Dreamlogic Stories

She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know where she is. With darkness surrounding her, she follows the only path she sees, to try and understand what happened to her, and find out where she is supposed to go. IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT AI GENERATED! I'm Brazilian and English is my second language, and the dialogue in Brazilian books are written with em-dashes. I hate AI and will never use it for my writing, and this note is meant to clarify that.

The Overlap: An Anthology of Twisted Realities is a collection of unsettling, intimate stories where ordinary life fractures at the edges. The stories share a thematic spine: the uncanny hiding inside the everyday, the way reality can warp without warning, and the quiet horror of being the only one who notices.

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.

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?

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......

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.

Secrets to Keep is a surreal coming-of-age fantasy about memory, music, and identity. When Shasta moves to a new town, she discovers a hidden carnival world, the Towne, that feeds on unspoken truths and forgotten selves. Each trial forces her to confront the versions of herself she almost became, while a boy named Boston awakens alongside her, breaking rules that were never meant to bend. As shadows gather and guides begin to fail, Shasta learns the most dangerous secret isn't what she's hiding from others, but what she refuses to admit to herself.

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.

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.

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.

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

Memories rot. Faces blur. Reality bends. Within these pages lie stories of obsession, fear, fractured minds, impossible places, and things that should have remained forgotten. Every tale is another step into the fade.

A compilation of short stories, scripts, and poetry inspired by my dream journal. Stories are unrelated unless they share the same leading title.

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.

Ever had a dream so ridiculous you woke up laughing before your eyes were even open? Welcome to mine. What started as a simple shortcut through a railroad construction site turned into absolute chaos when my sister climbed into the world's most questionable bucket cart and everything went spectacularly wrong. Flying dirt, confused workers, impossible crashes, and dream logic at its finest collide in this cinematic comedy that proves your subconscious has a sense of humor. Fast-paced, absurd, and unforgettable.

You ever fall asleep watching a scary movie... and wake up still inside it? Three friends. One phone. A voice that knows too much. What starts as a joke slowly turns into a psychological game where fear isn't loud, anger isn't explosive, and the danger lies in what isn't being said. Funny Now? - Volume I is a quiet, unsettling origin story about awareness, denial, and the moment you realize the story didn't end when you thought it did. They thought it was over... It wasn't.

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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.

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.