THE STORY ROOM

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Me and My Anxiety
I don’t remember the first time anxiety showed up. It wasn’t like some dramatic movie scene where the world tilts, and suddenly, everything changes. It was more like a whisper. A knot in my stomach before school. A restless night before a simple conversation. A racing heart for reasons I couldn’t name.
By THE STORY ROOM8 months ago in Psyche
The Clockmaker’s Dragon
In the quaint village of Windlewharf, nestled between mossy hills and eternally ticking windmills, lived a peculiar old man named Thaddeus Pinch. He was a clockmaker of no small repute, known not only for mending broken timepieces but for crafting intricate mechanical wonders that seemed almost alive. Birds made of brass sang lullabies at dusk, spiders of silver spun delicate webs in lantern glass, and mice of copper chased crumbs across countertops.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Fiction
When the Sky Forgot Its Name
One morning, just as the sun began to rise over the ragged hills of the north, the sky looked down on the earth and—forgot. Its color, its shape, its name. It forgot what it was supposed to be. And in that moment, everything changed.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Earth
Paper Stars and Broken Promises
The summer Callie met Jonah, the nights smelled like bonfires and wild mint. It was the kind of summer that didn’t ask questions—it just was. And for two seventeen-year-olds who had no idea what the world would demand of them, that was enough.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in BookClub
Making Friends
The first day of high school is supposed to be exciting. Nerve-wracking, maybe, but mostly exciting. For Anika, it was neither. She walked through the crowded hallway clutching her timetable like it was a map to survival, her backpack heavier than necessary and her nerves louder than the noise around her.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Families
Honesty
Elena had always been known for her quiet nature. She wasn’t the loudest person in the room, nor the one who craved attention. But there was something she had that others often lacked: an unshakable sense of honesty. She could always be relied on to tell the truth, even when the truth was uncomfortable, difficult, or inconvenient. It wasn’t always easy, but it was her way.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Journal
Self-Love & Acceptance
Introduction: In a world that constantly tells us we need to change—whether it’s our appearance, our habits, or even our mindset—it’s easy to forget the one thing that truly matters: loving ourselves exactly as we are.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Motivation
Love That Never Lets Go
Maya was born on a rainy Tuesday in October. As thunder rolled gently across the sky, her parents, Arjun and Priya, held her for the first time. She was tiny, wrapped in a hospital blanket, with a full head of dark hair and eyes that refused to close. From that very first moment, they were enchanted—not by how perfect she looked, but by the overwhelming love that bloomed in their hearts, a love stronger than anything they had ever known.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Families
brother and sister love
From the moment Emma was born, Jacob knew his world had changed forever. He was just five years old, old enough to understand what it meant to have a baby sister, but still young enough to think of her as more of a curiosity than a companion. He would sit beside her crib, watching her tiny hands reach out for the world, and wonder how something so small could make him feel so protective.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Families
Me and My Sister
When we were little, the world was just me, my sister Tara, and the narrow lane behind our house that led to the woods. That path, cracked with roots and shaded by trees that whispered secrets, was our kingdom. She was the queen, of course—bossy and brave—while I, two years younger, was the loyal sidekick with scraped knees and a tendency to cry when things got too wild.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Families
Timeless Moments
The old clock in the corner of the room ticked steadily, its rhythmic sound almost comforting. It had been with Julia since she was a child—an heirloom passed down through generations. It wasn’t a fancy clock, nothing ornate or impressive, but it had always been a constant presence in her life. As a child, she used to lie on the floor beneath it, staring up at its brass hands as they moved, wondering where they went when they weren’t on the dial. Time had always fascinated her.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in BookClub
A Journey of One
Chapter One: The Leaving The town of Ellensworth was the kind of place where silence clung to the walls. Nothing loud ever happened there. People moved in quiet, careful ways—mowing lawns in the early morning, waving politely from across the street, exchanging small, rehearsed smiles in the market. It wasn’t a cruel place, just...numb.
By THE STORY ROOM9 months ago in Fiction