With a cursed blade born from his first death and a grimoire that records every echo of failure, he begins a descent into a world where power is forged from paradox and survival demands meta-awareness. As war erupts between fate-bound heroes, tragedy incarnates, and narrative editors, Aerin must face twisted versions of himself, unearth the truth behind the Unwritten Sovereign, and become the author of a story that was never supposed to be told. This is not a hero’s journey. This is the rebellion of the forgotten chapter.

Dark clouds rolled over Entoria, and with them came a snowstorm and monsters once thought to be fantasy. Entoria was turned from a prosperous country to a tundra wasteland in a single year. After the bloodshed settled, a large sum of the survivors began to awaken supernatural powers.  ‘Originators’, they were called. These people gained the ability to manifest their Spirit into reality to fight back against the monsters which now inhabit the land.  Follow the story of various Originators 4 years after the disaster, having adjusted to life in this cold wasteland.  A story not for the light-hearted. 

In a world created by a long-dead deity, those who are erased from existence are condemned to spend eternity in a forsaken realm. Malphas, a frail and forgotten boy, has lived his life in this desolate prison. Fueled by a promise to a mother-like figure who cared for him in the darkness, he uses his latent abilities to escape, emerging in a new world with a mysterious power known as "The X-Factor." Armed with this new ability, Malphas swears vengeance on the deities responsible for creating the nightmarish realm he once called home. His goal is simple: to destroy the gods who condemned his soul to an eternity of suffering. But as he embarks on his journey of revenge, he encounters people who challenge his views and his motivations. As Malphas begins to form new bonds and see the world through different eyes, he grapples with the path he has chosen. Will his thirst for revenge consume him, or will the connections he forms reshape his none existed destiny? ------- Upload schedule: Whenever I feel like it (I’m still in school so I got priorities)

"I...will...not...Lose" these are the Words that Haunted Seth For Years. Seth a child who was abounded by his parents near Verlmon River was found stranded by a Farmer Named Gin. The Farmer raised him as his own and gave him all the love he needed - at an age of three Seth had a Nightmare that Haunted him to the point that its affected his mental health and made him bedridden throughout his early childhood. At the age of 10 during an assault of the Ergaster people he underwent an accidence that changed him for the rest of his life.

"Spoken Yet Unspoken Words" captures the heart of what so often goes unsaid. The feelings, the longings, and the moments left unspoken between those who matter most. It's about the silence that speaks louder than any words ever could, the kind that settles in the spaces between two people who share something deep, but aren't always able to express it. In this story, you'll meet characters who hold onto emotions they can't quite voice. Their hearts are full, but their mouths stay shut, trapped by the weight of their own fears, insecurities, and the vulnerability of being in situations they cannot really help. It's the quiet pain of wanting to say something, but never finding the right moment or the right words, to make it real. The love, the regret, the unspoken apologies, they all live in these unsaid words, and they hurt in ways that are impossible to explain. There is a tension in the silence, a pull between what they feel and what they can say. But sometimes, the most intense emotions are those we can't express aloud. There's a tenderness in those moments of stillness, when two people understand each other without needing to speak. It's as if the space between them is full of everything they wish they could say, but don't. This story explores the complexity of human connection, the way we communicate through gestures, glances, and the quiet moments where we say so much without opening our mouths. It's about love that is held back by fear, friendships strained by things left unsaid, and the raw, vulnerable part of being human. Because sometimes, the hardest thing is to admit what we truly feel, even when the whole world seems to be asking for it. If you've ever held your tongue when you wanted to speak, if you've ever let words slip through your fingers without saying them to the person who needed to hear them, this story is for you. It's about the emotions that are too big for words, the love that stays even when it isn't spoken aloud.

The world awakens, dungeons form, animals and plants mutate, the gods spectate the world's happenings and find people they think are interesting, and humans gain powers and systems that are tailored to them (They're all the same thing, just with different designs). The usual stuff. It just so happens that our main character's version of the system is, for better or lack of words...flawed. --- Disclaimer: NSFW content will be marked accordingly: N+ for 18+, N- for darker themes, and N for a mix of both. Updates will aim for a chapter every week, with the potential for more depending on my schedule. Your feedback and ideas are greatly appreciated, even if it's just a "good job" or complete negativity. Questions are also welcome.

In a world where history itself can be erased, one young man finds himself caught in the unraveling of reality. The story follows Caelum Dain, a solitary scholar within an ancient, shifting labyrinth of forgotten knowledge. When books begin vanishing without a trace - and with them, the very memories of their existence -Caelum and his closest ally, Lyra, embark on a perilous journey to uncover the truth hidden beneath centuries of silence. But they are not alone. Cloaked figures known as the Veilkeepers guard the secrets of the Library, enforcing an unspoken law that even they may not fully understand. As Caelum and Lyra delve deeper into the restricted archives, they discover that the erasures extend far beyond mere words and manuscripts. Entire names, places, and histories have disappeared - swallowed by an unknown force that no one remembers. The deeper they search, the more they risk losing themselves to the very thing they seek to fight. With every forgotten word, the past reshapes itself, and the truth grows more elusive. Can Caelum defy the cycle of erasure, or will he, too, be wiped from existence before he can uncover the final secret?

In a world where desire is power, Selene Valtoria, a fallen noblewoman, is cursed with a body that no man can resist and a mind sharper than any blade. Betrayed, sold into slavery, and forced into submission, she awakens an ancient, forbidden magic that allows her to turn the tables on those who seek to use her. Now, with lust as her greatest weapon, Selene must navigate a world where men crave her, women envy her, and enemies fear her. But as she walks the path of seduction and destruction, she must choose—consume the world in passion and vengeance, or surrender to a love that threatens to tame her darkness.

Stuck in the worst dream possible – the reality of my own creation. Here I am, not the all-powerful author, but an unsuspecting character, woken up in a beggar's body in the world of my own novel. How? Why? I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to survive. My memories of the story's plot are sketchy at best, but I remember enough to know I've got to stick to the main storyline. Life-or-death decisions, cryptic mysteries, formidable enemies, I wrote them all. Now I must face them firsthand. The irony would be delicious if it weren't so deadly. Am I stuck in my worst nightmare or have I been given a chance to rewrite my destiny? Only time will tell. Until then, I’ve got to survive in this Insane world, a plot to follow, and one hell of a story to write... by living it.

When I was born my parents were given a paper full of my name, gender, creed, age, ethnicity, address, and my parents' names. In the bottom. There was a written sentence in bold, red that warned: " PLEASE DON'T LOSE THE PAPER" Those red words have taken their role in messing up my life. Four years later, I started to read and write simple things like my name and age. One day while my mom was preparing papers for traveling, she took the paper and put it on the bed. I said my name and she said correct, I wondered and I asked: " Mom what do the red words mean?" -The Red Words by Asala Riziq