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: -

The discovery of an ancient dragon mask changes the very existences of two young men in ways they never imagined...but their resolve to fight for freedom brings them closer together than ever before! It sets in motion a chain of events that forever alters both of their perspectives on war...and life...

This is not a book. It's a beast. It watches you as you read. It judges you while you laugh. It makes you smile just to watch you fall harder. Inside, there is no plot. There is a family reunion of talking mushrooms, evaporated fathers, prophets in their underwear, and unforgiving hens. There is a bar that expands into a universe. A trattoria that serves as a dimensional rift. A notebook that writes itself-but only in ancient, local dialect. Alejandro Fiorenova writes as if he were cursing with love. As if Kafka had eaten too much heavy food. As if Stephen King had served in the military with an Italian rogue like Diego Abatantuono (the soul of the Oscar-winning Mediterraneo), and they had just reunited at a post-apocalyptic barbecue. It is too chaotic for those seeking logic. Too raw for those living on the run. Too human for those who believe they are eternal. But if you accept the journey-wrong shoes, right wine, open heart-the Infinity will change you. Or it will make you worse, but in an interesting way. This book is not read. It is endured. It is danced. It is digested over weeks. It is a prayer written in wine. A cosmic joke where you can't tell if you're laughing or screaming.

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

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

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.

"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..."

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.

Colby does not exist

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.

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.

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.

Short story about some hateful urge. Guess who is narrator.

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."

Nathan est au bord du vide. Il attend un train. Il déteste la vie, il déteste le monde, il déteste les gens. Il est prêt au grand saut mais en est empêché in extremis par une belle jeune inconnue. De là va naître en Nathan un espoir. L'espoir que cette fille soit différente de toutes les personnes sur cette planète. Que, comme lui, elle soit un mouton noir dans un troupeau de moutons blancs. Cette espoir va se transformer au fur et à mesure à l'obsession. Lui, qui a si peur de la solitude et en même temps, ne supporte pas la société, va se retrouver face à une jeune femme qui va chambouler son existence. Violence, monde de la nuit, prostitution et cigarettes, Nathan va devoir affronter la vie, la vraie. « Elle m'a sauvé la vie. Je vais la sauver de la sienne. »

Do you fear death at all? Do you wonder what happens when we die? Where do we go? What happens to our bodies, our souls? Is there a heaven or a paradise? Is Hell real? Is Satan real? Human beliefs have came a long way since the very start of human existence. It has influenced almost every decision a human has made in their lives. Where would we be without our beliefs? In God? In the Devil? In Aliens? In our Political Opinions? Would we even be considered human without our beliefs? Human beliefs is something no one can get rid of, but what if someone tried and succeeded? Meet Raymond "Ray" Simone. A 16 year old, homeless, scientific nerd who will one day change the world as we all know it. Ray will conquer his fears and use his knowledge to do good, but what he discovers could destroy us all. Is there anybody out there who can save the human race? ***I Will get the First Chapter up soon. Sorry for any inconvenience.***

From year to year I see My life is full of love, So precious and comely, Sent to me from above. I know the Lord is here; He's happy and alive. His love won't disappear; He loves to see me thrive. He loves to see me win; He knows I will survive. Protecting me from sin, To Him I do arrive. He likes it when I win, Triumphing over sin. He treats me like a friend, His love won't ever end. Always lovely and true, Never alters His ways; True beauty is His hue, The love which He displays. The love that He displays, And faithfully to me, So graciously it saves All of humanity. - Joshua Aaron Guillory