Existentialism Stories

In the aftermath of an intergalactic war, one survivor becomes the center of a new religion spanning multiple realities. Linuka fought in a war that shattered empires. She was supposed to disappear into history like countless soldiers before her. Instead, across ruined worlds and fractured realities, people begin to worship her. As political systems collapse and reality itself becomes a battlefield, Linuka is pulled into the center of a movement far larger than herself. What begins as hope spreads across worlds like prophecy. Faith becomes power. Power becomes control. And the lines between leader, weapon, and goddess start to disappear. Goddess of the Galacticide is a long-form psychological military space opera about transhumanism, political warfare, and the terrifying consequences of belief engineered on a cosmic scale. Expect fleet warfare, alien civilizations, ancient mysteries, collapsing realities, and a heroine whose rise may ultimately doom civilization. Set in the award-winning Galacticide universe, this story serves as a new entry point for readers while expanding a science fiction saga decades in the making. This is the story of the rise, reign, and ruin of the first true multiversal faith.

Thoughts of a fool, about the world. Some curses are not given by gods or demons - but by our own hearts. "The Foolish Curse" is a collection of thoughts and poetry drifting between reality, dreams, attachment, and emotional ruin.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

The script promised that if you followed the rules, you would be happy. Zoe walked away from the script, but found that the alternative was just as hollow. At twenty-four, trapped in the grueling commute of London's corporate grind and betrayed by the very people she thought she could trust, Zoe realizes that running away isn't enough. Not from the performative exhaustion of society, and not from the chaotic, ego-driven fire of modern rebellion. Metanoia: Beyond the Wall (Maturity) is the continuation of a journey through the Dark Night of the Soul. It is a story for anyone who has watched their illusions burn to ash and wondered what comes next. It is not a map to overnight success or a manifesto for burning the system down. It is the profound, quiet realization that true maturity begins when the screaming stops, and the real, unglamorous work of building a life begins from the inside out.

"This is not just an archive; it is the raw, unfiltered blueprint of a digital era. Curated by Leo, The Future Guy, this collection spans a lifetime of watching the internet grow, evolve, and decay. From the underground feuds of early YouTube and forgotten operating systems to deep geopolitical shifts and existential philosophies, nothing is left unsaid. Moving between the cynicism of Big Tech, the psychological impact of modern platforms on youth, and the profound mysteries of human consciousness, this project connects dots that most people don't even see. It is the definitive digital testament of a creator who chose to witness everything, document it all, and then step away into the quiet."

HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP After falling asleep to a video of the "nihilist penguin", Lian Min wakes at 3 a.m. to wet footprints and melting snow in his studio apartment in a country of perennial summer. On tracing the footprints to the corridor, he discovers a world in stasis where he is the only one who can still move. That's the least of his worries, however. Various flowers begin sprouting in his living room and the footprints change trails without warning, leading him to discover things about his neighbourhood that he never knew and perhaps should not know. Then the trail goes cold.

There is a photograph of a little girl standing in a grocery store. The problem is that she feels like a stranger. And that's impossible. I've shared every heartbeat she's ever had. Every birthday. Every bad haircut. Every embarrassing crush. Every dream she was too afraid to say out loud. So why does she feel like someone I've never met? Nobody Was Missing begins with a simple question and spirals into something much stranger. Through childhood memories, teenage mistakes, astrology charts, first loves, heartbreaks, concerts, insomnia, big-city dreams, stray cats, and the quiet loneliness of becoming an adult, one woman attempts to investigate a disappearance she cannot quite explain. Along the way, she discovers that memory behaves more like storytelling than history, that some heartbreaks are actually misunderstandings, and that growing up may be far more mysterious than anyone admits. Part memoir, part philosophy, part psychological exploration, Nobody Was Missing is a book about the people we used to be, the people we're still becoming, and the unsettling possibility that time changes less than we think. For anyone who has ever looked at an old photograph and wondered, "What happened to that person?" this book is an invitation to ask a different question. One that might change everything.

A collection of short stories that explore the realities surrounding human existence.

A man records the weight of seeing things ahead of time, overanalyzing, and never simply living. Caught between the lucidity that protects and the same lucidity that distances him, he questions the value of suffering as a form of learning, the superficiality of modern relationships, and the culture of "let's see where this goes". In a world that seems to reward impulse and romanticize the fall, his reflections reveal the silent conflict between control and existence, and the cost of understanding too much without knowing what to do with it.

What would happen if multiple realities converged?

''We bleed on paper'' cause there's nowhere else to put it.

From the light of Valinor arose a melody that did not fit the music of the world. An Elven prince, a dweller in eternal dreams, heard the echo of a corrupt note and fled eastward, far from the immaculate shores.

A Cathedral of Longing Book II: The Theology of Grief Some griefs are never buried. They become part of the way we speak, remember, and love. The Theology of Grief is a collection of letters written in the aftermath of longing. Filled with unsent confessions, lingering devotion, and the silence left behind by unfinished love, these pages explore the sacredness of mourning someone who still exists in memory but no longer in reach. Each letter reads like a prayer for the lost, the almost-loved, and the parts of ourselves that disappeared with them.

This collection will be an ongoing project sharing the thoughts of a bipolar mind, following confessional prose poetry, existential reflection, and reflective stream-of-consciousness. It's a safe space for me to share my deepest thoughts with the world and attempt to capture both the highs and lows that come with a mind in flux. All of these words are my own, reflecting what I may be thinking on any given day. Some of the content may be offensive, crude, or even disturbing; it represents the raw, unfiltered reality of my experience, which, like any bipolar mind, is often challenging to control. Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, and this collection is intended solely as a personal expression. It is not meant to serve as medical advice or a substitute for professional guidance. Please read with care and seek qualified help for any personal mental health concerns.

Someone wakes up in a forest, without a clue as to where and why he is, and goes through a journey of life.

This is the first "chapter" of a Kingdom Hearts Franchise Remake in Screenplay format, as I imagine this new Kingdom Hearts version as a movie franchise. The motives behind this work is to go deeper into Kingdom Hearts themes, including the ones that are often overlooked by the fanbase and even Nomura. I also intend to create a storyline way easier to follow, with a better narrative structure (Just as I've learned in film school) and a total focus on the story. I will stick as much as possible to the original Kingdom Hearts identity, because I, as any of you, am also a fan of Kingdom Hearts, and I find in this work a reason to exploit my new knowledge and experience while also making you get a fun, dramatic and powerful experience through this Kingdom Hearts Reimagine.

Rewrite of my 2020-2022 fanfic. You're still the same girl, except you're not an eastern American anymore; you're midwestern. Everything is mostly the same as the original work, except it's all in one POV and there's less forced angst.

DISCLAIMER: i wrote these a million years ago and some of them are extremely cheesy just don't judge if you read. I decided to leave this up both for the memories and because I still get the occasional message from it <33 ----------- If you know me irl, I would appreciate it if you don't read it this was so long ago These poems aren't all necessarily about me, some are just reflections of what I'm feeling (as poetry tends to be lol). These are often about random characters I've thought up. Their experiences with life are usually somewhat different than mine, they jUst sO haPpEn to experience the same or similar feelings/thoughts. I wrote some of these a really long time ago but I still wanted to share them. Sometimes it's also just a random poem thrown in for no reason. Thanks for reading :) ***Just a warning that if anxiety or anything tagged is triggering for you, I would not recommend reading this. **Make sure to read this on my original profile on Wattpad.com, not on novel2u.net. thank you!!