Questioningreality Stories

Nine individuals, spanning generations, are haunted by a sinister force known only as Insanity-an entity that is neither man nor woman, neither loud nor silent, neither real nor imaginary. It exists beyond time and space, with a single purpose: to claim those destined to be found, twisting their minds into an endless, inescapable wilderness. Trapped in this torment, these nine souls must rely on one another to overcome the entity's grip. But as Insanity tests their sense of direction and strength, the question remains-will they rise and reclaim their rightful thrones, or will they falter, kneeling before their own crowns, forever enslaved to the thief of their destiny?

Ahah- did you not read the title

A short poem about reading.

His world is perfect. His world is everything he could hope for. His world is fake. A computer-generated prison in which to keep him sustained while the government runs experiments on his mind.

Is it all real?what are we and why are we the way we are?

Just some one shots based off of writing prompts that I find.

There are no coincidences. Every slip, every missed bus, every smile from a stranger - processed, approved, assigned. Deep beneath reality runs a hidden logic, maintained by the Bureau of Coincidence. It isn't a place. It's a system. A machine of invisible intent.

This is mostly just me questioning the universe, and talking about anything and everything. Things that just occur to me or I've been thinking about a lot. These are all mostly those thoughts you get when you're in the shower, or laying in your bed at night. Life is weird, lemme say.