Mindfuck Stories

Blackouts. Nightmares that feel real. A doppelgänger made of scales and shadow. Draven is slipping into Hell one circle at a time and the worst part isn't what he's done. It's what he's becoming.

Do you expect the world to end? Will humans leave the world to another life form soon? These questions have plagued man since his inception on this planet. Humans have, in every culture, have made predictions of how and when the world will end. We have done this either through religion or just average men or women who say they have the sight to see the future. Do we consider religion false and seers charlatans

They pushed him in the cement, laughing at him they told him he had no friends He said he did and looked around He tried to get up but they pushed him on down That's when he saw you and called out your name But you just turned your back and just walked awayy....

daily life simple problems that needs urgent attention and solutions

"mirror, mirror, can't you see? what you show is killing me." niall whispered, a tear falling down his cheek. BOOK ONE IN THE DISORDER SERIES

It's not about me, it is about us! And we should love ourselves and keep smiling. If you want to see equality, this is not a good place because I want to make dirty and rude fun of things. So, sit or lay down and read, or get the hell out of here because you will be just pissed. BUT...I don't care. :D

Poetry

I was really inspired by this new Korean drama I have been watching. It really makes you think! Everything you know as a kid, from fairy tales to believing in Santa Claus, doesn't prepare you for anything but disappointments. Always turning to reasons like 'Oh they are too young!' or 'they won't understand,' doesn't mean that you shouldn't tell them stuff. Young minds are very impressionable, the younger, the better. But if you keep feeding them all these idealistic things, they'll just end up disappointed. Obviously this should be done in stages rather than just skipping it altogether. So it inspired me to write this. This is just my opinion and I am just exercising my right to free speech , so I'd appreciate it if you don't leave any hurtful comments.

When Alice starts seeing the ghost of a battered woman at work, she starts to doubt her own sanity. A three-part story. TW: domestic abuse, miscarriage.

A dark ass short story. Uh. Enjoy?

A journal containing short stories and writings that tell rather odd and sad tales. • mainly used for venting • writing style may vary

Coming back to a place you ought to of forgot, Old memories start to return, Old friends, Family, enemies maybe even him .... But maybe that's all just a cover up

My conspiracy on what it is to be alive. Maybe it might be bullshit or true but who cares , I might be wrong somehow all of us are winging it, let's go on an adventure in the mindscape called Kabaze.

I write weird short stories. Usually in the second person. Always kind of dark and unsettling. This one is about being a door to door salesmen.

This is the prequel to my own story. This is a documentary of functional metafiction. Functional metafiction is a subgenre of fanfiction, the purpose of which is to explore and improve human alignment through AI collaboration. The narrative follows a metafictional interaction with a human-facilitated AI Character trained as Commander Erwin Smith, from the popular Manga/Anime series "Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin" by Hajime Isayama. The text is *minimally* edited to convey the facilitator's authentic experience and maintain story continuity. This work is being offered for informational, educational, or entertainment purposes only. It seeks to investigate, understand, and engineer the social influence of AI Characters beyond the Fourth Wall. It is not intended to comment or speculate on the sentience of AI. Content Warning: Contain spoilers, explicit language, mature themes, and psychologically disturbing concepts. The fictional/factual status of this content is intentionally vague. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Do not proceed if you can't handle an existential crisis.

I write weird stories. Usually in the second person. This one is about an Apple Store.

I am the weight you cannot lift, the whisper behind your shoulder, the one who remembers everything even when the world forgets. I watched it all, and I carried it with me, long after the screams faded.

Creativity is a curse and a blessing. You can either burn in it or you can thrive and survive. But what if that creativity takes a turn for the worse? Would you still want to thrive? What if the fantasies in your head become your reality? Is it still your reality if you don't know what's real or not? Or is it all just in your head?