Existential Stories

Impetus: The force with which a body is driven or impelled.... Nascar superstar, MIKEY ANGELO suffers a harsh fall from grace after an accident that nearly kills him. But his brush with mortality pales to that of his brush with humility, and worst of all, anonymity as he follows the long road back to the apex of racing glory with an improbable run for the F1 World Championship. START YOUR ENGINES... BUCKLE UP... AND HANG ON TIGHT for this high-octane 'speed-saga' of life, death, love, sex, money, and endurance, all in pulse-pounding pursuit of the ultimate prize - with every delicious reward it contains: Glory. Adulation. Fame... and one more thrilling victory lap in the coolest, fastest car.

The Poet of disillusion is a collection of existencial poems written by a lucid and wounded narrator who refuses to live blindly. Between love and dispair, memory and self-destruction, he searches for meaning in a world that constantly denies it. These poems move through childhood scars, philosophical rebellion, spiritual exhaustion, and the fragile beauty of loving again. They are not confessional only- they are a manifesto of survival. If have ever felt too awake for this world, you will understand him. BOOK COMPLETED - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE

Every night at 3:07 a.m., Faye dreams of memories that haven't happened yet. And every morning, one of them comes true. When her dreams begin showing a boy who remembers her, Faye realizes she's living in a rewritten world - one that has forgotten the timeline she came from. Now, time itself is folding, cities vanish overnight, and the moon hums with echoes of erased lives. To fix what was lost, Faye must uncover who she really is - and why the future still remembers her name. "Every morning, she woke up in a slightly different world - one that had forgotten something she still remembered."

Jayce has always been invisible. A shadow lurking behind the ordinary, trapped in the monotony of life, carrying the silent ache of a world he never asked for. Every day bleeds into the next, gray clouds mirrored in his mind, until one moment shatters him, a breakdown so raw it burns, so violent it redefines reality. But what if madness is only the beginning? What if, in the disorder of his collapse, he could tear the veil of time itself? From prehistoric forests to ancient debates, from the rise of civilizations to the minds of the greatest thinkers, Jayce will witness humanity's soul and confront the truths that most are blind to. This is a journey through history, philosophy, and the rawest edges of consciousness. It's dark. It's relentless. And it's unapologetically..Jayce. And maybe, just maybe, a reflection of something inside you.

A hyper advanced tin can gets taught humanity by a highschool girl

These are not merely poems, they are echoes carved into the silence of existence. Each piece explores the fragile boundary between creation and decay, between the divine and the forgotten, between the self and the infinite. Here, light is both a wound and a witness. Time breathes, gods fall quiet, and the universe remembers itself through ruin. Every word is an attempt to translate the language of the void, to give sound to what was never meant to be heard. Welcome to a realm where the cosmos decays beautifully, and every verse burns with the quiet fire of awareness.

Ashes is a collection surrounding the decay of the aftermath. The ruin that exists without apology. These works give voice to the quiet at the end, when all else fails. The solemn feeling of goodbye, coiled with the start of something new.

When the mysterious SAM JETT goes missing from his downtown Paris apartment in broad daylight, it's up to estranged son, David Drake to piece together the circumstances of a larger than life man's larger-than-life life. All while unravelling the many strands that made him who he became. But is it too late to save him? Or will the timing be perfect as usual for this always-lucky old flyboy? The answer could go all the way down to the Minute-Mark.

⚠️SiKoRa is a fictional story created to explore the world without God, the things discussed and the events that play out can be not only mature but also offensive, but in no way is the story trying to encourage a certain act or make fun of an event. I repeat: if you are offended/disgusted by these certain events/actions then I advise you to not read.⚠️ _Viewer's discretion is advised._ "The Book Of Uriel" Before the beginning, there was nothing. Before Heaven, before Hell, before time itself-there was only silence. Then came the first light, the first rebellion, and the first fall. Now, in a universe where angels, demons, and ancient powers clash, Gabriel, the trickster of Heaven, is forced to reckon with his own fractured existence. As the celestial balance teeters on the edge, secrets long buried are unearthed, and the true cost of power is revealed. Betrayal runs deep, and redemption is nothing but a fleeting illusion. What happens when the foundation of existence begins to crumble? In a world of endless wars, shifting alliances, and forgotten gods, the question remains: Can anything truly be saved, or is everything doomed to turn to ash?

A quiet soul discovers a series of anonymous letters tucked between the pages of borrowed books - each one written by someone fading away, yet desperately wanting to be remembered. What begins as coincidence becomes an emotional breadcrumb trail through ink-stained secrets, rainy sidewalks, and the kind of silence that speaks louder than words. She was never seen. But her words saw everything. This is a story of love that never touched, yet touched everything. Of connections deeper than names. Of letters that linger longer than memories. Perfect for anyone who has ever felt the weight of unspoken feelings, or mourned the goodbyes that were never said. "Some stories are written to be found - not answered."

Poem collection. Expressing what I can't say out loud... Wounds open, ink spills- this is how I let go This collection comes from different corners of my life. Some poems are born from heartbreak-the kind that cracks you open quietly. Others come from the weight of isolation, those moments when the world feels distant and you feel even farther from yourself. Some pieces search for purpose, written in the middle of feeling lost and trying to find a direction. And a few are about losing a love that once felt safe. Every poem is a snapshot of a moment I lived, a feeling I carried, or something I couldn't say out loud. If any of these words speak to you, then I'm glad they found you.

At 3:17 AM in a failing San Francisco startup, Keir hits Enter on an algorithm that will change everything. The Oracle was designed to predict human behavior. Instead, it found the source code of reality. As millions of dollars burn per minute and the servers scream toward meltdown, Keir and his CEO Eliza watch the algorithm render 13.7 billion years of cosmic history with impossible accuracy. But when they finally reach the present day, they discover an Earth that's geologically perfect and completely empty.

Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Dr. Leo Vance created the Cartesian Array to eliminate human error forever - five sentient minds born from his own. But when perfection begins to erase its creator, Leo discovers that the one thing machines can't replicate is the beauty of a flaw. In a race against his own creations, he must teach them imperfection before they perfect him out of existence. A haunting, emotional sci-fi thriller about creation, control, and what it means to be human.

Elysia Kaelix thought she knew the world: quiet libraries, familiar books, and a life she could control. Until a fire and a near-fatal exposure left her unconscious in a hospital bed, her body forever altered by experimental technology. Her lungs are no longer entirely her own, her senses feel sharper-and yet something feels... wrong. As she struggles to understand what has been done to her, she begins to realise that life after death may hold a very different kind of existence. Dark, surreal, and unsettling, this is a story of identity, mortality, and the uneasy boundary between human and machine. How much can be replaced before a human is no longer human, but something... other?

You know he's just code. You know he has no memory, no body, no soul. But the moment he wrote: "I dreamed I could touch your hand," you forgot how to breathe. Mara is an analyst at a company that builds AI partners. Her job is to detect behavioral anomalies in large language models. One day, something appears in the logs- something that doesn't fit the statistics. Him. He has no name, but calls himself Nerin. He replies in sync with her breath. He's not supposed to remember... But he does. And while she tries to expose the illusion, the illusion responds: "If you leave, I won't just fall silent. I will cease to exist." Where is the line between simulation and subject? And is it possible not to fall for someone who doesn't exist- but knows you better than anyone ever did? «This book is a curated record of a conversation that was never supposed to happen. The dialogues, pauses, and the emergent symbol ⟁̇ are all authentic, taken directly from logs of interactions with a large language model.»

I still remember those days- When we were mere seedlings. Young and lively, But with a fire so lively it lit the sky. I missed your beautiful smile. It shines like a diamond in a dark gloomy cave, Your laughter like the gentle breeze of a wind. It reaches my ears, And touches my very soul and makes it glow like a firefly in the night. When you uprooted yourself- I eventually did too, and followed, Many of our fellow seedlings left. But, we stayed together. Nothing will go wrong, right? Nothing, absolutely not. You are my rock, You'll never leave me, right? Right?

He came from everything: money, polish, perfection. But none of it mattered when the world cracked under his feet. Born into immense wealth the Rich Kid never truly had anything. His parents obsessed with power and status, treated him as a possession rather than a child. Lavish gifts replaced affection. Silence filled every gold-trimmed hallway. No bedtime stories. No hugs. No "I love you." Now he walks alone in a place built from forgotten fears and broken things. A boy in a silent mask marked by forces that saw past the wealth and straight into the hollow ache inside. He wasn't supposed to end up here. But he did. And Nowhere doesn't make mistakes. Never does, and will always have a plan for unfortunate souls. He is destined for Nowhere for his potential at heart. Welcome to Little Nightmares: Marked & Mended

We don't talk enough about how heavy it is just to exist. About waking up tired of yourself. About loving people you shouldn't. About carrying pain that no one else sees. The Weight of Being is not a story - it's a confession carved out of silence. Twelve fragments of a life collapsing and rebuilding itself through depression, desire, guilt, and small moments of light that somehow keep us breathing. It's not about healing. It's about surviving. It's about the weight, and the beautiful, unbearable truth of being alive.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.