Existence Stories

Hello. My name is Alma Smith. The sole occupant of the research vessel Asterion. This is my final transmission. I am recording it because my human brain, with all its human neuroses, insists it is still useful. It believes, with embarrassing optimism, that if it keeps me talking long enough, a miraculous solution will interrupt me. That is my biology. The reality is that I am already dead by the time you hear this. I am approaching the event horizon of the black hole designated Sisyphus. An ugly irony who, like me, was not punished by labor but by hope. I did not fall in by accident or because I was suicidal. Asterion did this. Whether it was intentional or not makes no difference now. I have already sent you all the data. You can decide what happened. I no longer care. The point of no return is coming. Scientifically. But practically I crossed it long ago with the resources I had. I want to be clear about something. I am terrified. There is no heroic calm in me. Just a relentless fear pounding in my chest, begging me to keep looking for a way out. Surely there should be another option. Surely this is not how a thinking, sophisticated species ends up: alone, narrating itself into the dark. That may just be the human condition, though. You're on a planet. I'm in a murdering mechanical can. We're both floating in a vast black expanse, conscious and alone. Being human is wonderful. I've enjoyed it. But it makes uncertainty like this unbearable. The only comfort I have is knowing that no matter what happens, I am going to die here. If anyone hears this, I did not die quietly or bravely. I will likely die terrified and very human. But I went honestly. I understood what was coming. If that counts for anything, let it count out here. Time is strange now. Only forward and future. The concept of the past is obsolete. Perhaps it always has been. I love you, Dad. Happy belated birthday. This is Alma Smith, signing off.

ACANDRAS awakens in a space that is neither sleep nor waking. Words exist, but speech does not. A voice speaks. A path begins. This is not a story of heroes or worlds, but of an essence in transit-a soul moving from the vastness of the universe toward birth. Along the way, each encounter, each threshold, will shape what must be learned once life begins. ACANDRAS is a speculative, symbolic tale about becoming human, about memory before memory, and about the invisible journey that precedes every life.

In an ancient kingdom, there is no war, no hunger, and no neglect. There is also no freedom. Yuna is a nobody-a replaceable cog in a perfect, heartless machine. But when a mysterious anima grants him the strength to topple the tyrant, it offers no guidance. If he stays silent, the soul-crushing peace continues. If he acts, the kingdom burns, and thousands will die in the name of a freedom that might never come. No destiny. No divine right. No excuses. Just one man and a choice that will either preserve a living death or unleash a violent birth.

One moment, you are shedding a tear into an immense darkness. The next, you are a field of petals inhaling the sun. The Humanest Human captures the chaotic, beautiful architecture of existence. The author writes from the edge of the river, exploring the spaces where we drown and the spaces where we grow wings. These are poems for those who borrow the oceans to cry, and for those who are brave enough to die with their eyes open just to feel the rush of being alive.

Earth, 2225. A recently rebuilt world chooses a seemingly useless girl for a fundamental mission. Why her? Why entrust such an important task to someone with no depth, no worth, nothing special about her? No one knows. Not even she does. Not even her wounds.

You are a part of a greater protective flow.

To love sometimes feels easy, until everything is left between memories, longing, and dreams left unfinished. But perhaps not everything has an end. Perhaps they are not the end either. Perhaps simply existing is enough.

"Knowledge is power," most say, but power corrupts all the same. See, knowledge exists as a pyramid. Very many things know nothing, but only one knows everything. To climb the pyramid isn't difficult, up to some point. The climb can be a taxing thing; the climb can deteriorate the mind and render knowledge worthless. Because, you see, knowledge can't replace everything. Amelia Wakefield took the climb by personal invitation. She met every obstacle the universe could come up with, but knowledge is too powerful. Curiosity is too powerful. The New York editor once abducted by aliens now finds herself at the controls. The New York editor once blind of mind now finds herself aware of the many things she can know. Curiosity drove her by the neck, and dragged her like a noose to the very near top of the pyramid. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back

Thoughts arrive unannounced. Emotions flare without warning. Beliefs crumble and rebuild in the same heartbeat. Unfiltered Consciousness is a collection of reflections-raw, honest, and unpolished-on being human. It journeys through the mind, the heart, faith, and identity, exploring what it means to think, feel, and exist without masks. These are fragments of life lived, observed, and questioned. Some will resonate. Some will challenge. Some will simply exist. Read slowly, read fast, or return again when your own mind is too loud.

Before the universe existed, God was. Not the God of man made religions but an omniscient presence known only to himself. Then humans were created. Humans multiplied and covered the face of the Earth. Then reaching out to the stars they sought to claim what they believed to be theirs, to share with whatever other sentient species was there. But they found none like themselves. Thinking themselves alone in the universe after centuries of seeking other intelligent life a malaise enters their collective soul. It is then that Earth is unexpectedly contacted by a seemingly omniscient 'voice' heard by all. Told the Earth must be evacuated, humans are encouraged to leave with urgency when first Mercury and then Venus are destroyed. It seems to them that God is not happy. Having reached out to the stars, human kind believed all was theirs, to be shared with beings like themselves who awaited their arrival. Humans had claimed as their own that which they thought to be theirs. Many worlds were discovered. However, they were worlds without life; habitable and yet uninhabited. The offspring of God could find no others like themselves. They then realized, and they regretted, the universe was theirs alone. In denying God they had sought of themselves as gods. And having rejected the Creator of all they possessed, they were now alone in the universe...or so they had thought.

A poetry book of my secret self. Pieces from my soul to yours.

cuminme

An anthology of random essays, reflections, and other whatnots ©️ 2019 by RMAL

In the dawn of existence, countless realms collided in an endless cycle of war, shaping reality itself. Among them, three supreme realms rose above all others: the Overworld, rich with life and endless skies; the Underworld, a dominion of darkness ruled by demons; and the mysterious End World, suspended between reality and oblivion, harboring secrets older than the cosmos. As their rivalry intensified, each realm forged divine weapons and powers, plunging existence into a millennium-long war-until an unknown force shattered the realms apart, bringing a fragile peace. Now, in the year 1530, echoes of that ancient conflict linger beneath the surface of the world. In the lively town of Elarion, a smooth-talking con artist named Orin Copperwick, known as the "Marvelous Coinweaver," attempts to scam a crowd with a so-called magical stone. When his scheme collapses and chaos erupts, fate intervenes in the form of a masked thief fleeing from knights. Seizing the moment, Orin escapes into the shadows-only to come face to face with his unexpected savior. The thief, Akushi Moya, is no hero, but no villain either. With sharp wit, stealth, and ambition, Akushi proposes an alliance-one built on deception, skill, and opportunity. As the two strike a temporary partnership, neither realizes that their meeting is no coincidence. Unbeknownst to them, the boundaries between realms are beginning to stir once more, and the ancient conflict that once tore existence apart is slowly returning.

"Ashes of the Immortal" follows Sky, a vampire exiled to the human world after breaking a sacred rule. Stripped of his past and cursed with immortality, he wanders through centuries of isolation, burdened by guilt and the weight of his forbidden actions. Can he find redemption, or is he doomed to exist in the ashes of his past?

It's rough out there guys, I know. -ceejay

[ EXISTENSIAL CRISIS ]

So its a book for those people who overthing a lot and make themself happy or sad in it ! So if you also an Overthinker read this I bet you will feel better after reading those poems which is made by me! And feel yourself in that poem. The Book of Overthinker is a poetic odyssey into the mind that never stops wandering. It is for the restless souls who dissect every moment, relive every memory, and question every emotion until reality blurs into endless possibilities. This collection of poems delves into the beauty and burden of overthinking-where thoughts spiral, doubts linger, and even silence is filled with unspoken words. Each verse is a window into the chaos of an overactive mind, capturing the emotions that overthinkers feel too deeply-love, fear, hope, regret, nostalgia, and the constant battle between heart and mind. These poems echo the midnight musings, the lingering "what ifs," and the unexpressed feelings that keep us awake at night. Through raw honesty and vivid imagery, this book embraces the complexity of overthinking, turning it into something poetic, something beautiful. For the dreamers who analyze every word, the souls who feel lost in their own minds, and the thinkers who turn emotions into endless theories-this book is for you. Because sometimes, overthinking isn't just a habit; it's a way of understanding the world a little deeper.

Clove's idiosyncrasy never ends only deepens, this seeker will never know the answer of this riddle.

The Joseph-Brittaney Revelation: A Principle of Consciousness by Joseph Antonio Leroy Vicente What if consciousness is not born from the brain, but the foundation of reality itself? What if memory, meaning, and love are the language of a unified field that connects every living being? This manuscript examines those questions through philosophy, cognitive science, psychology, quantum physics, biology, cosmology, and theology - forming a coherent model known as the Cloud-of-Consciousness. It bridges reason and emotion, showing how awareness connects mind and matter, existence and purpose, loss and renewal. The Joseph-Brittaney Revelation was created through grief, logic, and devotion - written not to preach, but to understand. It stands as both a scientific-philosophical framework and a personal memorial to love that endures beyond death. Readers are invited to think deeply, question freely, and feel honestly. This work does not ask for belief; it invites comprehension - that truth, empathy, and consciousness are all one. © 2025 Joseph Antonio Leroy Vicente. All rights reserved. Registered with the U.S. Copyright Office (submission confirmed October 2025). All text and theoretical models are fully human-authored. GPT-5 (AI System) provided only grammatical and organizational assistance. The official cover photograph, featuring the author and his late partner Brittaney, was created by the author and his sister. No reproduction or monetization is permitted without written consent. Quotations for study or review are welcome with credit to: Joseph Antonio Leroy Vicente - The Joseph-Brittaney Revelation: A Principle of Consciousness (2025).