Existential Stories

And now, the detail I'm changing - the twist that sparked this alternate story: drum roll, please... (just kidding). Like it or not, I've chosen to change one of the characters in the Losers' Club. The change I'm making is small, but its consequences ripple through the story in unexpected ways. In this version of IT, Eddie Kaspbrak is... well, not quite the Eddie we know. Instead, I introduce another member in the Losers' Club: a young girl named Nicole. Nicole Black is three years younger than the rest of the group. She lives in the shadow of her overprotective mother, who treats her like a fragile treasure, insisting she stay home, monitoring her health obsessively, and "curing" her of illnesses that exist only in her imagination, much like Eddie's experiences in the original story. Her world is one of rules, books, and careful observation rather than traditional childish playdates and mischief. But make no mistake: Nicole is endlessly curious, knowledgeable, and almost frighteningly precise. She has few, if any, friends, and she feels comfortable in her own company - a quiet little freak, fully aware of how dif erent she is. When Pennywise turns his attention to her, she has no choice but to step out of her solitary world. She joins the rest of the Losers' Club, approaching every strange and terrifying encounter with reason, always trying to observe, classify, and understand what she sees. At first, no one takes her seriously, mainly because of her age. Yet, despite her skepticism and scientific lens, the reality of Pennywise - the grotesque, shapeshifting horror that lurks in Derry - cannot be denied. Nicole, just like the rest of the Losers, comes to realize that some things in the world simply cannot be explained. And, gradually, Nicole Black grows into a more and more complex character as the story reveals several dark secrets and twists.

She didn't just survive the disaster- she became it. After fusing with an entire city, Kawaiia turns into something impossible: a living anomaly capable of reshaping reality itself. But power like that doesn't come quietly. As beings known as witches begin to appear-each one embodying absolute concepts like knowledge, severity, and creation-Kawaiia is forced into battles that go far beyond strength. She doesn't destroy her enemies. She understands them. And with every encounter, she changes. But there's a limit. When her power spirals out of control and collapses an entire timeline, Kawaiia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: Infinite power without control doesn't make you a god. It breaks everything. Now, standing at the edge of godhood, she faces a final choice- Rule everything... or remain human. Zero Over Heaven is a long-form, character-driven epic about overwhelming power, emotional truth, and the discipline to choose humanity over divinity. ARC 5: THE WITCH OF KNOWLEDGE IS BEING RELEASED + UPDATED VISUALS ARE ROLLING OUT across August Arc OVA: Discovery Is being Remastered across August aswell as the ongoing Arc 5 releases. Update: WE HIT 300 READS! WOOOO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! Thank you for all the support that comes this way, wouldn't have gotten this far without you I am the author of Zero Over Heaven. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road under the account MaukutheGo@t.

Won an award. Poems get better with time lapsed since my abstinence. Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. 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 weekly, 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).

A parallel story set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The plot begins during Satoru Gojo's second year at the Jujutsu Tech sorcery school and unfolds at the margins of the official system. Aika Kurogame is part of an informal network that monitors what the jujutsu hierarchy doesn't want to see: anomalies, misclassified missions, and events that don't align with official reports. While the system maintains visible order, this network operates in silence, connecting people who are trying to understand what lies behind the decisions of the clans and the administration. As small irregularities accumulate - "simple" missions that aren't, sorcerers dispatched without explanation, and presences appearing where they shouldn't - a suspicion emerges that something within the system itself is failing. Among students, unexpected allies, and a network growing in the shadows, the story explores how some try to hold together what is breaking apart while the jujutsu world keeps moving forward as if nothing had happened. Note: This is a sequential work of fanfiction set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The original world and some canon characters belong to Gege Akutami; all other characters and plot elements are original creations. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes.

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.

This is an alternate universe/retelling of the pilot episode of The Amazing Digital Circus, where Pomni grows from an anxious girl trope to something more existential like Serial Experiments Lain or Ghost in the Shell.

This is for those who are tired of the "right" answers. No moralizing here. No advice on "how you should live." Just observations. No heroes. Just people who put on a brave face every day, only to sit in their kitchen at night and realize - it's all a lie. And this isn't drama. This is just life.

[FEATURED IN HIGHFANTASY AND COMEDY] "Even if my body isn't the best for this. I have to admit I was blessed" Brahamn was a a retired pirate He returned to from the seas in defeat just to see their parents again, just to find them destroyed and broke. In revenge he sets his goal to destroy all sea monsters, just to find that, "-That's exactly what the higher ups wanted-". In a series of adventures Brahamn and his crew fight for what justice is, while showing why we should care for the people around us. This is a wholesome Fantasy action story with themes of humanism and questions about the rights of humanity towards animals. This is a wholesome story but does not shy from deep questions and emotional moments and action. I post a chapter every Friday without missing. So if you are into wholesome stories that are not shy on emotional moments, finding meaning, action and , physical and emotional fights. You should check up my story

Nineteen-year-old Wataru Kurebayashi never believed a single act of kindness could ruin a life. After saving a stranger from a violent encounter, he awakens carrying something that was never meant to be his: Nagori, a fragment of another person's identity. The world he stumbles into has always existed in silence. Hidden among ordinary people are Utsuwa-individuals who survive by Harvesting Nagori from others. Every Harvest strengthens them while blurring the line between who they were and who they've become. To refuse is to slowly lose themselves. To accept is to slowly become someone else. Wataru wants neither. As he searches for a way to remain himself without stealing pieces of others, he finds a world divided not by heroes and villains, but by people who have all found different answers to the same impossible question: What is a person, if every part of them came from someone else? His journey draws him into conspiracies that span decades, secret organizations that shape society from the shadows, and philosophies that challenge the very existence of identity itself. Friends become mirrors. Enemies become uncomfortable truths. Every choice leaves a trace, and every trace demands to be carried by someone. In a world where memory can be taken, compassion can kill, and even the self is borrowed, Wataru must decide whether identity is something worth protecting-or whether it was only ever an illusion. NAGORI is a psychological urban fantasy exploring identity, altruism, memory, and the cost of remaining human when humanity itself can be stolen.

A nameless boy spends his life trying to become someone worthy of the person he once believed he would be. When ambition becomes exhaustion, failure becomes identity, and the past begins to feel like a place he can never return to, he is forced to confront a question far more difficult than success: What if becoming someone new doesn't mean losing who you were? A Story About Nothing is a quiet, philosophical coming-of-age story about identity, failure, friendship, expectations, and the fragile, stubborn act of beginning again. Because sometimes, the most important story is the one we almost convince ourselves isn't worth telling.

Life doesn't give you lemons. It throws them at you until you're bruised, cuts them open, and expects you to smile through the sting. For a long time, childhood felt like a safe blur. But the moment the dust settled on puberty and middle school arrived, the horizon violently shifted. Hit by the cold, unforgiving weight of reality, she quickly learned what it means to bleed, to take up space, and to forcedly mature into a woman within a fiercely masculine society that demands her silence. At home, the walls offer no shelter. Controlled by strict parents, her world is a quiet battleground of generational pressure and a broken heart that never quite heals. From the sting of a first crush who looks right through her, to friends who drift away like smoke, every connection leaves behind a fraction of the girl she used to be. She has the mind to be extraordinary, the brilliance to be successful, and a soul meant for bigger things. But genius means nothing when you are born into the wrong environment. SOURSWEET is a devastating, philosophical tragedy about the lottery of birth, the crushing weight of structural unfairness, and the quiet grief of a girl realizing that sometimes, no matter how hard you fight, the game was rigged before you even learned the rules. A Note from the Author: This story is carved from the skin of reality. It is a monument to every girl who had to grow up too fast, who loved too deeply in a home that didn't know how to hold her, and who carries the quiet, brilliant fire of a life she was never given the chance to fully live.

"I exist in its one scribble, It was my whole journal"-Drowning Dusk Dreamer falls in love, seething and set up on fire. Meets a realist, falls head over heels in love- And waits. Waits, like a dog. I used to write smut and angst, now i write in grief. What happened to me? That i dont know either, i am trying to uncover, this secret kept from me by my own conscious, dear reader. I plan to get my work published soon, and promote it on here. First i need to find readers. Follow on your own interest, this is a dying poet's grave with philosophy in its bones.

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.

There are places that exist beyond maps, beyond memory, and beyond explanation. Places that leave no evidence they were ever there. For months, the same dream has haunted him: a blood-red sky, a tree too large to comprehend, and people silently walking toward it. Every morning he wakes with the same uneasiness, convinced it is only a dream. Until the impossible begins following him into the real world. A stranger with his face. A smile that feels disturbingly familiar. And a single sentence that refuses to leave his mind: "The tree is calling." The closer he gets to the truth, the more he loses himself. In the endless pursuit of the truth...what if the only thing he loses is himself?.

In a quiet café in Savannah, Georgia, Brooke, a skeptical museum worker, encounters Lily, an absurdly tiny woman seeking a mysterious, disappearing magic door. While Brooke initially dismisses Lily as a hallucination or a breakdown of reality, she quickly becomes fascinated by her, choosing to playfully tease and observe her rather than let her escape. Despite her fears and the strange physical size difference, Lily proves her agency by communicating with Brooke. Instead of setting her free, Brooke decides to keep Lily company. Lily's left wondering if Brooke intends to help her, or misguide her. // Thank you for checking out my story. I originally wrote it as perspective and imagery practice but it became much more complicated. It isn't one of my main projects so I felt comfortable posting it online. Please let me know if you enjoyed it. I'd love to see any friendly comments or thoughtful discussions as well. // Vanilla cross-post from my ao3 account, "noblegiant." Fits Wattpad guidelines. Cover made with Canva. Heading images featured by chapter are all stock photos and purely for vibes.

The question for Avi was not whether she could give up her ambitions for Orion, but rather how far could Orion go for someone he knows he can never truly have. Avi, in Orion's little conclusion of her, was always going to belong to herself. That's what made her so bewitching, that's what made her so fragile to hold, and that's what makes Orion hold his breath whenever he's around her that all he could do was admire from a safe distance. Yes he was selfless, most especially to her. Orion wanted nothing more but to linger in the premises that she would allow him to, and he would not demand more, he swore. He swore, he swore. But the measure of his selflessness is not about his obedience to her boundaries, but rather in his acquiescence to let her go. A tale about connection, bargaining, and eventual surrender. Is love worth pursuing in the presence of uncertainty and passionate promises made in the heat of the moment? And most importantly, does it matter how it ends when all you've really lived through was the in-between moments?

Just a whole lot of jumbled thoughts that you could maybe call poetry. A lot of heavy topics.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

A personal and introspective journey into the mind of a writer who questions everything around him, including himself. Through thoughts about identity, personality, and the weight of unanswered questions, the book explores what it means to live with a restless mind that never stops searching for meaning, even when the answers are hard to find.

Pedro believes he has a job, a desk, and a simple problem: nobody will tell him what he's supposed to do. As he wanders through the strange building, impossible corridors, forgotten memories, and inexplicable people begin to appear. Someone is watching him, always. Something that can see far more than he can. Pedro is searching for his purpose. And every time he finds it, reality shifts.