Existentialdread Stories

(1/4) poems written beneath fluorescent lights and low battery warnings.

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.

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."

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.

"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.

thoughts on paper

the thoughts of a young girl struggling with her own sense of self and identity, struggling to accept herself as a human. the lines between a monster and a human fade for her as she peers wordlessly through the looking glass at the world of humans. with uncommon but not rare thoughts for a girl her age to have, she endlessly wanders in a reverie of a made-up world in her head. this is her diary. (w: madness, unhinged thoughts of character, self-harm thoughts, and suicidal ideation).

A collection of introspective poetry, something for the real deep thinkers, combined with fragmented stories and echoing quotes stitched together to give you the universal void of being. My aim is that each page invites you to pause, reflect, and softly or abruptly enter the abyss of what it means to simply exist. Unlock the beautiful, terrifying questions and inner truths that linger just under the surface of everyday society. This will not be comforting, and this will not be an escape. This will be existential dread.

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.

What love feels like on a depressed girl.

The Beltzoak, beings so advanced they wield quantum paradoxes as weapons, encounter an object that shouldn't be a threat. A crude, trembling disc-like something out of a 1950s sci-fi myth-floats before them, untouched by singularities, mocking their power. What follows is not a battle, but a lesson: they were never the predators. They were the prey.

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"

often, i'm not drawn to writing until it feels i have nothing left. as of now, i'm not even completely sure if these words, my words, are for me, or for anyone who might need to know someone feels the same. some of the entries i publish may be poems, and others may be short unfinished stories of characters i've dreamed up and never fully composed. enjoy.

Steady beeps of a heart monitor. The sterile scent of antiseptic. The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me. My body had failed me. My time had run out. And yet... I still existed. The pain of my body-gone. The sterile scent of antiseptic-gone. The weight of my own weakness-gone. No... it wasn't gone. Rather, this time, it was replaced-not with weakness, but with something else. Power. Not my own. Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of. But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target- under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.

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.

"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.

"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)

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!