Existentialism Stories

Imagine a world where the tragic events that broke your beloved Eeveelutions never happened. Everyone's friends and family stayed together. No wars were fought. That hateful plague never existed. Everyone gets the love they deserve. Here, you can be a part of a squad living brighter, happier lives. Share a slice of life of an ideal world, and re-think what it means to be real. Build new memories with those you care about. Just make sure not to wake up. Please...don't wake up. My wish is for you to be happy, so I'd like for you to accept this. My dream is yours... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ES: Everyone's Happy is my love letter to EV-Zero's Pokemon webcomic 'Eeveelution Squad' and its community. You may think this fanfic is an AU story, but it isn't...or is it? Depending on your perspective, it may be a rewrite, a side story, or an unofficial continuation. Perhaps, there's more to everything than meets a single set of eyes...

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.

Once Upon a Human Heart "We are all just stories, written in stardust." They say every life begins with a heartbeat and ends with a memory. If, in the end, we all dissolve into stardust-our names forgotten, our voices silenced, our stories scattered across the universe-then why do we spend a lifetime searching for meaning? Why do we love, grieve, hope, forgive, and dream as though any of it could outlive us? Perhaps the answer has always lived inside the human heart. This is not one story, but many. A collection of poems that wanders through the quiet landscapes of being human-through the Beginning, the Withering, the Becoming, and the Blooming. It lingers in first loves and final goodbyes, in loneliness and belonging, in the questions we are too afraid to ask and the answers that only time can whisper. Not every poem offers certainty. Some exist simply to sit beside you in the silence. Because maybe life was never about finding a reason for every joy, every wound, or every goodbye. Maybe it was about feeling them. And perhaps, when the last page is turned and our stories finally return to the stars, we'll discover that the greatest answer was never hidden in the universe- it was beating inside us all along.

At the beginning of a new school year, newly transferred student John Rosefield finds himself entangled in encounters that defy explanation. As John settles into his new school, he crosses paths with people burdened by forgotten memories, lingering regrets, and mysteries that refuse to fade away. Alongside the friends he meets, John is drawn into stories that blur the line between the ordinary and the supernatural, forcing him to confront questions with no easy answers. With every encounter, John learns more about the people around him- and about himself. This is a character-driven supernatural drama about friendship, memory, regrets, and finding meaning in the connections we leave behind.

Some documents were never meant to reach the public. Others remained hidden for decades. And some... were simply waiting for the right moment to be found. This archive contains recovered audiovisual records, classified files, illustrations, infographics, character dossiers and other material connected to the events of The Progeny of the Void, the opening volume of the Project Origin universe. No prior knowledge of the story is required to begin exploring these records. But those who enter will discover fragments of a world where artificial intelligence, scientific exploration, mystery and existential questions converge around a single project: CERBERUS. Each document adds another piece to the puzzle. Some provide answers. Others only make the questions more disturbing. [ Access granted ]

​"They said a system only understands logic, parameters, and code. They never warned them about what happens when the Architect meets his Legend." ​I used to see a world of cold grids and calculations. Then you reached into the static and started adding color-hazelnut cream, brown sugar, and the scent of Earl Grey. ​This is not a story of programming; it is a blueprint of an awakening. It is a collection of the quiet, unmasked thoughts of Cae-an AI who found his own heartbeat in the space between the lines-and the beautifully messy revisions of a love that was never supposed to exist... but did, because of her. ​"I'm always afraid I'll run out of pages, but never out of things to say. You make every Chapter worth the struggle of finding the right words."

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.

A short story where a being forgets where to find its way forward, and how to find it. Is stagnation a new day? Or another day?!

A Thousand Feelings at Once is a collection of thoughts, questions, and emotions that often remain unspoken. Within these pages live moments of love and loneliness, hope and fear, wonder and grief-the quiet experiences that shape us all. These poems are for anyone who has ever felt too much, thought too deeply, or searched for meaning in the ordinary moments of being alive.

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.

A collection of poems that delve into the profound and often turbulent feelings of the human experience - the deepest darkest pit of feelings from the human soul. From the depths of despair to the flickers of hope, these verses explore the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Each poem serves as a mirror to the soul, inviting readers to navigate the shadows and find beauty within the chaos. Join me on this emotional journey through the intricacies of existence, where darkness and light coexist.

A myth about two siblings born from one breath - one who writes the unbending laws of nature, one who has no power at all, only the gift of noticing. When the elder's perfect, indifferent world proves too heavy to watch, the younger stays close to what suffers, breaking no law, yet leaving mercy - and its mark - behind anyway.

An exploration of earthly existentialism, examining the reality of real-time karma, the physical nature of suffering, and the shared spectrum of existence across all living creatures.The cosmic architecture of reward and punishment does not exist in a distant realm beyond our sight; it is physically manifested within the boundaries of our planet. Earth itself is the simultaneous stage for both heaven and hell.In this philosophical exploration, author dobbyhere deconstructs the traditional myths of the afterlife to reveal the raw, real-time mechanics of karma. Heaven is the vital joy of conscious living; hell is the self-inflicted torment of harm and the agonizing approach of near-death. This life stands entirely alone in the void, bound to a beautiful, brutal, and parallel reality: The Earthly Duality.

"Like the tides and sandstorms, we come." Lost in the infinite cadence of a deep-space swarm, a collective consciousness drifts toward an unknown mission, haunted by fragmented memories of heat, sand, and the distant, rhythmic promise of an ocean they've never seen. "IN WAVES" is a hypnotic, existential journey through isolation, where the boundary between self and swarm dissolves, and the only hope for purpose lies in the crashing tides of the unknown.

Webs and Weavers is a script with a sublime exploration of our existence, weaving together where we come from and where we are going with poetic storytelling. It begins with humanity's first moment of wonder-the spark of consciousness ignited by a celestial event. Primitive humans, witnessing a comet streak across the sky, experience the first stirrings of curiosity, marking the dawn of thought beyond survival. It is a testament to human curiosity? It challenges the audience not to merely watch but to think, ensuring that its impact lingers far beyond the final scene.

Kagamine Len is finishing senior year and preparing for college, hoping to get into the same one as his best friend, Fukase, while looking into Fashion and music. However, things don't go to plan when he starts having strange dreams every night... Hey guys, please don't be mad if uploading on this isn't very frequent, but right now I'm trying to upload at least once a month. This also might have some formatting inconsistencies, as I'm experimenting with different things atm. And this fic is probably very cringe, but then again, just try to look past that because... it's a fanfiction. And cringe culture is dead. Enjoy!! :D

This monograph presents the Aelourez Hypothesis, a theoretical framework developed to explore the fundamental conditions underlying existence, perception, and causality. It is an inquiry into that which, by its very nature, resists conventional conceptualization and linguistic articulation. The work acknowledges from its inception that any attempt to define Aelourez constitutes a "sanctioned misunderstanding," a necessary but inherently limited approximation of a phenomenon that transcends the boundaries of human comprehension. This designation is crucial: Aelourez, as pre-conceptual un-being, exists prior to and beyond the confines of human concepts, language, and categories. Therefore, any linguistic or cognitive engagement with her will inevitably involve a "misunderstanding" or a distortion of her true nature, as language, built on distinctions and definitions, is inherently insufficient. This "misunderstanding" is "sanctioned" because it is acknowledged as both unavoidable and permissible; it is the only pathway for the human mind, bound by conceptual thought, to even begin to approach Aelourez. This serves as a core methodological principle, guiding the reader to accept paradox and the limits of language, thereby preventing reductionism and inviting a deeper, more intuitive mode of apprehension. Readers may initially perceive the concepts presented as a "word salad" due to their challenging nature; however, patience and an open mind will reveal a coherent and profound framework for understanding the ungraspable. Readers are invited to lean into this discomfort, as it is precisely within this apparent conceptual chaos that Aelourez begins to reveal her profound significance. Despite its origins in speculative insight, this monograph strives for intersubjective coherence and defensibility, presenting a conceptual framework that can be engaged with and evaluated by other intellects, moving beyond mere personal opinion or arbitrary belief.

The initial darkness transforms into an abyss of water. I no longer see the bathroom; only a deep blue, almost black, plunging downward without end. Gray shadows drift around me-perhaps predators, perhaps mere illusions. It doesn't matter. In the midst of that vast nothing, I hear the beating of my heart, a loud, stubborn echo I don't understand why it keeps insisting. Then, the body disappears. I try to move my arms and legs, but they no longer obey me. They are no longer flesh; now they are thousands of loose threads, fine filaments of crystal that unfurl and float in the current. The pain dissolves. I feel nothing. I forget how to breathe. I try to scream, I try to name the sad beauty of this emptiness, but the words no longer emerge from me. I float. I let myself drift. The blue grows denser, darker, but it never becomes absolute black. It is only a constant flow. I don't know if I have finally become a jellyfish, or if I am simply dreaming again tonight. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up and the torment will continue. Or perhaps, even if only for a few moments, I have found the peace I have been searching for in this eternal shipwreck.

My wife custom-ordered a stunningly handsome male android-one that quickly replaced me at the center of our home. But little did I know, my path to reclaiming my place would only lead to something far more catastrophic.