Fatalism Stories

In No Returns, death is only the beginning. This collection of horror stories follows ordinary people thrown into extraordinary nightmares. Where monsters hunt, bodies break, and humanity twists into something unrecognizable. Each chapter is its own descent into fear, gore, and the supernatural. No one walks away unchanged. Most don't walk away at all.

7000 BC Sage Anutaapa is crowned as the all-powerful successor - the 'Apaursheya' of the world to set right the path of religiosity for several thousands of years to come. 2012 AD Audin Stewart, 30, an atheist of British descent, brought-up in India, is handed over a mysterious gift buried in the backyard of his house in Delhi. Would Audin re-establish the broken legacy of the 'Apaursheya'? Or would he fall prey to Indian mysticism? The dusty paths to the Jahgarh fort of Rajasthan shall reveal. The Successor Of The World is a novel about self-introspection and destiny.

A young boy named Marlowe is forced to travel through a sadistic post-apocalyptic Washington DC in an effort to save his younger brother from kidnappers. Marlowe's world is brimming with horror and with every hill that is overcome, there is only more fatalism, defeatism, and the grey/brown wastes to accompany. But what will happen when he reaches "Paradise Falls?" *Fallout 3 Fanfiction* Cover Art by Henrik G. Haave

A deep dive into the life of one young man - a young man who wants to change, to be better... But can't escape the weight of who he was made.

A small, rather roughly written piece of writing inspired by how it feels to meet someone exactly like me. I believe this applies to the wider world in a range of ways, thus I encourage you to interpret this in a way that is meaningful to you. As usual, I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Enjoy! (The Image of the rails is not mine so I don't know if I'm supposed to disclose that or not so just to be safe I'll do it anyway)

A small collection Of poetry I have wrote going over various topics. let me know your thoughts and feelings.

Script for short film.

Haunting glimpse into my mind as I think of what is to come in the end

In the midst of hopeful yet insidious 1960s London. The world has not ended, but something worse has begun. Across the British Isles, the remnants of a horrendous phenomenon called "The Dreading" purge every living soul - rebellion, resentment, and a bloodborne plague that turns its victims into ghouly beasts. The afflicted are not dead, yet not human, and no one dares to summon them. Perhaps it is the only moment of time when humanity was closest to defeating the curse that terrorized every century on Earth. Fun fact: I try to create my own literary style called "Coninaudit" Inaudit = Unheard Coniectura = Guess The idea is that there are more chapters but with the most ambiguous short phrases which help develop the sense of what is happening with the plot or predict the intent of ideas, or as you can say, "Guess the Unheard". P.S. It's a form of episodical, so the chapters' length are created in a way that bear separate sequences..

Dive into the harrowing trenches of World War 1 with "In the Embrace of No Man's Land." Follow Colonel Jim Mitchell and his band of brothers as they navigate the brutal realities of war, finding hope and heroism amidst the chaos.

She borne the name of a siren from German folklore; his name in Italian meant tender. She was lovely with her dark blonde African curls and he was handsome with his dark hair. Both of them were wounded people who sought at fatalism and seducing. This is their story.

A collection of miscellaneous poetry often dealing with finitude/mortality, the vastness and overwhelming complexity of the cosmos as well as society, the loss of control brought about by complexity and increasing fragmentation, fatalist alienation, and Faustian isolation/solitude and pessimism.

In the near future time travel, though trivialized through commercialization in the public eye, proves to be more dangerous than anticipated. Apathy and heartbreak culminate in the perfect cocktail to unravel reality and reveal the dreaded absurdity beneath it.

Someone who could compute the future... - unfinished story ideas the twilight zone, amazing stories, etc. :)

Here I am, flipping the coin that decides the fate of the universe. But who decides what side it lands on ? Written as a response to the writing prompt "Unbeknownst to everyone, there's a giant mechanical coin at the center of the universe. The outcome of every major decision is made by that coin. You're the Coin Tosser." from u/Corruptedpencil on r/WritingPrompts.

Destiny? Fate? Prophecy? Some events and places are so powerful they don't need any of them to get their way... In this collection: Surface Tension A boat containing a lone and comatose man washes up onto a rural shore. A father and son must set it and its eerie passenger back on course and be done with a fragment of a world they could never fathom. The Last Night of Prince Saiyöka The chief is dead, killed by a terrible sorcerer, and only his youngest son is brave enough to challenge his people's tormentor. He sits before the wise men before battle; the odds could not be lower... Shrine to the Centipede God A tapping from a quiet underworld. A mural, cast from the subconscious of an irresistible myth. The blurring between intrepidness and foolishness; scholarly curiosity and fatal obsession. Peakmould Every dream is the same for a single family: A dour march through darkness and icy tempests towards a metropolis of growing spires. Every member has a spire of their own; when they reach the top, they die. There is no diversion, no step back. Only the spires.