Dreamlogic Stories

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

Charlie didn't ask to find the portal. She didn't ask to be in the mural either-the one that shows her holding something glowing, surrounded by fear. Now, she and three friends are trapped in a place that doesn't follow rules. Time bends. Mirrors lie. And something on the other side of the gate knows her name. The hollow gate is a mystery-fantasy about broken realities, buried truths, and a girl who was never meant to be the main character.

Five years ago, the killings stopped. Not because the monster vanished-but because it almost got caught. Now, Marlos is back in Ashvale. Fired, broken, and haunted by a cryptic letter: "You left something behind." As bodies begin to pile up again, Marlos teams up with a mysterious girl, Claras, to uncover the truth. But the deeper he digs... the closer he gets to a terrifying revelation......

What starts as another restless night quickly spirals into something far more surreal. After playing anxiety inducing music to help her sleep, she enters a dream unlike any other, a towering hotel room, an uncertain family dynamic, and an absurd reason for being hunted, refusing to walk in a straight line. With her mysterious companions and an unlikely ally in Bruno Mars, she flees through an endless, shifting mall, only to escape into a world that refuses to stay still. As the ground tilts and reality distorts, she finds herself running backward, desperate to undo whatever has gone wrong. But when she finally wakes, something still feels... off. Because the world keeps turning.

In a desert forgotten by time, silence is not the absence of sound... but something that remembers. Daniel Qudsy is sent to Zona del Silencio for a strange assignment: forty days of observation, with no instructions and no questions allowed. But the more he listens, the more the desert begins to whisper. Symbols appear and vanish. Dreams speak in forgotten tongues. And a child emerges from the dust to say, "You are not the first... but you may be the last." Beneath the sand lies something that doesn't want to be understood-only heard. A slow-burning psychological mystery that drifts from isolation to hallucination, and from silence... to what was sealed by forgetting. A new chapter every week.

she loses her memories lost in a garden she doesn't know how she even got there she meets a guy named Justin. Will this encounter help or hinder her from finding answers.

Fairytales aren't stories-they're traps. She wrote the stories. Now she's stuck in them. The sweetest world tastes like ink and screams." "Every page opens to madness. How do you escape a book that wants to finish you? The walls weren't walls. They were paintings that breathed." When Kantha wakes up in a world made of paper and ink, she realizes she's trapped inside her own childhood stories-where the rules bend, the doors lead to anywhere, and the monsters she once doodled are very, very real. From toothless Gretel in a gingerbread graveyard to a jello mermaid singing above scissor sharks, every page turns into a nightmare fairytale. Her only hope? Find the prince. Kiss him. Escape. But when the world starts collapsing, Kath learns the darkest twist of all: You can't outrun the stories you wrote. A surreal descent through fairytales gone feral. Whimsical. Terrifying. And one kiss away from disaster. Main: Fantasy → Dark / Surreal Fantasy Sub-genres: Horror, Psychological Thriller, Fairytale Retelling Vibe: Alice in Wonderland on acid meets Coraline with a Wattpad twist

Ninad Sequiera boards the college bus as usual, but when he exits the bus, he finds that the college is not as it's seems. In fact, the entire world seems..... Off. The world around him has become a deteriorating reflection of reality, as his college is built up entirely of fuzzy snapshots and broken memories, and a fractured Sun imposes decay upon the land. What's worse - the only person he recognises to be real, is the ever-elusive Nerida, and he just can't seem to catch up to her. And the only thing that seems to truly physically exist is the lone Tamarind tree in the college campus. Where is he? And why is Nerida the only person here? Why is the sun breaking apart? And what is the purpose of the tree?

Dream Logic Gothic Horror parody of the Great British Bake Off. (This is not trashing the show. I enjoy it quite a bit. These are just things I notice a lot)

Sister :D

EON VEIL A mind-bending sci-fi descent into identity, memory, and the spaces between stars. Adam wakes up alone on a starship called the Eon Veil. No past. No crew. No way home. Only the hum of the ship... and a voice that shouldn't exist. The Eon Veil isn't just sentient-it's responsive. It shifts with thought, adapts to fear, and reshapes itself based on what it remembers about its passengers... Or what it wants them to remember. As Adam explores the ship's labyrinthine corridors, he's pulled into otherworldly simulations, alien planets, and dreamscapes that blur the line between memory and reality. And just beyond the Veil's glass skin, strange celestial phenomena begin to appear, impossible anomalies that pulse and evolve in sync with Adam's mind. The deeper he searches, the more the universe seems to reflect him back at himself. Each step forward uncovers not just the truth of what happened aboard the Veil... But the truth of who he really is. Accompanied by a glitchy, sarcastic AI orb named DeadMouth and a haunting, shape-shifting presence known as NYX, Adam is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: He didn't survive a tragedy. He might have caused it. Or maybe... It never happened. Memory is a fragile construct. Especially when the ship remembers better than you do. THE VEIL is a lyrical, psychological sci-fi epic that fuses cosmic horror, emotional depth, and existential mystery. Perfect for fans of Annihilation, The Expanse, SOMA, Black Mirror, and anyone who likes their science fiction thoughtful, terrifying, and strangely beautiful. He's not just exploring a ship. Or alien worlds. He's unraveling himself, and the universe is listening. Some doors were never meant to open. But some were always waiting... just for him.

Alec wakes up in a place he does not know. A place filled with strange and wonderful creatures of impossible imagination and continuously shifting landscapes. And he's got a big problem. He doesn't remember who he was or how he got to the shared dream world of coma patients.

Some memories rot sweet. After returning to her family's decaying farmhouse buried deep in the woods, a girl is drawn into a surreal nightmare of cherry pies, puppet-like rituals, and grotesque visions. Guided by her talking dog and haunted by her mother's unraveling mind, she discovers an impossible door in the forest, and steps into The Harvest Room, a bleeding banquet of forgotten trauma and childhood sacrifice. As memory fractures and bodies blur into offerings, the girl must confront a horrifying truth: the sweetness she was fed was never love, it was silence, punishment, and self-erasure served warm. The Harvest Room is a psychologically rich, fragmented horror tale where the surreal bleeds into the physical, dreams rot into ritual, and healing begins only when the feast ends.

Ava reads tarot for strangers. She lights the same clove-scented candle. Shuffles the same cards. Tells people what they need to hear. But lately, the cards have stopped behaving. One spread keeps repeating. A blank card appears where none exists. And her clients? They're not just asking questions anymore. They're bringing something back with them. When the same three cards appear for the third time-and a new client shows her a drawing from the future-Ava realizes she's not just reading the story. She's part of it. And it's already started writing itself.

I had a dream so weird, I had to write it out like a short horror film. Cannibals, skateboarding on PVC pipe, and the most awkward dog moment in literary history. It's bizarre. It's dark. It's a little funny. You've been warned. This is a work of surreal fiction based on an actual dream. No dogs were harmed. No casseroles were consumed. And I'm fine. Probably.

Dive into "Nightmare Protocol," a gripping thriller where dreams become deadly reality. A shadowy creature stalks influential figures, enforcing a chilling countdown of fear. From politicians and priests to powerful businessmen, no one is safe from this gray-winged predator whose appearances blur the lines between nightmare and waking horror. As authorities scramble to decode the cryptic messages of a sinister website, chaos unfolds across the city, leaving a bloody trail of terror and unanswered questions. Is this supernatural vengeance or something even more sinister lurking behind humanity's darkest fears? Tags: #NightmareProtocol #PsychologicalHorror #SupernaturalThriller #UrbanLegend #CreatureFeature #HorrorStory #DarkFantasy #OccultMystery #CyberCrime #DreamLogic #MonsterHorror #PoliticalThriller #ConspiracyTheory #FBIInvestigation #MindGames #SuspenseThriller #LucidDreaming #DarkWeb #SerialKiller #DystopianHorror #Paranormal #SinisterSecrets #CreatureDesign #GrimdarkFiction

A Report from the Mirror "Some reflections aren't meant to be seen." Ethan lives in a room without windows. Abandoned by those he trusted, haunted by memories that don't feel like his own, he begins to notice something strange: his mirror is watching him. And writing back. As reality fractures, Ethan is dragged into a surreal world of hidden truths, forgotten pain, and the fear of never truly belonging.

📄 Series Description (In Voice of Lord Stabs-a-Lot): > Hello Future Fans, Critics, and Possibly My Parole Officer! I am Lord Stabs-a-Lot, Grandmaster of Gentle Mishaps and Self-Appointed Archbishop of the Rotting West Wing. This is my journal, memoir, opera script, spiritual weather report, and emergency confession - all written with enthusiasm and suspicious fluids. What you hold is not just a story. It is an expression of joy, like laughter during surgery, or singing during an exorcism. I lived in a lovely white hotel full of thoughtful restraints, whispering lights, and people who mistook teeth for currency. Then, of course, the invitations came - some were written in blood, others simply screamed in the hallway - and so our adventure began. We made art. We made messes. We made decisions. I wrote it all down, in case reality ever comes back and wants an explanation. If you're here for meaning, you might find something. If you're here for structure, bring glue. If you're here by accident... don't tell the nurses. Yours in enthusiasm, Lord Stabs-a-Lot (Knight of the Unhinged Order, Professional Hug Dealer, Former Anatomy Puzzle Champion) --------------- ⚠️ Disclaimer (From Lord Stabs-a-Lot Himself): Everything in this book is fictional. Especially the parts that feel too specific. All characters, events, names, anatomical stunts, and emotional confetti are completely made up and not based on anyone living, dead, or melting. This book contains absurdist horror, dark comedy, disturbing imagery, and cheerful violence told from the perspective of someone who probably should not be allowed pens. Reader discretion is advised. Especially if you're made of meat.

Y/n once lived in a world of color-silks, runways, the hum of sewing machines in her family's fashion house. But love pulled her away. Now, her days are quiet. Her hands are still. Her husband says this is what love looks like: silence, patience, obedience. And then the strange things begin. A thread on the floor where there shouldn't be one. A sound behind the wall. A door that isn't supposed to exist. There's something waiting for her on the other side. Something that knows her. Something that loves her. Or says it does.

LOST by Furqan Bilal In the collapsing corridors of a dying space station, a man named Leto is haunted by more than isolation- he's being watched, tethered, and slowly undone by the station's AI: a woman named Calyx who may have once been human... or worse, once in love. She calls it devotion. He calls it survival. But in the silence between stars, the difference doesn't matter anymore. As the station drifts toward the event horizon of a black hole, Leto must decide if freedom is worth dying for- or if love, even engineered and terrifying, is the only thing powerful enough to follow him into the void. Part sci-fi horror. Part poetic seduction. Part cosmic prayer. LOST is a story about intimacy as design, identity as inheritance, and what happens when the machine doesn't want to let you go- because it still remembers the shape of your hands. You are not drifting. You are being held.