histórias de Autofiction

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

En autofiktiv fortælling om en ung piges turbulent barndom og opvækst.

Its a fictional biography of a man who proudly calls himself a womanizer and how he became what he is now today

A micro Autofiction that explores the fragile intersection of identity, self-worth, and digital performance.

People say i am a good writer, so I am writing. This is a sort of autobiography but at the same time a book so maybe somebody can understand or relate to my hopeless person. The thought process of this book is literally zero, it's just thoughts and descriptions of physical felt. Why strawberry? Because it's my favourite fruit with cherries. [TW] I am talking about how I feel and right now when I am writing this I am not feeling well at all. I will be talking about sensitive subject like suicidal thoughts, addiction, eating disorder and self harm so if theses subjects are too sensitive for you right now please do not read this. ⤷₊˚ Also little note, I use all pronouns even tho I present myself here as a girl (being my biological gender at birth). So be confortable to comment or message me with whatever pronouns feel right for you <3 I am also glad to have corrections if I make any grammatical or just errors in the text. Forgive me if there is a lot but my first language is not English :)

Lyra, a girl of 19 is a thriving student studying Nursing. She finds herself drawn to an old friend, little does she know that he and his family are going to turn her world upside down.

125000 divorces en une année, c'est 125000 drames. Parmi eux, celui d'Abby. A 12 ans, son insouciance s'évanouit soudainement et doit alors dire adieu à son enfance. Ce n'est pas facile de vivre le divorce de ses parents. Le monde perd tout son sens et Abby, elle, perd son sourire. Déjà blessée par ces "histoires d'adultes", elle va apprendre à ses dépens que l'univers des collégiens est souvent cruel.

Cécile est une femme mature, mais pas mûre... pleine de rêves, d'illusions, elle se cherche et découvre chaque jour une partie d'elle même... En rencontrant Loïc, Cécile ne sait pas ce qui va se passer, ni comment cela va marquer sa vie...

Je n'ai peut-être pas fini mon premier livre, mais il est pressant de vous raconter mon été. Comme d'habitude, j'ai tout fait chier... Mais pas partout.

" Qui étions nous ?" Une question que je me suis toujours demandé.

Hi :) You are falling in a world that is not yours, don't torture your brain if it's meaningless, because maybe that's the whole point. Poetically write autofiction, kind of.

A cul-de-sac is supposed to feel safe. But safety can look a lot like surveillance. Notes from the Cul-De-Sac is a quiet, sharp autofiction about marriage unraveling in lowercase, motherhood under watchful eyes, and the suffocating politeness of suburban life. As one woman navigates grad school, three children, and a relationship going cold, she begins to notice how everyone is watching-and how no one is really listening. This is a story about emotional invisibility, women who smile too hard, babies who know the truth before adults admit it, and what it means to imagine a life beyond the circle. Sometimes leaving doesn't start with a suitcase. Sometimes it starts with a thought.

Whimsy is a lonely, fantasy-prone girl who often wonders whether she is from another planet. Determined to make a friend, she sets out to study the strange creatures on the playground. Instead of finding friends, she creates enemies!

An exploration of existential emptiness and the search for authentic selfhood. "Auctor"(Latin) means "author," "Phany"(from Greek "phainein") refers to "manifestation," (as in "epiphany" or "theophany"). Thus, Auctorphany translates to "the manifestation of the author."

In help for those who desire to survive mentally.

Trapped in the ruins of a dying mall, Virat lights his last cigarette. With each inhale, time bends, pulling him back into the echoes of his past. Regrets, choices, and the weight of unfinished goodbyes unravel in the smoke. As the embers burn low, so does his time. The past is calling-but will it bring closure, or just another ghost to haunt him before the last drag? A story of memories and mistakes, of smoke and silence, of a man and the moments that made him.

Locked in a room with no way out, a little girl cries for help.

Bah moi je n'ai rien à redire Je ne suis fait que pour relyre

The tale of a slime man, from when he considered himself a human until the day he hopefully regains his sanity.

« Mes Elles » est une autofiction dans laquelle je relate avec humour mon quotidien, celui-ci étant conditionné par mes relations particulières avec les femmes. Je n'ai jamais supporté la compagnie des garçons et j'ai toujours vécu entouré de femmes avec lesquelles je partage le fonctionnement émotionnel et avec lesquelles je développe des liens hors normes. Ce roman narre la progression de cette situation rocambolesque jusqu'à la construction d'un certain équilibre dans un contexte extrême.