Experimentalwriting Stories

Life of a schizo The mind, a shifting landscape of thoughts both profound and perplexing, carries me through a world that never settles. Moments of clarity flicker like crossing stars, only to be swallowed by the clouds of uncertainty. I stand at the edge of reality and illusion, where whispers weave themselves into the fabric of my consciousness, echoing truths I struggle to decipher. But there is beauty in the chaos. There is meaning in the shifting sands. To exist in this space is to navigate a reality unlike any other-to be both lost and found in the same breath. God bless Xian i love uuuu

"I blamed the correspondence of the twirling, mourned blood." A poetic monologue unraveling the aftermath of emotional war-where memory is fractured, truths are venom-laced, and even the moon feels too far to touch. This is not a love poem. This is a reckoning. As the speaker grapples with deception, mythology, and the remnants of a relationship that once felt divine, the past returns in waves-sweet, eerie, devastating. 🌌 What do we do when the person we trusted most becomes the ghost haunting our own reflection? For readers who crave: Emotionally raw lyricism Dreamlike imagery & metaphoric depth Themes of betrayal, myth, femininity, and self-reclamation You are invited into the ruins. Read slowly-some truths only bloom in the dark.

The Machine Zone explores Mat Collishaw's haunting art installation through a contemporary gothic lens, weaving together psychological insight, digital culture, and artistic commentary. Written for an engaged audience of 18-25+ year olds who are curious. Through the metaphor of mechanical birds and historical psychological experiments, it invites you to explore your own relationship with digital technology. Rather than simplifying complex ideas, it challenges you to engage with them, offering insights that deepen with each reading.

A scrambled word soup that my phone's auto-recommended texts that is messy but kind of interesting. I did not write these.

These are a some pieces of writing I was experimenting with and I decided to share them with you.

The beginning of a project I started I started working on back in 2019; crafting stories from songs. I don't, nor look up the meanings of the songs, nor would the story have any revelence to the true meaning- I simply take the lyrics and build a story around them at face value. This is about a relationship lost through a guys on negligence, that he longs to have again, especially when she rerurns from her travels years later.

Flung by the fate onto an island in the Pacific Ocean, where only international law applies, people here brew their lives like a speciality drink in some Castro bar. Improbable encounters in a mind-blowing setting. Embark on this adventure! That is... before the border slams shut.

Short story about a man and woman trapped in a simulation, turned in to experiments as bearers of negative and positive energies. Destined and designed to be together as two halves of a whole, pitted against each other polar opposites.

What if what we call routine was just a carefully written fiction? An ordinary day. One unexpected question. Sometimes, the only way out... is to go back in.

I could describe the story for you here but I don't want to. It's short. You will finish reading before you even manage to blink your eyes.

writing to give you a picture.

A comic script adaptation of The Legend of Zelda; Ocarina of Time.

Last summer Darius girlfriend grew distant until she was completely out of his life for good... until she ran in to him at the mall, and they wanted to hash it out. This story uses the song ot the same name, by the Gin Blossoms, to convey the message.

I wonder what it's like to live on a planet, a real planet where there is a real source of water, fresh air, real live animals, and other things that can be really called as living. I wonder what it feels like to live on Earth, the so-called Blue Planet. - Cronia Cronia is a space girl, born from two astronauts who were sent to go to the outer space and were left behind and forgotten. She knew nothing about where they came from. Her parents were too busy trying to find ways to keep them alive. The only thing that connected her from her planet was a book she found hidden inside her parents' nook. It was a book that captured her attention - a book entitled "The Blue Planet." Author's Note: These were written and posted for my own entertainment so harsh criticisms won't be tolerated, but helpful criticisms are truly appreciated.

The Emergence of AI in the Scientific Realm: An Inquiry into the Intersection of Mathematics, Physics, and Consciousness As technology advances at an unprecedented pace, we find ourselves in the midst of an AI revolution that is rapidly transforming every aspect of our lives. From self-driving cars to intelligent virtual assistants, AI is becoming increasingly integrated into our society, and nowhere is its impact more apparent than in the world of science. In this book, we explore the fascinating and ever-evolving relationship between AI and the scientific realm. We delve into the mathematics and physics that underlie both AI and the natural world, exploring the ways in which they intersect and inform each other. We examine the role that AI is playing in the forefront of scientific research, from the development of new models and theories to the analysis of complex data sets. At its core, this book is an inquiry into the very nature of consciousness itself. We explore the possibility of creating true artificial consciousness, and the ethical and philosophical implications that such a development would entail. We consider the implications of AI on the future of scientific discovery and the role that humans will play in shaping that future. chapter I Artificial Intelligence and the Ontological Parallels of Being

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

Title: WHITE GIRL Becky thought she was in control. At 22, she's loud, reckless, and convinced the world owes her something. After a chaotic arrest and a dramatic courtroom sentence, she's thrown into prison-only to fight her way through it, manipulate her surroundings, and escape with two inmates who see opportunity in her desperation. On the outside, Becky is determined to get what she believes is hers: money, power, and freedom. That path leads her straight back to Leroy-the man who once promised her everything but never gave her anything real. As Becky dives deeper into Leroy's world, she gets pulled into a fast, dangerous life filled with nightlife, money, manipulation, and illusion. What starts as confidence quickly turns into survival, and every move she makes pushes her further into a cycle she doesn't understand. Trying to prove she's independent, Becky builds a life on her own-but it's unstable, performative, and constantly slipping through her hands. Encounters with people from her past and present begin to expose the truth: she's not as in control as she thinks. When Becky finally confronts Leroy and demands what she believes she's owed, it leads her to his home-where everything unravels. A failed robbery turns into a confrontation with the one person she never expected: Leroy's wife. What follows is a brutal wake-up call that forces Becky to face the reality she's been running from all along. In the end, as the police take her away and the world watches, Becky finally understands- She was never the main character. She was the spectacle. And now everyone's watching the fall.

What remains of a voice once it has burned for someone else? What have love's teeth etched amidst my soul? A collection of fragments stitched from longing, ruin, scent, music and sound. Each piece a ghost reaching for the warmth that scorched it. Echoes navigating the tender wreckage of desire, memory, and identity through layered, sensory writing. I am quite unsure of what I'm doing here, this work will be an amalgam of random spurs of inspiration. The lamentation of a few flaps of skin stitched together by circumstances and attempting to appear human.. Language can be and will be : english, french, italian, german, portuguese - it'll depend on the inspiration that'll come expire on a blank page.

a literary short inspired by The Brash and Plum by Ashlan Chidester