Solitude Stories

Ten years ago, Jay Walker was banished by his own team for a crime he never committed. Betrayed and broken, he lost all hope and vanished into The Desert of Doom. Now, after a decade in solitude, fate grants him a second chance: a new world, new path, new people, new villains, and new trials that will test him in ways he never imagined. But scars don't always fade... what will happen when the past catches up... and Jay is forced to face Ninjago again?

Curated over 21 years; Paintings, sketches, poetry and prose. 12 Parts | 6 Mirrors Completed 14.08.2019

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)

This story will give u butterflies.... Till now u must have read about mafia love story, businessman etc... But this story is about a Banner × Reader.... A reader who falls in love with a Banner, stay tuned....

Elle a 21 ans. Elle vit au Sénégal, entourée de gens... mais se sent pourtant seule. Chaque jour ressemble au précédent : les attentes de la société, les regards des autres, les rêves qu'on lui impose. Mais au fond d'elle, une question ne cesse de la poursuivre : Et si sa vraie vie était ailleurs ? Entre doutes, foi, solitude et espoir, elle cherche une issue. Une façon de respirer. Une façon de se retrouver. Parce que parfois, le plus grand voyage... c'est de fuir la vie qu'on connaît pour découvrir celle qui nous attend.

A heartfelt piece about watching people come and go, and learning that sometimes peace is found in standing alone...

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

This is not a love story. It is a story about admiration - quiet, disciplined, and transformative. Set between reality and imagination, Akkie & Ree: The Silent Equation explores what happens when art does more than inspire... when it begins to reshape the admirer. Through silence, solitude, and unspoken emotions, two worlds briefly align. One carries experience. The other carries hunger. What follows is not romance - but growth. A subtle, introspective journey about craft, identity, and becoming.

Eliza is a naive girl who wants to die. She was abandoned by her own family. People tried invite her into the devil's path but she stood for herself. Holding herself together with her self respect. She didn't wanted to live but she is living to see that one man in a flash. She don't want to step into his life. She is living to fulfill the last wish before death. Will she be able to recognize him? Will he abandon her too?

Some stories lose their magic when they are explained too early. This one is better discovered step by step. The author prefers to let the events speak for themselves. All you need to do... is read.

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.

Steam fogs the shower glass. Bella rests against the tiled wall, letting the warm water spill over her as her breaths come uneven and fast. Zavyen steps inside, fully clothed, shutting the door with a quiet thud. "Stop running, Bella," he says, voice low and rough around the edges. She looks up at him, eyes tired yet burning. "This is me trying to breathe," she murmurs. He comes closer, water soaking through his shirt, one hand bracing the wall beside her head. She can feel the heat of him even through the steam. "Bella... what do you need?" he asks gently. "You," she whispers. Her fingers clutch his wet shirt and she pulls him down. Zavyen lets himself be drawn in, his hand finding her waist, steadying her. He pauses for a heartbeat, studying her face-her trembling breaths, the exhaustion swimming beneath the want. Then he kisses her. Soft, deep, slow-like he's trying to anchor her. She melts into him, gripping him tighter, the kiss growing heavier, needier. But suddenly Zavyen breaks away. His forehead stays against hers, both of them breathing hard. Water rushes around them, but his voice is steady. "Bella," he whispers, thumb brushing her cheek, "you're exhausted." She shakes her head, reaching for him again. "I'm fine." He gently catches her wrists, lowering them. "No. You need to rest." _______________________________ At Averlyn Institute, Bella Bennett is hidden from the world-diagnosed, confined, and silenced to protect her father's reputation. Everyone sees her as a lost cause except Dr. Zavyen Nozen, the new psychiatrist whose calm defies her fury. He listens when no one else will. She challenges every wall he's built. Their sessions become a charged dance between restraint and longing, truth and illusion. But as Bella's feelings start to take a new turn what will happen when their world will collide with eachother?

Иногда самые тяжёлые слова - это те, которые так и не были произнесены. Ты кричал внутри, но наружу не выходило ни звука. Невысказанные слова не исчезают. Они остаются где-то между тишиной и памятью. И возвращаются в бессонные ночи - тихо, как призраки. _______________________________________ Sometimes the heaviest words are the ones that were never spoken. Inside you were screaming, yet no sound could escape. Unspoken words never truly disappear. They remain somewhere between silence and memory. And they return during sleepless nights - quietly, like ghosts.

"I have spent my life perfecting the art of being 'fine'-a linguistic shield that ensures no one ever looks at the bruising beneath the skin." In the heart of a city that never stops breathing, I move like a ghost. To the world, I am a portrait of professional success. To myself, I am a cartographer of a soul that has lost its way, navigating a "Calculus of Loss" where the remainder is always a heavy, haunting silence. Written in vivid, lyrical prose, this is not just a story-it is a sensory descent into the internal architecture of regret. It is the anatomy of an echo, the weight of unsent letters, and the friction of a heart rubbing against a life that no longer fits. From the sterile glass cages of the skyline to the rain-slicked neon of midnight diners, Whispers in the Abyss of Solitude explores the "no-go zones" of the human psyche. It is a journey for the thinkers, the watchers, and those who know that the most terrifying abyss isn't found in nature, but in the quiet moments between breaths. A deep, introspective navigation of the self. For fans of atmospheric prose, philosophical reflections, and the beauty found within the blur.

When a town begins to fracture without warning, the ground beneath the ordinary starts to thin. Told through poetry, this is a journey of collapse, wilderness, and quiet becoming - tracing the path from smoke and narrow walls to river, mountain, and a slowly built heaven.

Featured: Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022 My times spent having conversations about life, longing and love.....with myself. In the company of solitude, I attempted to pen down a few lines on a range of emotions and experiences with a simple aim to revisit them in future. I urge the reader to join me and relive his and her own memories and find themselves. There are a few quiet conversations with 'her' as well. She visits seldom these days, busy with others seeking her. I miss her - 'life'. Hope we find meaning in our little conversations with ourselves and life. Rankings :- #1 - Prose (28 March 2021) #8 - Poem (01 May 2021) #9 - Poetry (10 April 2021) Important Please do not copy, replicate, modify or use my work. Its extremely personal and I shall do my best to take every legal action if even a part is used without my explicit permission.

An expression of order and chaos. Overthoughts, if you will. Silly rhymes at unusual times but I hope you're fine with these words of mine

As Percy and Annabeth dangle over the deadly pit of Tartarus, Percy manages to pull Annabeth up to the ledge where she is pulled back up by the remaining members of the Seven. Percy tells Annabeth his final words before releasing his hold on the ledge and falling into the pit. In order to find his way back to his friends and the one he loves, Percy Jackson must figure out a way to escape the deadly pit of Tartarus... Alone. However, not everything is the way it seems to be to one's eyes alone... it's what isn't said that matters the most. After all, one can't be too careful with Death lurking at every turn. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does.

Sky: A Journey of a Lifetime In the heart of the 18th century, a time marked by discoveries and upheaval, Sky, a twelve-year-old boy, finds himself plunged into a series of challenges, each more captivating than the last. Death, separation, and heart-wrenching choices stand in his way, testing his determination and courage. Sky must face formidable trials, such as being separated from his mother, with whom he shares a deep friendship. Their distance is a heavy burden to bear, but he knows that every decision he makes can either bring him closer to or drive him further away from those he loves. Along the way, he will encounter new people, swinging between genuine friendships and unexpected betrayals. In this rapidly changing world, caught between industrial evolution and the fight for independence, Sky must choose his own destiny while navigating a universe filled with uncertainties and dangers. IT'S TIME TO CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY, SKY."

the lost ideas I never fleshed out because why not, I have no shame anymore. I WAS LIKE 14 WHEN I WROTE ALL THIS NO BULLIES