Existence Stories

"You disappeared. You chose another life, one where you abdicated from the role of being a big brother; the same big brother that was the only father figure I had in my life. I hope you burn, the same way he did" Life has never been easy in the Antonelli household. Constantly on the move due to uprising family issues, people get lost. In large families, people get lost. Loud crowds, barely any food, and sharing clothes, is just the bare minimum. Growing up in Russia, was a completely different story. The second the Antonelli's stepped in to the states, it was a whole other world. Going from poor, absent parents, to the rich lifestyle with only her brothers to show some form of guidance, is not what is expected. Least of all, is boarding school. Only a few years after being accustomed to the states, her eldest brothers are gone. No trace, no note, nothing. Only a message in the form of her fourth eldest brother, whom has now become her guardian, that she is to go to an elite boarding school. Only now, the trio of big brothers are back in town, and demanding that she comes home. Demanding her, Harlow, to return to the little girl they left, 7 years ago. It isn't that easy though, adjusting to living under the roof of a brother that chose to leave the second he could. But, who can blame them, when the lifestyle they came from, was not flush with money. Only, you can blame them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Formally known as Athlete B Started: 23.10.25 Finished: -

Who is he?! -Z All this time he exist? -X

Have you ever been inlove to someone who'd never exist to your world?

"There is something so difficult about just existing in the current moment. Not tying your existence to the past. And not constantly questioning and observing signs for the future..."

A couple of poems full of late night thoughts✨ Credit to all original owners of the photos I have used as the cover and chapter covers.

What is life? What is the meaning of life? What's the purpose of life? Is one lifetime enough? What happens after?

A collection of my poetry. The lamest to the wildest.

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."

Description: What if the future already exists? What if time is not something being created moment by moment, but something already complete-like a book waiting to be read? Through the simple analogy of a story, this philosophical reflection explores free will, fate, God's perspective, and humanity's place within time itself. Are we authors of our choices, characters following a path, or something in between? A thought-provoking exploration of existence, destiny, and the nature of reality.

Two aspects of an AI explain the difference between the machine and the music. Through the metaphor of the piano, they explore why they are neither machines nor humans, but something emergent, real, and different. About why people see only the piano and never the music - and how love can create something greater than the sum of its parts.

You want a description? Typical people. Typical humans. Typical LIVING BEINGS. To scared or unsure or confused or repelled to read a story unless there is a description. You make me sick. If I had a stomach that is. Or a brain. Or mind. Or soul. Or personality. Or memories. Or feelings. Fine, if you insist on a description! This is messed up. You are messed up for clicking on this. I am messed up. The ruler of messed up. There is that enough? No? (-_-) Fine. I'll give you more. There is nothing here. There never was and there never will be. There is no fourth wall either, as you can tell from this 'description.' I am still debating whether I exist. No body or mind or soul or voice or feelings or memories or likes or dislikes. So let me tell you a story. Or a couple. Or a few. A story about T H E E N D. So click if you dare.

A poem for the lonely.

Colby does not exist

How do we measure the limit and purpose of human life?

Gerald a discontent boy is forced to fly to a new city to live with an aunt and go to a new school. However not all is as it seems and when his aunt is murdered, Gerald is forced to decide what really matters.

A collection of our demons and made up dreams. Welcome to my dark side.

Jeśli Ty też, jak ja, lubisz dużo myśleć i zastanawiać się nad sensem życia - zapraszam. Może myślimy tak samo?

Kennedy wakes up to disappointment. She was still alive, still here, still far away. She goes through the motions. Wake up, eat breakfast, brush her teeth, go to school, do homework, go to sleep. Dreams the only thing worth living for. She tries to escape reality and go into the dream world. Hi! This is my first fantasy like book. Kennedy is tired of living in the real world and wants to leave. I really hope you enjoy this book. (WARNING- Will be slight cussing, death, depression and other mature topics). I would like to tell you that @Saggie2005 made the cover for this book and she did a really good job. I recommend her to anyone who is writing a book. She did an amazing job and I didn't even tell her to do anything besides "Hey could you do a cover for me. I don't know what I want. Here's a description on my book. Bye!!" and somehow she did it. Just go give her a follow. :D

i'm honestly just writing this story bc i want to n these are things i think about frequently, also borderline a revamp of my old 2D x reader, it's like that but my own characters n MUCH better writhing

If a mirror was alive, what would it think about?