Things We Say In The Dark

Lein Arcel was a young man. He lived in a world where everything depended on the supernatural strength known as "Flux". Lein couldn't remember who he was or his parents, all he recalled were moments of gazing at the dark sky in the midnight. His quest for his self-discovery became an oddysey, fueled by an emotions he encountered and the mysteries of his own Cause, with the insanity mind he have. But... a sudden incident emerged: a Heavenly Genocide. The event forced Lein to fight for survival against a massive slaughter perpetrated by entities from the heavens. The realms divided into five worlds, including the realm of Earth, the realm of Reckoning, the realm of Redemption, the realm of Hell, and lastly the realm of Heaven... The abode of holy beings that ultimately attack the realm of Earth. Lein and his friends, Reo and Grace, fled their city to escape the widespread destruction, making their way to Medarie Capital City, a place none of them had ever seen before. It was currently the safest haven, serving as the largest evacuation center in the Celestial region. Determined to reclaim their world, Lein, Reo, and Grace joined the military academy in Medarie Capital City. There, they pushed themselves through grueling training, determined to find a way to counter the angelic forces that had brought destruction to their homeland. In a world plunged into chaos, Lein and his two friends fought bravely against the angels to protect the realm of Earth...

what do want from me. mind games, labyrinths, videogames, I have it all but, you have none.

Have you ever wondered what happens after death? Will it be paradise? Follow Hybris, a man reborn in a strange world called Tellus — a place of magic, monsters, and mystery. He wakes trapped in a steel box, like a coffin, waiting to be released into a deadly trial to prove his worth — or die a second time. Will he stay sane, or delve into his lunacy? Do you want to see the pretty things beneath the earth?

She loved him in silence. He saw her as home. Rayya has been in love with her best friend Gian since their second year of college. But bound by a promise never to fall for each other, she chooses silence over confession. When Gian begins dating someone else, Rayya’s quiet world starts to unravel. Anonymous poems, late-night umbrella walks, and near-confessions build a story of love that aches in every unspoken word. Will she ever tell him? Or will her love remain just another poem that never reached him?

Synopsis of Behind the Curtains: In a world plunged into chaos and madness, countless malevolent creatures lurk in the shadows, watching the innocent like wolves circling lambs. Demons, eldritch gods, vengeful spirits, and twisted abominations run rampant. Hell is empty—its horrors walk the Earth. As an angel born of light, there is no choice but to ignite the holy flame... and join the hunt. Years later, Gabrielle—slayer of uncountable demon hounds—stands before an ancient god of corruption and says coldly: "You refuse to believe in God, and yet you won’t die either." "You’re really making this difficult for me."

"This is the story of a girl who doesn't truly know who she is. She feels as though she's walking alone on an endless road made of glass - fragile, beautiful, and dangerous - chasing a destination that always slips just beyond her reach. Behind her, she sets fire to every path she's crossed, knowing there's nothing left for her if she turns back." "Inside her, two versions of herself battle silently. One is gentle, sweet-spoken like honey, easily frightened, always smiling, and often in tears. The other is cold - a fearless creature that dances with danger, thirsts for blood, and is consumed by madness. She hates herself with a passion so deep, it burns through her sanity." "She thinks the soft girl inside her has already died... But she hasn't. And one day, the mad, twisted side of her will finally kill whatever's left - leaving behind nothing but a complete monster."

Bloom in the dark Somewhere, at the edge that devours light, a man with no memory awakens… And inside him, a locked door— its key smeared with blood. Flowers bloom out of season, notebooks split open, names written in a familiar hand, and a river carrying more than water > Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All events, characters, and place names are products of the author's imagination. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. The cities, characters, and institutions depicted in this story are entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representations of real-world counterparts.

The world didn't end with a bang. No fire. No warning. Just silence. Jason Wright and his family now live buried beneath the surface, sealed in a high-tech bunker designed for survival—not comfort. With no messages from the outside and no clear explanation for the collapse, days blur into one another. Their only certainty is isolation. But what really happened out there? Was it a disaster... or something intentional? Is there still life beyond the bunker walls? Are their friends, lovers, extended family still alive—or long gone? How long can a family endure in such close confinement before old roles shift and new attractions emerge? Can Jason carry the weight of responsibility when the world above offers no answers—and the world below begins to fracture? And if he ever gets out of the bunker... what will Jason find waiting for him outside? — Author Notes — This is my first novel. It’s a character-driven, slow-burn psychological drama set in a post-apocalyptic bunker, exploring the effects of prolonged isolation, moral collapse, and shifting family dynamics. The story includes mature themes and emotional complexity. >Content Warnings / Themes: #Incest (gradual tension, emotional and/or physical) #Moral ambiguity #Post-apocalyptic survival #Isolation & mental strain #Power dynamics within a confined space #Yuri >Why I’m Writing This: I'm writing this story to push my own boundaries as a author and to explore difficult questions about ethics, survival, and human psychology when stripped of societal norms. This project is a learning process for me. I'm not aiming for perfection—I’m aiming to grow. So if you read this and feel something—anything—I’d truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, whether it’s about pacing, dialogue, characters, or anything else. Please let me know what worked for you and what didn’t. Thanks for giving it a chance.

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

Jihun Park has never needed words. The youngest heir to the Park empire carries his father’s intensity and his mother’s quiet resilience—but none of their hard-won ease with love. Where Jae spoke through actions and Mira through stubbornness, Jihun simply doesn’t speak at all. Until her. Lee Nari doesn’t have time for brooding heirs with pretty eyes and a strawberry milk addiction. A scholarship student at Seoul National’s elite business program, she’s too busy clawing her way out of her family’s debts to decode the silent boy who watches her like she’s the only person in the room. But when a class project forces them together, Nari discovers the truth: Jihun isn’t quiet because he’s arrogant. He’s quiet because he’s terrified—of the legacy he carries, of the words that won’t come, of becoming a ghost in his own story. And Nari? She’s never been afraid to speak her mind.

My name is Lucian. I was once a bringer of light, a servant to the noble ideals I once wished to preserve. But now? I am the unholy offspring of life. Maybe I was like this from the beginning. For I am the son of darkness, the foulest sin of life. From now on I am no longer Lucian, the light bringer. I will be reborn as Asura! Master of oblivion and I shall make them regret my unholy birth. I shall unleash the demons of the abyss and drown the realms in blood. I will become a god amongst the demons and punish those that denied me my freedom. I promise to make them writhe in agony just as they made me. I will burn their hypocritical ideals to ash! No!!! I shall burn all the realms to ash until there's nothing left but silence. And then maybe I can finally have my eternal slumber, but until then… I will be the dark in light.

Am I a woman or a man? The question doesn't make sense at all. Can't Lufe see what's down in the pants? Everything doesn't make sense. Even the fact that he/she stood in a world where everything is alive—wait even rocks? EVERYTHING! Read 10 chapters first. Woe to the HM(me) if I disappoint you otherwise leave a review. Welcome on board—on this exciting journey!

One night I finally finished my long playthrough of a fantasy academy game notorious for its difficulty, the next morning I woke up as a spy sent by the evil organization in the game to infiltrate the academy... I'm fucked.

The first day of school doesn't go as planned. Nikko is late and he's literally running to school. He's so nervous, and the random guy that laughed at him while rushing through a crossroad, didn't add up to his mood.... If you prefer to read on wattpad you can check my account there! @Nikko04x *I am not an owner of the cover photo*

When Elias touches the forgotten mirror in his mother’s room, it doesn’t show a reflection— it opens a door. To memories he never made. To futures he should never see. And to a version of himself… that should not exist. Now, Elias must uncover the truth before the mirror finishes what it started. Because some reflections don’t look back. They look through.

Some stories aren’t meant for the daylight. In The Stories I Tell in the Dark, a father shares eerie, emotional, and quietly terrifying tales with his son — stories that twist the ordinary into the unsettling. These are short stories for those who enjoy a different kind of horror: the kind that lingers, that whispers, that waits. Each tale stands alone, but together they form a haunting collection about the shadows we live with, the places we shouldn’t go, and the things we only speak of when the lights are out.

A quiet driver. A city full of stories. Each ride reveals a hidden life — a mother stretched thin, a young man with nowhere to go, a girl fleeing grief. In silence, they begin to connect. Things We Lost in the Miles is a tender literary drama about loneliness, fleeting encounters, and the strangers who sometimes save us.

Kimberly est secrètement amoureuse de Jordan Collins, un célèbre basketteur de son lycée, depuis un bon moment. Sa fascination pour lui est telle qu'elle le stalkait assidûment sur tous les réseaux sociaux, que ce soit Facebook, Snapchat, TikTok ou même Tinder. Son obsession est si profonde qu'elle avait même choisi "Jordanlebg" comme mot de passe Wifi, un choix qui s'est retourné contre elle lorsque son voisin a réussi à pirater son ordinateur pour se connecter à son réseau. Mais là n’est pas le pire, son voisin en question se trouve être le meilleur ami de Jordan, et il a maintenant un accès privilégié à la vie de Kimberly et sait presque tout sur ses sentiments pour Jordan. Face à cette situation délicate, Kimberly se demande quoi faire. Devrait-elle prendre le risque de révéler ses sentiments à Jordan au risque d’être rejetée ou devrait-elle garder son secret pour elle-même ? "- Et puis, putain, je te jure que si tu lui dis, je porte plainte pour piratage informatique. - Et moi pour harcèlement. Je suis sûr que ça intéresserait les flics de savoir que tu stalkes les gens. C’est à se demander si tu n'as pas une photo nue de lui. - Ah, ta gueule !", meugle-t-elle, énervée. Bradley glousse, son regard moqueur se pose sur elle alors qu'il s'humecte lentement les lèvres, laissant planer un suspense taquin dans l'air chargé d'électricité. - Ça fait combien de temps que tu es amoureuse de lui?" lance-t-il, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, cherchant à percer le mystère qui entoure les sentiments de la jeune fille. - D-deux ans," répond-elle du tac au tac, sa voix légèrement tremblante trahissant une émotion contenue depuis trop longtemps. Et là, c'est la goutte d'eau qui fait déborder le vase. Bradley éclate de rire, un rire contagieux qui résonne dans la pièce, secouant son corps de spasmes incontrôlables. Puis, soudain, son expression se fait plus sérieuse, son regard plongeant dans celui de la jeune fille avec une intensité troublante. - Merde, t'as quel âge, 15 ans?" lance-t-il, mêlant moquerie et incrédulité, avant d'être interrompu par un soupire agacé de la part de Beverly , qui réplique avec une pointe d’énervement: "Vas te faire foutre!" - Mais plus sérieusement, tu es mignonne et tout, mais..." Il s'interrompt, la dévisageant d'un air critique, son regard balayant son apparence de haut en bas avec une franchise désarmante . "Mais je ne pense pas que Jordan serait intéressé par une fille qui porte encore une culotte Hello Kitty," lâche-t-il finalement, pointant du doigt un détail embarrassant que la jeune fille n'avait pas remarqué. Instinctivement, elle baisse les yeux sur son pantalon, réalisant avec horreur qu'elle a oublié de refermer sa fermeture éclair. Son visage s'empourpre instantanément, trahissant son embarras dans un éclat de rouge vif qui contraste avec la gravité de la situation.

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

Short Synopsis: The Light That Fell Between When Reyansh, a reclusive photographer, captures the fleeting smile of a mysterious mute girl, he doesn’t expect his life to change. But Aira’s silence holds secrets, and her presence begins to unravel the shadows of his past. As their worlds collide, light and grief dance in quiet moments — and Reyansh must choose between staying in the dark or following the light that fell between them.

In this intimate blend of haikus, short poems, and razor-sharp reflections, Dem Blake dismantles silence and sculpts emotion with surgical precision. From heartbreak to power, seduction to betrayal, each piece is a glimpse into a mind that feels too deeply and trusts too rarely. This isn’t a book of love poems. It’s a book of control, release, and the soft war between wanting to be known—and refusing to be owned. These are the things he never said out loud. Until now.

Who says you can't love someone while also feeling hate? Who says a person’s name must be tied to their family? Who says love has to come easily? Who says you should always rely on your family? Who says who is bad and who is good in this world? Who says your voice can't bring pleasure to others? Who says friends are just friends? Who says a broken promise can't be fixed over time? Who says your closest friend always puts you first? Who says a dream can't turn into a nightmare? Who says the best strategy can’t backfire? Who says a ring is just an accessory? Who says you can't love someone so deeply that you'd sacrifice everything for them, even yourself…? Who says legal mafias don't exist anymore? No one can tell you what’s right or wrong...

Haters to lovers

Le Silence Au-Delà de Toute Chose” Et s’il existait une présence si fondamentale qu’aucune idée ne puisse la contenir ? Une entité si étrangère que même le concept d’existence ou de non-existence s’effondre à son contact ? Dans un cosmos sculpté par les courants du Réalisme Modal, où chaque pensée donne naissance à un monde réel, les lignées de dieux, les Ordres Taoïstes, et les Gardiens de la Cause s’affrontent dans l’ombre d’un effondrement ontologique imminent. L’équilibre entre les réalités possibles s’effrite, percé par une structure que rien ne semble pouvoir définir, une faille silencieuse dans la logique de tout ce qui fut jamais possible. Anameon, entité muette, source et silence de toute chose, se révèle peu à peu dans les fractures de la narration. Non pas en tant que force, mais en tant que négation de toute structure, dissolvant même la notion de pouvoir. Kaelen, dernier témoin du Tao Divisé, cherche à comprendre ce qu’il ne peut embrasser. Et dans sa quête, il découvre que le monde… n’est peut-être jamais né.

James came to Princeton to escape a past he won’t talk about, a past he thinks may have cost him everything, including God’s forgiveness. He doesn’t want closure. He only wants God's mercy. Tami, on the other hand, isn’t trying to be a detective. She’s just bored… or so she says. When she notices James at church and sends an anonymous message for fun, she doesn’t expect to care. But his silence, His mystery, It’s messing with her head more than she’d like to admit. In a campus where everyone’s pretending they have it together, one quiet engineering student and one nosy African American Studies major are about to crash into each other’s secrets. Some people run from the past. Some people chase it. And some people… just want to know what’s hiding behind the silence.