“My Blank Love” is a tender exploration of a love that was never spoken, never named — yet deeply felt. It’s the story of emotions left unwritten, of silences that held more truth than words ever could. This love didn’t need definitions; it lived quietly in glances, in pauses, in pages that remained blank… yet full. A tale of incomplete confessions and eternal connection.

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My Blank Love

Chapter One – The River That Remembered

The wind moved slowly, brushing against the lonely strands of Zoboriya’s hair that had escaped her scarf. The river beside her flowed with a hush — a quiet lullaby that only those carrying silent grief could understand.

She stood still, hands folded in front of her, the smell of wet stone and distant jasmine thick in the air. Behind her, the small Turkish town of Safranbolu breathed in its soft morning calm. But inside her?

A storm she hadn’t named.

A love she hadn’t confessed.

A pain she never expected to carry.

She looked at the water again, wondering if it remembered that moment —

the exact second her world had shifted.

> “If only he hadn’t come that day…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“If only Abu Zarr had never stood in front of me.”

But he had.

And like a sudden gust in the middle of a still afternoon, he had shaken her soul awake.

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It was early spring, the trees still dressing themselves in fresh green, and the cafés along the cobbled path hadn’t yet filled with tourists. That afternoon, three years ago, she had come to this same river, carrying nothing but a journal and a tired heart.

She had wanted silence.

She had wanted to sit and not be seen.

But he had found her anyway.

“Zoboriya.”

His voice had come from behind — firm, familiar, breaking the very air around her.

She had closed her eyes first.

Then turned.

And there he was.

Not as the Abu Zarr she remembered — the boy with laughter tucked in his collar and stars in his voice — but a man now. Quieter. Older. And with eyes that looked like they hadn’t rested in weeks.

He hadn’t smiled.

He hadn’t spoken again.

He had just looked at her —

like she was a story he still didn’t understand how to finish.

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> “Why did you come?” she had asked, her fingers tightening around the pen in her lap.

He had shrugged slightly, his gaze not leaving hers.

> “Because I wasn’t done.”

She had laughed. Not the soft kind, but the one that hides wounds.

> “You were the one who left. You were the one who turned your love into silence.”

He didn’t defend himself. He just stepped closer.

> “Maybe I thought your silence would match mine.”

That day, everything blurred — the river, the air, her breath.

He had come back,

but not to explain.

Not to apologize.

Not to say he still loved her.

He had just come — and in that moment, it was both too much and never enough.

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Now, years later, standing again by the same river, Zoboriya wondered what remained of that afternoon.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

> “You left your noise behind, Abu Zarr.

But you left your silence inside me.”

The wind answered her this time, rustling the pages of her old notebookP — the one that still carried his name in ink that had begun to fade.

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To be continued…

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My Blank Love

Chapter 2 – The Eyes That Read Silence

Inside the largest university library in Turkey,

amid hundreds of people around her,

Zoboriya felt strangely alone.

She sat in a quiet corner,

where a soft yellow light gently spilled onto her book —

and the silence in the air only made her heart’s voice louder.

In her hands was a book titled:

“He was mine, but never really belonged to me.”

Each page peeled away her emotions layer by layer.

In every word, she saw glimpses of Abu Zarr.

Each line pulled her back into an old, fading evening.

Tears were silently falling from her eyes —

as if someone was quietly breaking inside her.

She slowly closed the book…

took a deep breath and looked around —

thankfully, no one was watching.

Quietly, she took out her handkerchief,

wiped her tears…

and whispered to herself:

> “Oh Abu Zarr… why did you do this?”

There was a storm within her,

but her face remained calm —

as if nothing had ever happened.

What she didn’t know was…

From across a table,

from behind a pile of books,

a pair of eyes had been watching her for a long time.

Eyes filled with a strange kind of sorrow —

like something unfinished lived there too.

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The one who owned those eyes remained silent.

But his gaze never left her —

the flutter of her lashes,

the glisten of her tears,

the breath she took in Abu Zarr’s name…

He wasn't Abu Zarr.

But he wasn’t entirely a stranger either.

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His soft whisper never reached Zoboriya —

but a strange hush in the air told her…

someone was there.

Zoboriya slowly turned her head.

From behind the tall stack of books,

the boy hid for a moment.

But it was already too late.

Zoboriya had sensed it —

someone was silently witnessing her broken love.

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Chapter 3 – Where Love Was Still Speaking

Walking out from the cold walls and heavy silence of the library,

Zoboriya steadied her breath in her chest.

She looked up at the sky for a moment —

blue, open, but still something inside her felt heavy.

Her feet began walking on their own…

leading her to that hidden path,

to a place she always called “her refuge.”

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To reach there,

she had to cross a narrow trail of stone,

where the wind grew gentler with every turn.

And at last…

she arrived.

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Trees surrounded her —

lush green branches swaying softly,

and birds chirping above

as if the world was still breathing through an old forgotten song.

A small river flowed nearby —

its water moving so gently,

it felt like even the river was hiding something deep inside.

Zoboriya noticed a couple sitting at a distance —

smiling,

close,

looking into each other’s eyes as if they could see their tomorrow.

A faint, unfinished smile touched her lips…

but never made it to her eyes.

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She quietly sat down on a stone —

one that seemed to have waited for her.

Her scarf fluttered lightly in the breeze,

slipping off her shoulder and touching the earth —

as if her soul had grown weary too.

She rested her hands in her lap,

and let out a long, tired breath.

> “Sometimes it feels like the world is full of color,”

she thought silently,

“but my world is painted in fog…

a dark haze that swallows every bit of light I reach for.”

Her eyes were still damp —

but now, tears didn’t fall.

They had become an old habit… something that lived quietly within.

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What she didn’t know was…

That same boy from the library…

had followed her there.

Standing at a little distance,

he simply watched her.

He had never held love —

he had only seen it… breaking.

And now, for the first time,

he saw someone who carried the same silence as him.

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To be continued…

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I didn’t start reading books because someone told me to. It happened slowly, almost accidentally. I was in school, sitting in the back of the class during a free period, when I picked up a book just to pass the time. It wasn’t anything grand—just a small story about a boy who didn’t fit in. But somehow, as I read page after page, it felt like the book was speaking to me more than anyone around me ever had.

At home, things were often noisy or tense. Life wasn’t always kind. People argued, doors slammed, and sometimes, it felt like no one was really listening. But when I opened a book, everything else faded. The noise outside stopped mattering. I could travel to other worlds, meet people who were brave, broken, curious, or lost—just like me.

Over time, reading became my way of understanding feelings I didn’t know how to talk about. It helped me make sense of the world, and of myself. Some books made me cry. Some made me think. A few made me laugh out loud when I needed it most. But all of them gave me something I couldn’t find anywhere else—stillness and connection.

Now, whenever things feel heavy, I pick up a book. Not to escape, but to feel understood. Each story reminds me that I’m not alone in how I see the world, or how I move through it. That somewhere, someone else has felt the same confusion, the same hope, the same longing.

That’s why I read books. Not because I have to. But because somewhere along the way, they became a part of who I am.

The sight of body after body streaming down from hundreds of conveyor belts all over the country as they enter the processor, then flowing into and filling giant tubes of the centrifuge for organelle purification has been nothing less than a nightmare. As a distinguished O.R.E. inspector with the highest level of clearance unknown to the public, I’ve had to visit and become part of various projects on black sites all over the continent. The numbing and constant desensitization is the least disturbing aspect of my job. After we turn on the centrifuge, we separate pieces of the organelles into fragments; the purified remains are used as samples for genetic splicing- -for the elites- -while the rest is for the creation of clean chemical energy C.C.E., which is the crucial component to the public as organic renewable energy or so-called, O.R.E.

A little over 250 years ago, around the 2050s' the world was divided into 195 countries, and their leaders and policies governed each. At the time, there were world superpowers: The United States of America, located in North America, Russia, and China were both located in Asia; they were the top three countries with a formidable military, economy, international alliances, and political influence. Other honorable mentions, such as Germany and The United Kingdom, are still around today and continue to reside in Europe. As you know today, six continents with countries within their borders still exist, but after the last World War, not many countries had much of a choice; they had to align themselves with one of the five superpowers. Most countries chose to side with the United States or China, some sided with Russia, and the remainder either went neutral or found themselves part of Germany or The United Kingdom.

As of today, in 2301, only one world government controls the world. The UN disbanded, and then a year later, Russia and China cyberattacked the United States, knocking out the entire power grid. Washington D.C. was the first location to get its power back up and running, and then the tech giants in San Francisco managed to be the first city. The top tech companies rebuilt and fortified every military, bank, and government firewall nationwide. Working on powering and protecting New York City was crucial due to the Stock Market plummeting. Individuals and companies lost so much money, and those who didn’t have cash were hopeless. The banks had no control or access to facilitate any form of business. Credit and Debit cards held no value anymore, plastic mementos with random numbers that used to mean something.

By the time the Stock Market was fully functional, which took 33 days, almost 10 million people committed suicide after 14 days, then another 40 million by the 30th day; in total, a little over 50 million people took their own lives. In Chicago and Los Angeles, grocery stores were raided, mass shootings skyrocketed, and homes/apartments were burned to ashes after the cash, food, and weapons were stolen. Several citizens in the cities throughout the country followed suit, and almost 100 million people fell victim to heinous crimes; at least 70 million people were killed before the military became involved. The police did as much as they could, but with their reputation in the eyes of the public tarnished, the amount of respect and authority dwindled after a couple of weeks.

Almost half of the United States population was decimated before the terrorist attacks on American soil. The country was in shambles, cities were burning, and the streets were littered with debris and the bodies of innocent victims. Unfortunately for China and Russia, the Allies joined forces. The alliance, which was formed during World War II emerged once again, but this time, they came in to assist and save the United States. The previous allied countries, the United Kingdom and France came together with Germany and Japan, the former Axis powers. Germany and Japan replaced Russia and China in this War and vice versa. Japan had boots on the ground in China 54 days after the cyberattacks, taking over the island of Hainan and then destroying a significant amount of their navy in Zhanjiang. As the Japanese continued their strike, the French, British, and Israeli Air Forces flew into Belarus and bombed their military bases out of existence. This is where Germany would take their tanks, artillery, and infantry into Ukraine as they made their way to Moscow. The Ukrainian Army gave as much help as possible even after the war with Russia. At the same time, the Polish armed forces sent their troops into Belarus to prevent any aid or communications with the Russian Military.

Once Belarus was out of play, the German and Ukrainian Forces began their march into Moscow. As they fought and gained ground,  making their way into the Capital, The British and the French Air Force got more reinforcements, ammo, and fuel in Belarus. After Poland had taken control, they helped clear the way for the German and Ukrainian infantry. Moscow was under the control of the Allies within days. Japan was doing everything it could to keep control of both naval bases, but they were fighting a losing battle. As they were retreating to regroup, then sending in a second wave to finish the job, Tawaiin’s navy showed up, giving the Japanese forces a massive boost in morale to propel them to take control over both Hainan and Zhanjiang, crippling China’s Naval Forces.

From that point forward, all the Allies needed was time and patience after a couple of years of fighting against the Axis powers. They were overwhelmed, and eventually, the confiscation of nuclear weapons gave their leaders nothing to threaten the world with; a treaty between the Allies and Axis powers was agreed upon and signed with several conditions, which took over 30 days to finalize. It seemed like for a few years, the world held its breath, waiting for the same countries to revolt and abandon the terms and conditions of the treaty, but for the next century, everything stayed the same. The world will always need opposition if there is only peace and no war. We will be left with nothing if there is only war and no peace. A balance, one way or another, must be sought and protected at all costs.

As the years passed, A.I. had taken over the world completely, but not in the way we all thought. Some robots became sentient, while others were confined by the strict boundaries that lie within their coding. As a species, we thrived even more than anyone could have imagined. Many of us, possibly the entire human race, had their bets on AI destroying and siphoning our lives from us for their benefit or vindication. Don’t get me wrong, several years were stained by the blood of men, women, children, and the essence of sentient beings, but in the end, the AI and humans created a symbiotic relationship that saved Earth and everything that had life from within. As more time passed, our civilization grew to a point where the world needed one governing body, one with humans and AI as one, making everything under the sun, shine as bright as the stars above when it sets.

A century has passed, and with the evergrowing success of our world government, EROS, we’ve performed what people a few hundred years ago would call miracles. Our civilization has colonized the Moon and reached undiscovered planets near the edges of the Milky Way and distant planets we could only see through telescopes of the highest caliber. Advanced forms of energy do not take and destroy the life filling our ecosystems but provide them with the resistance to elements that once plagued them. The life expectancy of humans has risen to almost 150 years of age. Diseases come and go because cures and treatments are so advanced that the deadliest illnesses and pandemics haven’t existed since the late 21st century. Hunger, the starving of nations and their people has almost vanished entirely. Technology flourishes like a plant that has control over the sun and provides its own warmth, waters that feed the soil where it grows, and the earth where the roots dig into building a foundation strong enough never to perish.

Letters. I’ll call them letters. Everyone else might get the chance to read them—but not you. So instead of sharing them one by one, why not gather them into one place—an album made just for everything I never got to say?

To each and every soul who has chosen to love quietly—who carries feelings too deep for words,who smiles while their heart aches in silence,who yearns from afar but chooses to stay gentle—this one is for you.

This is for the ones who write messages they’ll never send,who pray for someone who may never know,who cheer from the sidelines,who love with no demands,no expectations—just love.

This one’s for the quiet lovers.May your hearts always be seen,even if not by the ones you love,then by those who understand what it means to love in silence.

"Ring! Ring!""I'm coming!" Who is here at this hour?He pondered. He got out of bed at 9 PM and walked over to the doorbell camera. "What?" On the other side was a beautiful Japanese woman.She had beautiful white skin, with beautiful black eyes and beautiful black hair with red stripes on both sides of her head. She looked so serious, yet she had such a blissful and excited aura of hers. She stood almost as if all of her gears in a machine were running all at once trying not to go too fast and fly out.As he opened the door, she outstretched her hand through the small slit in between the door and the door frame.As the door opened fully, she held out her hand expecting a handshake and said,"こんにちは。" (Hello.)"What!?"He was so confused, and his brain was as empty as his stomach. Just as he attempted to outstretch his arm, he slightly tilted forwards before falling backwards and passing out in front of this random Japanese woman."はぁ？！" (Huh?!)She said before she rushed to his side and caught him before his head smashed against the wooden floor.________________________________________________________________________「リン！リン！」

"I'm coming!" (今行くよ！)こんな時間に誰だろう？彼は考えた。午後9時にベッドから起きて、玄関のドアベルカメラのところへ向かった。

"What?" (えっ？) 反対側には、美しい日本人女性が立っていた。

彼女は美しい白い肌をしており、美しい黒い瞳と、頭の両側に赤いラインが入った美しい黒髪を持っていた。とても真剣な表情をしていたが、どこか幸せでワクワクしたオーラを放っていた。まるで、すべての歯車が同時に動きながらも、暴走しないように必死で制御されているかのように立っていた。

彼がドアを開けると、彼女はドアと枠の隙間から手を差し出してきた。

ドアが完全に開くと、彼女は握手を求めるように手を差し出しながら言った。

「こんにちは。」

"What!?"(えっ！？)

彼はとても混乱し、頭の中は空っぽ、まるで空腹の胃のようだった。手を差し出そうとしたその瞬間、体が少し前に傾き、そのまま後ろへ倒れて気を失ってしまった。目の前の見知らぬ日本人女性の前で。

「はぁ？！」彼女は叫んで、すぐに彼の元へ駆け寄り、彼の頭が木の床に打ちつけられる前に抱きとめた。

Have you ever felt like your best wasn’t good enough? Or felt the weight of the world was on your shoulders?

This writing piece captures those emotions, but also the glimmer of hope amidst these thoughts.

Bazı sabahlar, uyanır uyanmaz o anın içinde kaybolmuş gibi hissederdi. Ne hissetmesi gerektiğini unutmuş gibi.

Bugün de onlardan biriydi.

Lara, gözlerini tavana dikmiş, saatlerdir ertelediği alarmın son uyarısıyla yataktan doğruldu. Odası tanıdıktı, düzenliydi, her şey olması gerektiği gibiydi.Ama yine de bir şey eksikti. Bunu tam olarak adlandıramıyordu ama içindeki boşluk, gün geçtikçe daha da büyüyordu.

Masanın üzerindeki kahve kupasını aldı. Dün gece doldurduğu ama içmeyi unuttuğu kahve… Her zamanki gibi.Soğumuştu. Her zamanki gibi.

Hızlıca toparlandı, aynaya kısa bir bakış attı. Yüzü, yıllardır gördüğü aynı ifadeyi taşıyordu.Yorgun değil. Üzgün de değil. Ama heyecanlı da değil.

Sıradan bir günün içine adım attı.

Her şey yolunda gibiydi. Ama neden yolunda hissettirmiyordu

Just random thoughts for y'all to read and laugh at me for. :D

Budući da smo svi više-manje aktivni na društvenim mrežama, pisanje je nužno da bi se izrazili. Kao i mnogo toga drugog, pisanje je "mišić" kojeg valja vježbati da bi dobro radio. Pomislio sam, možda ne bi bilo loše dijelit lekcije o pisanju, ali kako od klasičnih lekcija svi bježe kao vrag od tamjana, odlučio sam izraziti se kroz samu priču.

Poetry by INKELLE

In a world that often celebrates the familiar, The Beauty of the Uncommonembraces the extraordinary. This anthology is a heartfelt collection of poetry that honors the misfits, the dreamers, the ones who walk a path only they can see. Each verse is woven with the raw essence of individuality—of standing apart, of daring to be different, of finding strength in the things that make us unique.

Through rhythm and rhyme, light and shadow, INKELLEpaints a portrait of self-discovery, reminding readers that true beauty lies not in blending in, but in standing out. Whether you have felt like an outcast or simply longed to embrace your own singularity, these poems will resonate like a whispered truth—one meant only for you.

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The poems in this anthology are works of creative expression. They reflect personal perspectives, emotions, and artistic interpretations. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any interpretations or reactions derived from the content of this book.

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