Absurdity Stories

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

The thoughts, thunks, imaginings, phantasies, poetry, prose, essays and wordspasms of Donovan Volk, a despairing activist-writer who survives on eggs, potatoes and waxy apples. Much if not most is taken from life. When the author is not sitting in a darkened room making letters into words, (and words into sentences) , he is standing by a highway trying to thumb a lift, slowly drinking in the silence in the forest or tundra, pursuing a great coffee in some smoggy pit or bothering the local and national authorities. When the author is not referring to himself in the third person, he is referring to himself in the first, or sometimes to others in the second, or to the world at large in the first. This book is a depository, always evolving, it is as polymorphous as an alchemists tube-flask. The bunsen burner to this alchemical process is always life, the oxidase; imagination. The substance; feeling. I am sorry world, I will always let you down. Never will I quite do justice to the heights of wonder or the depths of despair that inhabit and fill up this globe. I can only do my best. Thank you for tolerating me so far.

I didn't know where the mass of flesh had come from, or why it had appeared in my apartment. I only knew it couldn't stay. Bound by necessity and a dark, unspoken burden, I crafted a makeshift boat out of uneven planks, household glue, and duct tape. I couldn't do it alone, so I called my mother. Without a single sermon or a glance of judgment, she helped me carry the strange mass to a secluded riverbank to give it back to the earth. A surreal, atmospheric short story exploring a bizarre haunting, familial duty, and the heavy weight of things left unexplained.

'Often I am paralysed by the fear that I won't be able to remember it all. Four years of life on the bloodied edge, screaming elated into the wild sky. Person after person; glittering jewels and deep, dark pools. Stories and stories, tiny details. How can I capture all of the emotions and perceptions and thoughts? Because it is all so precious to me. I want to record it all, just as it was, in sequence, and how it felt at the time and to pore over every little scenario endlessly. Its a vast ocean of knowledge and my hands can only work so fast, and little bits and pieces get lost as the mind makes room for more memories. Names get forgotten, of people who should never be forgotten. Day's events get confused with one another, they deserve preservation in full fidelity. Memory. Time. Awe. Impermanence.' Excerpts from the long stream of consciousness writing I was doing a lot of in the Summer of 2014. Honest stuff on with no real order, and no theme except what usually preoccupies me.

Without a radical transformation to sustainable living we face a tragic future. Highest ranks, #1 in Haiku Collection, #1 in Surrealism, #1 in Enlightening, #1 in Absurdity, #1 in Conceptual.

The inner struggle of the girl who wants to die, stuck between absurdity and reality.

Have you ever wanted a more sensible version of the famous fairy-tale Rapunzel? That's why I wrote this. Whether it's more reasonable, your mileage may vary.

this is a story of some might say bizarre or even an unnerving experience which led to its name "fever dream" if you wish to proceed and continue to read do it at youre own risk •this book shall be a one chapter story so if you wish to read a book with more then five chapters you may go and click of this book (apolagies to anyone who saw any gramatical errors engglish is not my first language) (This is also my first ever story so pls be a bit nice to me)

Welcome to Sunrise Sippers, where normalcy doesn't exist. It's the summer of 2024, and things are just not like what you expect. A diner with lots of food options, singing 17 year old girls, and who knows what else! You may want to keep looking at the menu! This may take a while!

title still ongoing process - please feel free to recommend if you have any ideas!

Her crush is a Tyrannosaurus rex. Crazy, right? Not nearly as crazy as the drama, death and fighting and romance that enters Clare Whittlebottom's life after discovering that her office crush... is a dinosaur. Does the simmering romance between Clare and her crush survive the onslaught of hostility? Or will it faulter, wither and die? READ ON!

An exercise in absurdity. Amazon space marines against marauding murderous mechs with the face of Thomas the train, while a giant dinosaur demon tries to eradicate them all. Have fun, laugh, call it stupid and enjoy yourself.

A compliation of seemingly random thoughts. Evolutionary perspective of free thinkers.

Depressing

This modern update to the biblical story sees Job's son questioning God's motives after serving as collateral damage in His game of chicken with Satan. Filled with existential despair and acerbic wit these short stories or, 'lamentations,' grapple with themes ranging from contemporary politics, to God and religion, to the absurdity of everyday existence. From the opening moments exploring the unraveling mind of a character on a journey through the vacuity of consumer society, to the finale in which we await the arrival of an absent Messiah, these stories cut to the heart of the human condition. https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20856796.Simon_Brass

Story of a boy who was promised heaven for killing innocent people- it is a journey of a naive boy who was manipulated and wronged till the truth finally struck him and the curtain was unveiled that people who he was following were nothing but a bunch of terrorists.

Max and Chloe head to the junkyard for a relaxing hangout, only to stumble upon a bizarre WWII reenactment gone hilariously wrong. As they find themselves caught between passionate German and American reenactors, they witness an absurd "airstrike" involving remote-controlled P-51 Mustangs dropping water balloons on the German camp. What begins as a peaceful day quickly turns into one of the weirdest and funniest experiences they've ever had in Arcadia Bay.