Existentialangst Stories

"Lost Reflections" invites you on a profound poetic journey through the depths of existential exploration. In this captivating collection of verses, the reader will be immersed in a world where introspection and contemplation reign, where the poet's soul grapples with the complexities of existence and seeks meaning amidst the chaos. Within the pages of "Lost Reflections," the poet's voice resonates with haunting beauty, capturing the essence of the human experience in its most vulnerable moments. Each poem unveils a fragment of the poet's inner world, a glimpse into the labyrinth of thoughts, emotions, and unanswered questions that haunt their consciousness. Through evocative imagery and lyrical language, this collection delves into themes of identity, purpose, mortality, and the transient nature of life. The verses serve as mirrors reflecting the universal yearning for understanding and connection, compelling readers to ponder their own place in the vast tapestry of existence. From the depths of solitude to the peaks of epiphany, "Lost Reflections" guides readers through the labyrinthine corridors of the poet's psyche. It captures the delicate dance between darkness and light, pain and hope, as the poet grapples with the timeless questions that confront us all. Whether you are seeking solace in the face of your own existential dilemmas or simply appreciate the beauty of poetic introspection, "Lost Reflections" is a poignant and thought-provoking companion. It invites you to pause, reflect, and embrace the enigmatic nature of our shared human journey, leaving an indelible imprint on your own reflections and understanding of life's intricate tapestry.

There were no Orcs around these parts, not since Lord Sauron's demise. Therefore Dwalin battled the tree in the front yard, sinking his weapons into the bark that was nearly as old as he was. It was the only time of solace he had each day. Then he would sink to the ground and stare at the tree, wondering again how he had carried this burden of guilt with him for so many years.

"You're a waste of air! Why won't you just disappear!" My stepdad screamed as he pushed me down the stairs. I rolled down to the living room when he did that. As I tried to get back up, I noticed my mother, who was just sitting there on the couch, flipping channels. "M-mother..." BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! "Pull her out now!" I heard the doctor scream as I snapped back to reality. "She's having a seizure; move the monitors away from her body!" The doctor ordered as he turned off the MRI machine. Star finally stopped shaking and calmed down. My star, my beautiful star...won't you smile for me? Please don't cry anymore; I'm here. Picture credits: Google DO NOT STEAL MY WORK/IDEAS!!! Characters' names are not real people; they're made up. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!⚠️ If you are easily disturbed by attempt suicide, slicing, cutting, and depression, then I warned you not to read this story. If not, then please enjoy it!

While exploring an uncharted nebula, the USS Poseidon discovers the Ark-an ancient construct on the verge of collapse. Within it lies the genetic legacy of a lost civilization... and a threat that could tear the nebula apart. Lieutenant Keshir Zhaq Thran must confront buried truths about his people-and decide whether to complete the Ark's activation or destroy it. The fate of a world, and everyone aboard Poseidon, hangs in the balance. 🖖 Note to Readers: Each chapter reads like a full Star Trek episode-deep, emotional, and immersive. Not a quick read, but worth the journey. New Star Trek: Poseidon content releases every Friday at 7:30 PM EDT. New chapters of Star Trek: Poseidon launch every Friday at 7:30 PM EDT.

We knew it had existed once, but no one knew it was still alive. Our paths had never crossed-not until March 27, 2032, the day of that accident in the Hammerfest glaciers. Poor sailor... The nanomorph awakened in his body for the first time. Then it moved to another, and another after that... Each one it touched turned Grey-drained, pale, weary of life. Scientists called them The Changed, but the people made their own word: The Weirds. In time, that became the only name they were known by. Soon, their numbers reached the thousands, and the world sank beneath the melancholic shadow of these new beings. They wanted to be healed-but we failed them. And then, one day... another color was born: the Reds. But they were different. The nanomorph had given them power. They carried an undying spark within, their sharp minds and boundless energy opening the door to an unknown future. "We are the next step of humanity," they said, taking the Greys under their wings. And the whispers began: "The Reds... are coming to take over the world."