Historias de Existentialdread

My personal memoir, recalling the events that have led me astray. I plan to ascertain just what I'm missing to gain a new perspective.

Lena and Mark's vacation turns nightmarish as time begins to loop, reality shifts, and Lena sees another version of herself. Mark vanishes, leaving a warning: "Don't trust the other you." Trapped in an endless cycle, Lena discovers a journal-**written by her past self-**revealing she's being replaced. One final reset. She wakes up. Mark whispers, "Bad dream?" But his voice is wrong. And on the nightstand: "You ran out of time."

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.

The Void is a bleak Lyrical exploration of abandonment, grief , and existential lucidity set beneath the endless winter of Copenhagen. Through Elian a man suspended between memory and numbness the story examines what remains when love dies, family fractures, and meaning refuses to appear.

A scientist travels to the end of everything.

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.

A psychological suspense story that follows a young woman as she ascends the staircase in her late grandparents' house. What begins as a simple errand to retrieve a crucifix turns into an encounter with the supernatural and a terrifying revelation about the thin line between the divine and the grotesque. What happens when faith takes a form you cannot comprehend-or escape?

You've just died, and you're here with me. In a blank, and familar place. Based on the stort by Andy Weir "The Egg"

Rowan has spent his life running from something he doesn't understand-visions of places he's never been, whispers of things he shouldn't know, and a constant feeling that he's being watched. But when he returns to his childhood town to uncover the truth behind the infamous house on the frozen lake, reality begins to unravel. Trapped in a labyrinth of shifting corridors, cryptic symbols, and eerie lamps that hold glimpses of a world not his own, Rowan must navigate a series of surreal trials, each more disturbing than the last. A faceless man watches him. A red pen carves words into his eye. A wave of blood hunts him in the darkness. And at the center of it all-the house that has been waiting for him. Rowan thought he was coming back to find answers. But the deeper he goes, the more the truth feels like something he was never meant to remember. Some places don't let go. Some houses never forget. And Rowan... was here before.

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.

"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.

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?

Betrayed and on the edge of a consuming darkness, a soul faces a choice: sink into the depths that erase all warmth, or cling to a fading memory of light-knowing that whatever emerges from the dark will never be the same.

What love feels like on a depressed girl.

Every time she blinks, something moves. And the moment she blinks again... it might be too late. At first, it's just small things-objects shifting when she looks away, time skipping between heartbeats. Then, a message appears on her laptop: "Don't blink. Watch carefully." Something is in the room. Watching. Waiting. And every time she blinks, it gets closer. Now, the screen shows only one word: "Blink." She can't hold her eyes open forever. But the moment she blinks... everything changes.

"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.

In this song, I wrote about the feelings of worthlessness. I wrote this to express my reaction to experiencing that men have no inherent worth in society. The only way they achieve love or success is under the condition they provide something, that they have to extrinsically subsidize their lack of inherent worth. Otherwise, they will be invisible and left behind. This rigidity in the system can feel dehumanizing and isolating. This system is what causes trauma and pain on both sides. And we keep perpetuating it. The only way forward is to continue dismantling this archaic patriarchal system that has diseased humanity for so long. This will probably take longer than I will be alive. So I have to come to accept my value in this transitional period in society.

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."

Something was never meant to blink. A secret piece of information. An overlooked matter. A name that is continuously repeated, regardless of how often it's wiped away. Certain symbols are not symbols in any sense. They are promises And the promise is also due.

have you ever dreamed of being isekai'd? going to another world and adventuring? of course you have to why else would be here however our protagonist by the names of vex would rather not do so for you see he actually loves his life back on earth his grades are decent,he has a part time job,and an apartment, our little friend is pretty content with his life altough it may not be the best its good enough atleast for him so imagine the suprise when truck kun caught him lacking and sent him to another world well he tries to stay positive things couldn't get any worse right? Now stranded in another world with nothing by their side could the two boys truly survive? he got isekai'd with his friend who's very existence is to be a nuisance to him vex now with his friend obi has to traverse trough a new world meawhile trying to keep his sanity and trying to find a way back home what'll happen? welp better get reading to find out!