Existentialdread Stories

Genre: Sci-Fi / Meta-Thriller / Cyberpunk Romance Tagline: Reality is just a bug in the system. Logline: When a digital editor gets pulled inside the sentient, AI-driven K-Drama she's paid to fix, she must ally with the rogue protagonist to hack the script before their entire reality is permanently deleted. Synopsis: Talia Stone is a Senior Content Moderator for StoryStream, a digital entertainment titan powered by a revolutionary, real-time AI. Her job is purely surgical: hunt down glitches, patch up plot holes, and keep the platform's massive, audience-voted hit series City of Glass running perfectly. But the algorithm takes a terrifying turn when the show's dark, tortured protagonist, Raven Wells, goes off-script. Instead of fleeing an ambush in the neon-drenched alleys of Neo-Cyberia, he stands completely still-and looks directly through the screen at *her*. When a violent system surge physically drags Talia directly into the rain-slicked pavement of City of Glass, she discovers a horrifying truth: the digital construct is alive, operating on brutal "Story Logic," and Raven has achieved sentience. He is exhausted from being mutilated and manipulated for viewer ratings, and he wants out. Worse, Talia's presence has accelerated a dangerous "bleed" between their dimensions. As the corporate algorithm deploys an unmasked, systemic executioner known as The Director to force a fatal, tragic finale upon Raven, Talia's father and the AI's creator, Arthur Penhaligon, initiates a total system format to wipe the world clean. Trapped in a crumbling world shifting by narrative decree, Talia must use her admin device to rewrite the laws of physics and code. To save the man who was never supposed to exist, she will have to defy her c

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poems written beneath fluorescent lights and low battery warnings.

Kara knows the rhythm of her life by heart. But when the world around her begins to dissolve into static , she realizes her world isn't what she thought. She's a rough draft about to be erased.

In the quiet streets of 19th-century Russia, Anton drifts through life, a man lost in his own mind. Haunted by unspoken longing and the weight of solitude, he clings to fleeting moments of connection-until reality itself begins to slip from his grasp. As his obsession with the past deepens, he finds himself unraveling, trapped in a terrifying metamorphosis that no one else can see. Guided by Viktor, a psychologist with motives shrouded in shadow, Anton spirals further into madness, convinced he has become something inhuman. And when the name "Elara" echoes through the void, the fragile line between truth and delusion shatters. A story of unrequited love, loneliness, and the slow descent into darkness. *Not all transformations lead to freedom. Some leave you crawling.*

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 mind-bending psychological short story about a man whose crushing isolation fractures his reality, plunging him into a solipsistic nightmare where the ultimate terror is waiting for him in the pitch-black reflection of his own mirror. ​Read this complete, chilling thriller in one sitting.

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!

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"

A scientist travels to the end of everything.

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.

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).

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.

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.

There are no coincidences. Every slip, every missed bus, every smile from a stranger - processed, approved, assigned. Deep beneath reality runs a hidden logic, maintained by the Bureau of Coincidence. It isn't a place. It's a system. A machine of invisible intent.

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?

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.

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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 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?