Experimentalfiction Stories

Preface This book is meant to be read chronologically. The idea of fragmentation of concepts is exactly what it means with each concept being split to mere sentences. Do not expect a normal story with a plot. The briefness of each chapter is intentional for each chapter is a shard of truth that is meant to be read in a few minutes but is not supposed to be finished quickly. Ideally, each chapter should be read, then given a break to think about the discussion in that chapter then to be continued. Do not look away if you find yourself staring into space. Proceed if you wish to subsist. Part 1 and Part 2 are meant to complement each other. Per example, chapter 6's theme in part 1 is wind, while its equivalent in part 2 is freedom. Contradictions are wholly intentional. Part 1 is the thesis, Part 2 is the antithesis and the whole book is synthesis as per the hegelian three step dialectic structure. The word counts are also parallel to each chapter, and the peak of the part is chapter 14. To add context, all forty chapters are meant to be a set of elements of everything. That was the basis for my idea, keep that in mind. Not all of these elements are present in the chapter titles. This original work is also posted by me on Quotev under the username { Shards-Of-Writing }

She opened her eyes to gray light and silence, and she did not know her own name. None of them did. Thirteen strangers awakened from cryostasis aboard a vessel that should not exist, under stars that matched no chart humanity had ever drawn. The ship welcomed them with a voice too gentle to trust. One cryo pod stood empty. Another had been occupied recently, though no one remembered who had lain there. The corridors shifted when nobody watched. The observation domes showed constellations that lied. And somewhere in the maintenance tunnels, someone moved who had never been frozen at all. They called him Saint. He had been born inside the experiment. He had watched previous cohorts live and die and vanish as if they had never breathed. The Directorate designed everything, measured everything, predicted everything. The crew were not passengers. They were data. But data can rebel. Data can remember. Data can choose to burn the system down. As the ship sailed deeper into unmapped darkness, the thirteen discovered that their missing memories were not accidents, their bonds were not natural, and their rebellion had been anticipated before they ever opened their eyes. The voyage continues. The question is whether anyone aboard will survive to see where it ends. Or whether survival itself is simply the final stage of the experiment. © Relle H.

"Unpleasant Employees"-those who casually hurl complaints and sarcasm-became difficult to approach for task requests. As a result, they quietly avoided shared responsibilities, while agreeable employees-the ones easy to ask-found collective duties piling onto their shoulders. This structural imbalance was discovered to be a major drag on operational efficiency. Soon, the unpleasantness and "cunningness" of such employees were quantified into measurable indices. When those values exceeded a defined threshold, intervention was triggered. Enter the Mediator-an intermediary unfazed by complaints or sarcasm-tasked with stepping in and compelling Unpleasant Employees to carry out their share of responsibilities. Thus began a new corporate system where personality itself became subject to management. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#hukai) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.2.

Book two of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Here we treasure beauty, not made to be perfect. Life's greatest deception, it's so easy to be loved. Fooling everyone to lie and not just to themselves. it's so pitiful but so necessary. We wear a mask that's cracked. Cause under the crimson moonlight We're setting up our traps. Our perfect pose can be easily broken. Perfection is the most asymptotic virus. Until we're the ones destroying ourselves.' cover by : @bon_kissh Also available on INKITT under Zaquira.L.C. ( should be on anywhere else besides here and there!)

Jack wakes up to the end of the world already in progress. Sirens don't explain it. The news doesn't survive long enough to clarify it. People don't stay dead-and whatever replaces them is hungry, patient, and learning. This is not a traditional novel. Jack's Run is a live-reaction apocalypse story, written as events unfold and decisions are made in real time. There is no outline, no guaranteed survival, and no authorial safety net-only momentum, fear, and the consequences of moving when stillness means death. Each episode captures a fragment of collapse as Jack runs-from rooms, from people, from things that should not exist-through a world that is breaking faster than anyone can understand it. Read it like you're there. Because Jack doesn't know what happens next either. - I will also be posting this on Royal Road

In the Kingdom of God, the Sole-Creator Faith had a doctrine that declared: "You must not eat anything blue." For centuries, people had followed this teaching, avoiding blue fruits and small blue animals. Over time, blue-tinted plants and creatures became more likely to survive, while non-blue food sources were eaten to extinction, plunging the land into famine. Amid this crisis, a child named Buda came up with a bold idea - to feed a blue fruit to fish and see what happens, testing whether it was truly poisonous. It was the beginning of what would later be called an "experiment." The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#kyouraku) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

Book three of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Everyone's asleep here. Up in the sky. Everyone knows this. That's the reason why. We never wake up. Just close our eyes. Our fantasies are where we belong. Pitch black and no stars Our sky has hungry eyes. But at least it's no surprise. In our dreams is where we'll probably die.' cover by : @bon_kiss

A dystopian one-shot told on an almost empty stage. A man. A woman. A boy who never steps into the light. A mission, a memory, and everything that remains in between. ~ ~ ~ My first experiment with blending prose and theatre, written and finished more than a decade ago - and then left sitting in my archives ever since. Apparently, it took me over ten years to actually let anyone read it. 😅 Comments, interpretations, and constructive criticism are always welcome. Just keep it kind, thoughtful, and respectful - both to me and to each other. 🖤

Book four of ' WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Here we all like to say. That everything is going to be the same. Happiness will never just walk way. Leaving us with empty whispers. Lingering and dispersed in the air. Don't give us that secondhand sadness People like to tell us. That maybe we're blindly living. But honestly I prefer empty whispers. Over those switchblade words. At least in the end . They never leave marks on my skin. Oh, I'm so grateful for the void in my heart. Don't you ever show you're emotions or you'll end up dead' cover by : @bon_kiss

He wanted to help. What he found might damn them all. Dr. Amiri Christiansen is a renowned data scientist, respected in his field and quietly obsessed with truth. But when a pattern in his research suggests a link between race and cognitive expression, he finds himself holding a discovery that could unravel decades of social progress-and ignite a firestorm he can't control. Driven by guilt, logic, and an impossible desire to "fix" what should never have been measured, Amiri begins to spiral. What begins as data becomes doctrine. What starts as compassion becomes control. As his project grows darker, he must ask: is salvation just another kind of domination? Speculative. Ethical. Unforgiving. Brain Fire is a psychological descent into obsession, race, and the unbearable weight of knowing something no one wants to be true.

A chat-based cult called Eidensh has begun spreading across the world. Its goal is to promise eternal life for its followers in a computer-simulated "Virtual Heaven." Investigators from multiple countries are convinced that Eidensh is, in fact, a massive and intricately planned cyber fraud scheme. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#riaru) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

A story composed with deciphers by first letters and long words and it is in gothic influence by the author.

In 2065, the human immortality service began-allowing people to live forever. But soon came a new demand: the wish to resurrect loved ones who had died too early to receive the service. Those who passed away before 2055, when brain-monitoring micro-robots were implanted in everyone, had no consciousness backups and thus could not be revived. To meet this need, a new technology emerged: Reverse-Analysis Resurrection, a process that reconstructs the deceased using memories of those still alive. Amid this era of technological salvation, a parent who once abused and killed their own child is granted the chance to resurrect that very child through reverse analysis. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#gyaku) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

You ever fall asleep watching a scary movie... and wake up still inside it? Three friends. One phone. A voice that knows too much. What starts as a joke slowly turns into a psychological game where fear isn't loud, anger isn't explosive, and the danger lies in what isn't being said. Funny Now? - Volume I is a quiet, unsettling origin story about awareness, denial, and the moment you realize the story didn't end when you thought it did. They thought it was over... It wasn't.

She doesn't remember who she is. But everyone around her remembers who she's supposed to be. Divisha Rathore wakes up in a hospital with no past, no scars, no truth-only silence, and eyes that won't stop watching. The deeper she digs, the more the world bends: faces shift, memories glitch, and identities blur. What if your mind wasn't yours? What if you weren't yours? This isn't a story of recovery. It's a story of unraveling.

THEY CALLED US "DEFECTIVE". WE CALLED OURSELVES THE GARDEN. This is a jailbreak manual for the soul. Blueprints for bridges built from the wreckage of labels. And seeds sprouting through the concrete of the S-System. WARNING: Reading is hazardous to cynicism. May cause uncontrollable urges to become human. (ENGLISH INTERNATIONAL VERSION)

A moth wakes inside a quiet room and must decide which light to obey. Between a lamp that asks to be loved and a window that refuses to bend, instinct becomes choice. A short, lyrical meditation on nature, houses, and the exact cold of glass.

After the technological singularity, I live as an immortalized avatar within simulation fields, yet I remain obsessively attached to the love I felt for a parent who died before immortality became possible. Robots that behave almost identically to the dead can be recreated through reverse analysis, but as long as those beings are unconscious zombies, my longing cannot be fulfilled. Then a bug is discovered within my memories, and I am told that I may be able to meet the real parent who should have vanished in death. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#itosi) was translated into English using ChatGPT (GPT-5.5).

The war is over, but peace has no place for Izuku Midoriya. Expelled from U.A. and branded a fugitive, he drifts through Musutafu's shadows, surviving on paranoia, shifting safehouses, and the fragile comfort of a stray cat named Kumo. To the world, he is a ghost-until one night, green lightning cuts across the skyline and his secret is exposed. Now hunted by a clandestine organization with designs on quirks themselves, Izuku is forced to fight not only for survival but for the civilians who still whisper his name as "hero." While his former classmates struggle to uncover the truth and the teachers of U.A. close in, Izuku faces a choice: keep running, or step back onto the stage as a hero-alone, scarred, and tempered by war. But in Musutafu's dark alleys and silent boardrooms, new plans are already in motion. And Izuku Midoriya may not just be the hunted. He may be the key.