Existentialdread Stories

"You may have taken the headset off, Abby. But we never did. This is an SOS call. And my friends and I... we need your help." Five years ago, Abigail Brooks walked away from a strange headset that she found inside an abandoned building. Today, she's happily married, raising her young, three-year-old daughter in St. Louis, Missouri, with her partner, Lee Mateo. But inside a dusty, forgotten server, their digital clones are fighting for their lives. When Caine accidentally downloads a deadly virus from the internet, the circus begins to change. In her desperate bid to survive, Pomni sends out a digital SOS -- one that lands straight into the inbox of an unsuspecting Abigail Brooks. But can the real-world counterparts save the circus members before the virus deletes them forever? Or will they be too late? Two worlds collide in this psychological thriller involving existential dread, two found families, and a tragic romance that will leave you on the edge of your seat.

"It all feels so small." She was fucking trapped. Nothing kills a man faster than his own head, and she was dying. Everything around her seemed wrong. He didn't ease the pain, not yet, but he made her forget. So, she took what she could get. (Cover by Szin)

thoughts on paper

Random stuff I write, usually poetry.

Aurora always knew something was off. Not just in the world-but in her mind. Since childhood, she's seen shadowy figures in the corners of her vision-watching, lurking, never speaking. Everyone told her it was stress, imagination, maybe even madness. But she knows better. These shadows aren't just figments-they're real. And they're getting closer. As her days blur and her memories glitch, Aurorabegins to unravel a terrifying truth: the world around her may not be real at all. And she may not be the one in control. Trapped between reality and delusion, Aurora must choose-follow the haunting clues that could lead her to the truth... or lose herself forever in the static. A haunting psychological thriller about perception, control, and what happens when the line between reality and illusion shatters.

Dr. Aris Thorne's world shatters when her father, celebrated chrononaut Elias Thorne, vanishes without a trace. His last, cryptic message: "The past isn't what we thought. Find the truth, Aris." Inheriting a legacy far more dangerous than she could imagine, Aris discovers Elias's hidden research into time travel's dark underbelly, where altering a single moment unravels the very fabric of reality. Temporal echoes bleed into the present: fleeting memories of impossible events, shifting landscapes, and the chilling sensation that the world is fragmenting around her. A shadowy organization, the Guardians of the Chronos, believes Elias's discoveries are too perilous, determined to erase his work-and anyone who stands in their way. With reality crumbling and her father's fate intertwined with the timeline's collapse, Aris must decipher Elias's warnings and embrace a destiny she never sought. *The Chrononaut's Daughter* is a gripping journey where the past is a weapon, and the future-and humanity itself-hangs by a thread.

Naruto leaves the village. Sasuke doesn't follow, doesn't crash, doesn't argue. He waits, while Naruto finds himself and his way back. Declaration: The characters are not mine, and neither is the art referenced.

where do we go when we are covered head to toe with existential dread? under the bed, of course.

"Inkbound Reflections" is a psychological thriller that takes readers on a haunting journey through the mind of a protagonist trapped between the blurred lines of reality and fiction. The story revolves around a seemingly ordinary individual whose life is gradually disturbed by strange occurrences, unsettling dreams, and a growing sense of isolation. As they question their own sanity, the protagonist seeks validation and support from loved ones, only to be met with disbelief and confusion. The narrative delves into themes of existentialism, perception, and the fragile nature of identity. The protagonist's desperate attempts to prove their sanity lead them down a path of self-destruction and realization, as they gradually discover that they exist within the confines of a story, a character subject to the whims of an unknown author. Filled with eerie atmospheres, psychological tension, and existential dread, "Inkbound Reflections" challenges the boundaries of perception and the nature of free will, leaving readers questioning the nature of their own existence and the power of storytelling.

What love feels like on a depressed girl.

A wound in reality. A hunter with a blade of absence. A choice that unravels everything. To kill Nex is to unmake the question itself-but what remains when the answer is gone?

Older blind women x older deaf women HDG

When the crew of the Solstice returns from humanity's first near-lightspeed test, they think the biggest challenge is over. But strange illusions haunt the ship's corridors, and an impossible stowaway lurks on board. A fractal code begins rewriting the Solstice's AI, hinting at a cosmic entity called the Weaver-one that devours timelines and feasts on humanity's forbidden reach into the stars. As the crew battles fraying sanity, sabotage, and guilt-ridden secrets, they learn every step beyond the light-speed threshold risks tearing reality wide open. Now Captain Delacroix must unravel the Weaver's hold before meltdown consumes them all. Gripping psychological horror collides with hard sci-fi in this epic struggle between ambition and the terrifying shadows of the unknown-where one wrong move could doom humanity to a cosmic devourer lurking in the darkness. Will they sever the Weaver's threads in time, or become woven into its endless cosmic loom?

A dreamlike field of golden grass turns into a waking nightmare when a silent figure begins to close in with every blink. Trapped in a world where whispers beg for help and the ground itself resists escape, the narrator discovers the awful truth: no one is coming. • "In a dream where every blink brings the darkness closer, the worst terror is realizing you're already alone."

A collection of my thoughts. (No, for real. This is just going to be me ranting about anything.) Until that day comes, I can only do my best. Wallowing in existential dread, failing at life, losing meaningful connections, and watching the world burn while I slowly sink into the void - it is okay. Everything is okay.

This short story delves into the poignant world of Brindle, a man whose deepest desire for meaningful connection is perpetually just out of reach. He navigates a landscape of "bromantic" friendships, each encounter a delicate dance on the precipice of true intimacy. Yet, the breakthrough never comes. Brindle's journey is marked by an aching vulnerability, a constant questioning of his own worthiness, leaving him susceptible to misunderstanding and exploitation. His encounters with figures like the effortlessly charming Liam, whose casual camaraderie always stops short of genuine depth, or the intellectually profound Noah, who offers analysis where Brindle craves raw empathy, paint a vivid picture of these almost-connections. Each near miss chips away at his spirit, fueling his anxiety and depression. Driven by a fading intuition that whispers of the possibility of deeper bonds, Brindle embarks on a draining quest for self-discovery. The narrative culminates in a moment of quiet, introspective uncertainty, leaving the reader to ponder whether Brindle will ever truly break free from this cycle of unfulfilled longing, or remain forever suspended at the edge of connection. It's a story of bittersweet hope, the persistent ache of the unsaid, and the enduring mystery of human relationships that hover perpetually at the cusp, never quite blossoming into their full potential.

Octavia has discovered something that shakes her to her core, no she has a decision to make. She has decided to die the worst way possible, day by day while existing.

Expansions untouched by time or familiarity-- a world where architecture expands endlessly, burying both memories and a purpose. The narrator stumbles through numerous boundless, otherworldly expanses, their sense of self unraveling with each step. With no clear destination and whispers of evil drawing near, he must navigate a fragile reality where beauty and dread collide. In Threshold, each moment teeters between fleeting solace and creeping terror, as the line between life and something beyond begins to merge.

Adrian Keller's life is ordinary-until a single letter changes everything: "You are hereby summoned for the crime of being alive." Suddenly, the world twists into corridors that stretch endlessly, doors that lead nowhere, and shadows that seem to watch his every move. A faceless bureaucrat, Mr. Grey, awaits to judge him. Guided by the steadfast faith of Elias, challenged by the cold logic of Maxim, and haunted by the quiet intensity of Clara Weiss, Adrian must navigate a surreal labyrinth where every step questions reality itself. In a city indifferent to suffering, Adrian faces a trial with no rules, a verdict with no clarity, and a question that cannot be ignored: what does it truly mean to exist? The Trial of Existence is a dark, philosophical journey blending the unsettling surrealism of Kafka, the moral intensity of Dostoevsky, and the existential absurdity of Camus. A story about guilt, identity, love, and the fragile human spirit standing against a universe that refuses to explain itself.

"You are the architect of your own fortune," they say. But what happens when you don't even have the blueprints? ​Living life on autopilot is easy. You go to work, you meet expectations, and you watch your own existence play out like a movie you didn't audition for. For me the world is a blur of "should-be's" and "could-be's." Everyone else seems to have a North Star, a burning purpose, or a mapped-out career. ​I'm just trying to feel something other than numb. ​In a world obsessed with success, marriage, and "more," I'm stuck on the most basic question of all: Who am I? This is a journey through the fog of expectation-a raw, honest look at the struggle to find meaning when you're not even sure what joy feels like anymore. Maybe I wasn't born for a destination. Maybe I was born for the search.