Existentialist storie

Ever realise it's all just bulls**t and nothing actually matters in the grand scheme of things?

A boy suddently turns into a fish, I wonder what he will do next?

help?

Nothing is more frightening than the mirror. This might be a little unsettling to read.

The Symmetry of Belief By Jeff Mason On the world of Lacus, a titanic war is about to erupt. Four factions are locked in a technological and magical arms race which has grown to dominate the entire globe. The great powers of Lacus struggle for any advantage, but all fear a war to utter extermination. Can there be any salvation? Does the hope of Lacus lie in a dead religion, its artifacts long buried beneath its surface? Or does it lie with the idealistic aspirations of a powerful young Psi-adept named Cydona? Can Lacus be redeemed, or is it destined for destruction? Whatever the beliefs of its mortals, things on Lacus are not what they seem. The true nature of the universe will be revealed, and the Symmetry of any Belief will come into question...

The story about a disappearance of things.

A young man shares memories of a day, featuring a found jigsaw puzzle and a crisis stricken woman.

*See title*

An existential view

A compilation of poems from me, a boy with a fragile psyche, and an even more fragile sense of reality. These are my view, my perception of reality. Topics range from anything from depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, alcoholism, nightmares, and existential philosophies. Read at your own risk, as more often than not my poems are dark and depressing.

"There were masks made of faces, faces made of masks, lights and drum noises thundering on the walls. The walls were painted in blood and carved in gold, the lights had no source and the room was so grandeous that both darkness and light were abundant. All sits were taken. I was given a silver mask as I walked in. I glanced on my surroundings to see the huge audience, should I judge them every move. A girl came in with a neon mask, and she stood, there, gazing at the ground. I sang "masks off" and with my left hand I threw it to the audience. My face was made of gold and her face was a mirror of my face. She took a velvet dress from the ground and turn it in to cloth. What an ugly girl, I thought, judging the audience. They laughted at my thoughts. The Jester came in and the dark thickned swalling the light of the moon. "You do not seem pleased". And it was time. My mask was thrown back at me, rusty and sadder. When the face of the mask touched my face I felt the warm and I am awake"

How would you feel if you killed yourself in an act of absurdness, only to find out that what might be your soul now wanders amongst the living in a strange world where there's no sound.

A sequel in progress to the Symmetry of Belief, following the chronicles of Satya, daughter of Cydona and second Empress of Psilon.

Because when you think about it, he's really just kind of useless. A highly transformed reimagination of The Little Mermaid set in a vague location in a vague mid-1900s time period, with plenty of fourth wall breaking, existentialist fun - in inspired Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead fashion. If you go for that sort of thing, continue reading... *edits & title revision entirely in the realm of possible*

the title says it all

Just try reading :) it's a mystery haha