Liminal cerita

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

A quiet story where nothing breaks - and yet everything shifts. On a calm street, ordinary days begin to feel slightly wrong. Bodies react, objects change, and care slowly turns into responsibility. No one announces the impossible - it simply takes root. This is a slow, uncanny novel about liminal states, fragile trust, and the moment when something unfamiliar becomes impossible to ignore.

If hatred were taken from me, I would die of emptiness. It is the only thing that has never abandoned me......

this story is about boy staying in his uncle house. after problem with his uncle, he went to meadow by his trumpet. but as he blow the trumpet, he met stars that talked to him. the stars followed him and the stars invited him to the surrealist, dreamlike world where the labyrinth shouldn't existed. inspiration from J.L Borges, M.C Esher illustration and the owl house character.

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

Entities and their hostility Entities and their kindness Entities and their levels

Nothing is supposed to be empty. But when a girl begins to notice the cracks in her world, she realizes that nothing is everywhere. Hallways stretch too long. Voices repeat themselves. Time skips, stalls, and breaks. Faces stare a second too long, like they're waiting for her to disappear. What starts as a single moment of terror becomes a quiet unraveling of reality itself-classrooms fade, people glitch, and the universe seems to be slowly collapsing inward. As her sense of self begins to dissolve, so does the world around her. She drifts between what is real and what only pretends to be, caught in a space where memories feel borrowed and existence feels unfinished. The boundaries between her mind and the universe blur, until it's impossible to tell whether reality is ending... or if she is. We Are Nothing is a haunting, surreal story about identity, isolation, and the terrifying beauty of disappearing. Told through fragments of a life that may never have existed, it explores psychosis as a cosmic event-where losing yourself feels like watching the universe fall apart, one quiet moment at a time. Because if everything came from nothing- Then maybe nothing is all that's left.

Objects and their uses Objects and their looks Objects and their levels

This story is about someone who doesn't know what is real nor fake and she's trying to figure out how to be happy until she was

Marzena, an avid out-of-body traveler, finds that she has projected herself into the Backrooms during a seemingly "normal" night of sleep. Luckily, she has always had a passion for the metaphysical, uncanny, eerie, and unexplainable. Follow her as she fights the overwhelming fear of the Backrooms, forms a bond with a mysterious equine-like entity, and the two take on the world of dark liminality side by side. Book playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0pO7bPHVHCoMgFTD8w3s9d?si=_f3nqDEWSIea1BtHDvbj0Q&utm_source=copy-link

The mono-yellow halls of insanity linger around every corner, and the constant 120hz hum-buzz of the lights drop sanity. There is more to this 600 million square mile hell however, but Alex and Jake don't know just how expansive the entire backrooms gets...

If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono - yellow, the endless background noise of florescent lights at maximum hum - buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure hell has heard you.

The journey continues in the second book. Columbus yet again finds himself on a quest to save the Backrooms, but his enemy now has more powerful entities on their side, and he must find the Zeta Code, a sort of 'kill switch', to stop them before they wreak havoc on the Backrooms, and possibly reality.

A short fan fiction about one of my favourite games which is yume nikki made by kikiyama. It explains a different fictional world among with other twelve main worlds. By the way do not hesitate if you spot any grammar errors in the comment section, english is not my native language.

The rain whispers through the night, a silent murmur that seeps deep into the bones. The city is wrapped in a disturbing silence, beneath a blanket of loneliness so thick it barely lets you breathe. There are places hidden behind the ordinary where the only thing that seems to make sense is your miserable existence there. Only a few can sense this feeling-a cold emptiness where you can lose yourself quietly. In this story, normality is a fragile illusion. Andrew dwells in those shadows, carrying invisible scars on his chest that bleed silently-wounds made of absences and silences no one knows about. But what is that? Something is coming; it seems these wounds will stop bleeding and break years of forgetting. Memories awaken, old wounds and promises that hurt more to keep than to heal. Isn't that right, Charlie? In the boundary spaces of reality, darkness does not just lurk-it becomes part of oneself. ❗❕❗This is just an attempt at translating my original Spanish version.❗❕❗ I don't expect you to necessarily like this reading, but I hope you'll at least show some support by leaving a kind comment about what you think of this first part. :3

I promised that I would bring the flowers this time... I can't fail her again. I've fallen into a place with no end, and no exit. I just need to find a way to get out

This is just a public dream journal. If anyone has any ideas of what any of these could mean, I'd like to hear. These are my strange dreams. I don't really know why I dreamt these things, but here we are.

He's back.

REMAKE!! (This is a sort of a self-insert, the main character is non-binary so you can project any gender or pronouns on them!) A weirdcore / dreamcore inspired story, where you wake up for a normal day of school, only for a fun-filled surprise to meet you in the classroom's walls.

South Limana Academy high school student Adelaine Urbach wanders what it feels like to have fear racing through her mind as she has a condition in which she does not feel it at all. With her friend, Winter Serenoia, they stumbled upon an intriguing letter from a late professor.