Experimentalwriting Stories

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

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.

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.

just some experimental things. ideas I have but don't want to make into full fledged stories

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 swore I'd never fall for a guy like him. Messy curls, smoke on his lips, cherry gum on his breath-he was every kind of bad I should've stayed away from. But when his eyes found mine, bold and unbothered, it felt like the whole world stopped. He was chaos. Trouble. A walking mistake. And I was already addicted. They told me to stay away. But how do you run from something you secretly crave?

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.

a short collection of poem by an amateur writer. "the world through my eyes"

r/WritingPrompt idea. You're a bank robber. But in your current heist, after you entered the vault, you discover that it's empty. There's no money, but you find a person with both her hands and feet chained to the ground. It's so hard finding any of these worth writing, but it's nice practice on writing, and on quickly you can develop a piece, when one is inspiring. I wrote this in 45min, and my penchant for fantasy, took it to a religious direction... sorta. The rules are pretty lax in that sub-reddit, what you write doesn't need to be to a T, and must at least be 100 words. This is 1450.

Information Hazard: Gödelian Echoes is an experiment in recursive storytelling and philosophical simulation. It fuses speculative horror, meta-narrative structure, and epistemic inquiry into a single "containment artifact." The intention is not merely to entertain, but to immerse the reader in a shifting, unstable architecture of ideas-one that questions the boundaries of self, knowledge and narrative itself.

writing to give you a picture.

"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.

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.

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.

In a world where no one can truly be trusted, what will it take for anyone to survive a perilous life? How much will someone have to sacrifice for him to escape the void he's stuck in. Ralph is someone unfit for the type of life he's in. The life he longs for is impossible to exist because of the life he has, and the person he is. He'll slowly discover the type of people he's surrounded by. He meets a group of people with a goal crazier than the goals of the ones they're fighting. Kevin a close friend finding the dark world inside the life of Ralph and someone who tries to make things better for everyone, but discovers the truth of the world he's in. Lucy, the one who made everything happen to make a better life for her friends. Father is trying his best to prevent another tragedy from happening, failing to realize the type of hell he's created As he finds the true secrets in these people's lives, and others, he soon finds how they all come together with the help of a friend from his dark world. When all the dark worlds collide, maybe Ralph will finally be able to escape the hell he's in. Maybe, at that point, he'll meet someone who doesn't have a dark world corrupting his life.

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.

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

tba

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.

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