Solitary Novels & Stories

" With that, I slammed the door in his face. Outside, I could hear his muffled sobs and the sharp sound of him slapping himself. I leaned against the door and let out a long breath. ... A year later. I received my music app's annual report again. This time, the keyword was 'Solo.' [This year, your listening time has greatly increased. You no longer need to cater to anyone else's taste. Every song is a song you sing for yourself.] I smiled and shared it on my social media. My best friend liked it instantly.

Instead, people feared me instead, because they couldn’t predict me. In my dream, I found myself in an isolated place, where there were no signs of life. Just a cracked ground I stood on. I looked up… It was twilight. There was neither a sun nor a moon, rather the clouds were orange and red hue. I didn’t understand. I had been having other dreams similar to this lately. Sometimes I’d be in a desert. The theme was isolated places. At first, I thought it was describing the fact that I was a lone wolf, but no, I was sure there was a deeper meaning to it.

The bond of brotherhood was being tested like never before. In the aftermath of the confrontation, Silas found himself yearning for a pocket of solitude amidst the bustling environment of the shelter—a place where he could retreat from the world, if only for a moment. He meandered through the labyrinthine pathways, leaving behind the clamor and the myriad sounds of life. With each step, the distant murmurs and noises that characterized the shelter's daily existence faded away, replaced by the internal rhythm of his pulsing heart, which felt amplified in the silence. It served as a somber drumbeat, underscoring the chaos of his emotions.

In fact, she looked exactly like I did. "Identify yourself immediately!" "I am Sazia, an initial La Chandral at birth, given to Xavier of El Altunia to take care of when my parents died." "So you are one of us? Then why did you come here?" "I choose to be melted to a human!" Everyone was shocked, no one expected it at all, not even Manzoni

His skills were all mission-oriented and not geared to personal relationships. He was a lot more than the odd man out. He was burned out and burned up. No doubt about it. Sometimes he felt he'd lost every vestige of humanity in his soul. While others went home to wives and girlfriends and children, he spent his downtime climbing mountains and hiking in the desert. Solitary activities. What else could he be good for anymore, anyway?

He would remember. An evil snug smile crept on my face at the thought of my perfect plan. I would finally have my revenge on the bully. I would finally be happy. I would be happy behind bars in a solitary cell, where its just me and the walls. That sounded like a perfect life for me. I was enough. I didn’t want much or more. I just wanted a solitary cell, where I could be alone without people. A solitary cell for life.

she call lightly. she couldn't understand why she is seeing strange faces.. "Aunt?"the young boy called out as he move closer to her and hold Pinky's hands. "You are awake?"the woman asked. She looked around,the voices are strange, pinky though. The only thing she can feel is emptiness and sadness. "Can you hear us?"the woman asked. Pinky couldn't utter a word, she just looked at her and the boy. "What happened here and who are you guys?" she asked, her voice sounding so faint.. like no strength in her...

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

They called themselves the Solitaires. For millennia, the Solitaires had lived in perfect, blissful isolation on a world shrouded in a unique energy field that muted all external psychic and emotional noise. Their minds were quiet, internal gardens. The sudden connection to the roaring, feeling, singing multiverse was, for them, a form of torture. The constant "music" of the Nexus was an agonizing cacophony that threatened to shatter their serene minds. They weren't hostile; they were in pain. The Nexus Council was convened. The old solutions wouldn't work. Sending a gardener to "heal" them was pointless; they weren't wounded, they were overwhelmed. Sending the Pattern to teach them logic wo

Or just a pale imitation, a ghost haunting the spaces between who I’d been and who I hoped to become? The days had stretched into a monotonous blur since William’s final betrayal. I drifted through each one like a shadow, reluctant to fully wake or completely surrender. I avoided calls, ignored messages, and stayed locked inside this room, wrapped in the suffocating silence that felt both like protection and punishment.