Innerworld Stories

Ile wersji siebie musi umrzeć, zanim odnajdziesz prawdziwą? Nie stracił pamięci. Nie został pozbawiony wspomnień. Zrobił coś znacznie gorszego. Podzielił samego siebie. Każdy człowiek nosi w sobie wiele wersji. Tę, którą pokazuje światu. Tę, którą ukrywa. Tę, którą stworzył, żeby przetrwać. I tę, która nigdy nie dostała szansy istnieć. Po wydarzeniach MEMORYSEEKER system odkrywa anomalię: jedna świadomość posiada wiele aktywnych tożsamości. Nie jest już pytaniem: „Kim jesteś?" Prawdziwe pytanie brzmi: „Która wersja ciebie właśnie odpowiada?" SELFSPLITSEEKER prowadzi do miejsca, gdzie człowiek spotyka swoje własne odbicia. Nie w lustrze. W świadomości. Bo największy konflikt nie znajduje się między tobą a światem. Znajduje się między tobą... a wszystkimi wersjami siebie, które stworzyłeś po drodze.

Me: Fine. The moon: Interesting. Sometimes daily, sometimes forgotten. Random thoughts, emotional patterns, and bits of psychology. Nothing loud - just an INFJ overthinking in peace.

He owns the house. Three stories, acreage, a river at the bottom of the hill. The deed is real. Nobody disputes it. The house is full of strangers who don't care. There's a girl in the front yard with an offer already made. A truck bed already prepared. The simplest thing anyone has offered him in a long time. He turns around to face the house instead. *The wine is still in the cradle. The door to the river is still there. The key has been in his pocket since Nevada.* **All he has to do is go in.** *Literary dream fiction | JREAMS series, Episode VII* *© K.M. Æsquire*

Azriel Holic, a Nephalem - A demon and angel hybrid is an outcast among the sea of angels in heaven. On a seemingly normal day, he attends a ceremony for his sister, only to leave, venturing into the forbidden library. Against his father's rules, he explores the dusty area, finding a single book on a shelf. Little does he know, once he flicks through the pages, his loneliness will be cured - but for better or worse? A tale about two friends who were never meant to be, but found eachother anyway (Cover by my lovely friend Jayden!)

Get ready. To dismantle the firmest threads of your existence... As you descend into the roots you once wove and still defend-just to survive functionally. To finally look, acknowledge, and confront the existential fatigue you carry with you day after day... Because this book is not a guide, nor an answer. It is a parenthesis that doesn't come to comfort you. It is a fracture. A lucid journey through the invisible machinery in which you move. A kind of writing that doesn't seek to redeem you-but to stop you, abruptly. Aion watches in silence, knowing that the noise within you is louder than the world outside. Void walks beside you, whispering the questions you never dared to ask. And Vita pulses underneath it all-waiting for the moment you choose to feel, not just function. It may even lead you to the despair of what you already knew but refused to face; to that place where the meaning of life dissolves, when everything becomes mere function. Because functioning became your way of being in the world. And in that mode, the body endures-but does not dwell. Language fills-but does not communicate. Time runs-but leaves no trace. But this book might bring you to a threshold. Not to make you fall, but to make you pause. Because it's not a book that pushes you into the void-it is a vitalist book. Because sometimes, thinking is the only way to feel alive. To contemplate. To question. To look again into the face of life. And perhaps, from there, you'll discover other possibilities. I write this because I know I can share something real-something that once awakened me. Because I believe there is something in you that hasn't fully gone out. Something that suspects... this way of living isn't really life. And if that spark lights up-even for just one second- it might change you completely. Let's find out.

This poem is an introspective exploration of the introverted experience. It portrays the inner life as a place of refuge, valuing solitude and quiet reflection as essential for recharging the spirit. The verses highlight the introvert's role as a thoughtful observer of the world, contrasting the noise of social settings with the depth and stillness of their private emotional and intellectual landscape

I spent years watching life happen instead of living it. Between movies, unfinished books, late-night walks, and a boy who occupied far too much space in my mind, I became an expert at disappearing into my own thoughts. This is a story about being quiet, feeling everything too deeply, and trying to find yourself when you've spent most of your life hiding.story of most of girls life rn

What will happen to him? Torn apart in helplessnes...

She thought her scarf was her shield. She never knew it was her cage. Beneath Her Scarf is a raw and poetic story about loss, courage, and the moment a girl chooses to stop hiding. (This story is set in the world of the fifth emotion)

Master book of bubbles and ecloes. Every bubble holds a piece of thought, a whisper of feeling, or an echo of memory. This master book gathers them all-poems, reflections, sparks of imagination-floating between silence and voice. Some drift softly, others burst in color, but each leaves ripples behind. Welcome to the ｡Bubble｡ Universe, where words rise, echo, and linger. Bilingual, English + Arabic

A vivid, surreal dream pulls Alex into a place where nothing stays steady - not faces, not memories, not even the objects on the floor. It begins with their mother's embrace, a hug so intense it feels like it sets their skull on fire. Old heartbreaks and unspoken pain rise up instantly, mixing into the scenery around them. When a bat appears, their mom panics, yelling, "Get it, Alex!" even though Alex can't see anything. A pan of rice lies spilled on the ground for no reason at all, like the dream dropped pieces of real life in the wrong places. Then the world twists again - blunts fall to the floor, cookies appear from nowhere, familiar people morph into strangers, and Michael Jordan's mother becomes Robin Williams in an instant. A baby replaces a book. A knife wraps itself around Alex's hand without warning. Each shift pulls Alex deeper into something emotional, something their mind hasn't finished battling. Surreal and unsettling, the dream becomes a maze of old grief, fear of loss, confusion, and a longing for clarity. This is a story about confronting the things buried under years of pain - in a world where even the smallest detail, like a pan of rice on the floor, says more than words ever could.

What Blooms in Silence: A Short Stories Collection is a personal collection of stories based on my dreams-those strange, vivid moments that stayed with me even after I woke up. Each dream meant something, and through writing, I slowly began to understand what they were trying to tell me. Every story in this comes from those dreams, turned into pieces of fiction that reflect emotions, thoughts, and quiet truths I've felt but couldn't always explain. What Blooms in Silence is about growing from the inside, one dream at a time.

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In the Middle of Reality and Imagination tells the story of a young girl who feels isolated from the world because her thoughts are only heard by her imaginary friends. Misunderstood as a "psycho" by those around her, she struggles to connect with others, as no one seems to understand the depth of her inner world. Despite this, she harbours a hidden talent-an exceptional gift for writing. One day, she decides to share her experiences and her unique perspective through a book. This collection of stories weaves real-life moments with fictional elements, blending reality and imagination to offer readers a fresh, thought-provoking view of the world. Themes like paramnesia (false memories) are explored, with the fictional tales grounded in the girl's experiences. The one exception to the fictional nature of the stories is the character "MYSTRA" whose stories are drawn from actual events in the girl's life. This book invites readers into the mind of a girl misunderstood by society but empowered by the written word, revealing how creativity and imagination can illuminate truths even when the world around us fails to understand. "Reality is the foundation we walk on, but fiction is the sky we reach for; one keeps us grounded, while the other lets us soar." -Mystra

What do you call the kind of loneliness that lives inside a crowded room? This is not a story about being alone. It's about being unseen - standing in a world full of warmth you can see through the glass but never quite touch. About performing "I'm okay" until the words lose their meaning. About holding yourself together because no one else will. The Weight of Empty is for everyone who has ever stared at the ceiling in the dark, felt nothing they could name, and still - somehow - woke up the next morning. You are still here. And stories don't end in chapter one.

Sparks That Can't Be Ignored This is where art meets art. A collection of my responses-poems, reflections, and unravelings-inspired by the work that moves me. These are not reviews; they are conversations. My heart's version of the same beautiful dream. This is an Echo. For full version of my work, visit: ✨🫧Open Soul Bubble To understand the mind behind these echoes: 🫧✨First Burst Book Forever Becoming Contains English and Arabic verses

read the title... Work in progress - there are around 200 hundred of us, give about... 50? Maybe-ish... Little motivation... Sorry??? "--" means Host's comments "Cali is host of system and Blackwolf subsystem"

driftwood /ˈdrɪftwʊd/ (n.) pieces of wood which are floating on the sea or have been washed ashore.

This isn't fiction or fantasy to me this is real in my mind because I created it using inverted astral projection. I'm just writing it to keep record of what's going on in my head.