Surreal Stories

[This story is now FREE] Florette moves to Versailles, only to discover a group of Fae are destroying France. Allying with the battled-scarred Destan, she has to save the kingdom. ***** Florette, a painter's apprentice, is finally welcomed to the palace of Versailles. Ready to work, she notices that several of the courtiers are too beautiful to be human. Soon a battle-scarred warrior, Destan, tells her the truth: a faction of Fae have left the faerie and are slowly destroying the French monarchy. Determined that France must not fall, Florette is forced to use her skill to smuggle messages about the Fae inside her own paintings. Can she trust the rugged warrior at her side? And can Florette save France from creatures beyond mortal control?

There's something in Jhastin's dream, one that feels surreal. ____________ TMI: Inspired by their musics again for more emotional chapters🤟 Soft story. Architecture X Fine Art Student Bulan X Araw Province X City Boy

Why do dreams occur at night? And what do they symbolize? Are they fragments of an existing Multiverse? Or are they just mere creations of our own intense feelings and emotions? The question that even modern science failed to answer. Meet Kaizen Mizuki, an ordinary high schooler living an extraordinary nightmare. By day, he survives classrooms, bullying, and the quiet weight of expectations pressing down on him from every direction. By night, his sleep fractures into something far stranger, dreams that feel too real, spaces that exist between waking and reality, and fears that take shape and speak back. At first, they are only dreams. Then they begin to follow him. As Kaizen drifts through liminal worlds where logic bends and fear becomes tangible, he learns that sleep is not an escape, but a doorway. What begins as psychological horror slowly unfolds into something vast, astral travel, higher dimensions, and cosmic beings that do not hate humanity... yet are willing to erase it without hesitation. While galaxies burn and universes tremble beyond human perception, Kaizen still wakes up for school. He still laughs with friends. He still falls in love. Aoi, a girl who is playful, teasing, and painfully human towards him becomes his anchor to a normal life, even as Kaizen is pulled further away from it. Between awkward lunches, quiet walks, and moments of fragile romance, he carries a truth no one else can see, that reality itself is unstable, and he may be the only one standing between the boundary of existence and collapse. This is a slow burn story, blending slice-of-life warmth with psychological tension, scientific curiosity, and cosmic horror, Liminal Drift is a story about crossing boundaries, between dreams and waking, fear and courage, love and responsibility. Because sometimes, survival isn't just about saving the universe... It's about choosing to face it, even when the cost is everything... - P.S- Images in this story are all AI generated

One night, a young man misses his exit. What follows seems impossible. A highway that abruptly ends. A diner that sits without customers. Children playing games at midnight. A motorcycle gang that seems to haunt the stretches of the road. As he wanders through a landscape of dreams, memories, and strange encounters, his search for a girl becomes something far more dangerous than it should be. A surreal literary fantasy about obsession, loneliness, and what happens when your world loses meaning.

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

The courtyard had been transformed into something beyond the ordinary world-marigold garlands draped from pillar to pillar, their orange and gold catching torchlight in trembling waves. Jasmine strings fell from carved stone archways like white curtains, their fragrance rising with every breath of wind. Diyas lined every surface, burning in their thousands, until the courtyard seemed to float in firelight. She walked slowly. Her feet brushed the flower-strewn path. Her hands hung empty at her sides. The deep red silk of her bridal dress whispered around her, a color meant only for this moment. Drums spoke. Priests chanted. Sacred smoke rose toward a sky heavy with stars. Everything was perfect. And then she reached the mandap. And she saw him. Sharp, handsome, correct in every way-the face of a man from a good family, a name her father would speak of with pride. A stranger. He smiled at her. And she felt nothing. No-worse than nothing. A hollow, closing feeling. Like a door shutting on something still alive. Like a river being asked to stop. The ceremony continued. No one noticed. And beneath it all, one devastating thought rose clear and absolute: This is not him. She woke up, gasping. Darkness pressed around her, the lamps nearly burned out, the jasmine still in the silent air. The dream faded. But the feeling did not. It stayed-quiet, unyielding, impossibly certain. She closed her eyes. Opened them. Still there. She exhaled slowly into the dark and made a decision. She had every reason to let him go. He gave her every reason to stay. And when the truth finally came- would it change everything she thought she knew about them?

"I wish the world will forever remember to ignite the day," she muttered a line from a poem she's obsessed with. You are my world, December. If only I could tell you that and it makes it to the next day, I'd be grateful for the world. But you are my world, and no star can outshine that. "Hey, Rice." December looked at me with her perfect eyes, asking, "What would you do if the world forgets?" . RICE, DECEMBER, REMEMBER Copyright © 2026 by HIDAISHE All rights reserved.

𐀔 3# IN FAE RISE SAGA 𐀔 "You are a helpless human. You can stand against none of our kind." Her voice dripped with venom as she spoke. "Yeah." I snarled bitterly. "But that doesn't mean I can't hate them." At long last, Lisa is mildly safe in Puck's world, the Faerie Realm. And after making new acquaintances, and becoming accustomed to the exotic cultures and magic, she begins to lose her heart to this news land. But when war begins to brew, Lisa is not safe in either world. Despite her immense trust for Puck, he cannot hide Lisa in his arms forever. As the Seelie King and Queen become desperate for alliances, danger begins to twist around the struggling kingdom, leaving it open to stubborn Trolls, lying Djinni, and the wicked Unseelie Faeries. And when all seems well, there could an occurrence that breaks everything. What is the occurrence? Find out by reading this third book in the FAE RISE Saga. Where the enemy plot will be revealed, and the foundations of trust will be rattled. And the line between safe and unsafe will be blurred by an exquisite paintbrush.

In the Cloud of Souls, an afterlife shaped by memory and emotion, Elara and her fractured family navigate a world where trauma becomes landscape and truth becomes survival. When Elara's mother fails to transition into the Cloud, Elara and Thane must save her by entering into the collapsing worlds of fragile minds where the dead relive their final moments in endless loops. Guided by an enigmatic Illusionist, they confront the night they died, the pirates who shattered their lives, and the wounds they never dared to face. But rescuing Elara's mother, trapped in a spiralling psychosis, demands more than courage. It requires descending into her broken world, battling manifestations of fear, and unravelling the truth of her final moments. As Elara's powers grow beyond control and her father confronts the guilt he's carried since death, the family must fight not only the echoes of their past but the illusions they've built to survive it. To bring Elara's mother home, they must survive their own memories and discover whether love can endure beyond the end of life itself.

Ryleigh is the quiet heartbeat of her community - the one everyone knows, the one everyone trusts. Her dreams have always been vivid, strange, a little too real... but lately they've started to feel like warnings. She doesn't know what they mean, not yet. All she knows is that something is shifting around her, and the first signs of it are waiting for her in the dark between dreams.

Inside the Brain Theater, every emotion becomes a performance. Shaft grieves beneath the spotlight. Shaun burns through rage. The King rules from a golden balcony. Darnell keeps the entire theater from collapsing. But beneath the stage, something forgotten has begun to wake - and the audience is starting to remember what existed before the show ever began. Every mind has a stage. Not everyone gets to leave.

Kalydoros was never important enough to be remembered by history. A quiet Mediterranean island of harbors, mountain villages, aging hotels, and inherited routines, it survives through tourism, bureaucracy, and the comforting belief that nothing truly changes there anymore. Then the anomalies begin. At first they seem harmless. An inconvenience. Another strange story to discuss over coffee before returning to work. But as the weeks pass, citizens begin standing motionless in the streets, staring northward for reasons they cannot explain. Others develop conditions that defy every medical explanation. Entire districts adapt to events no one understands. Authorities rename what they cannot solve. Institutions reorganize around the abnormal. Life continues. Because life always continues. When Dr. Leandros Sarantis survives an accident that should have killed him, and microbiologist Dr. Irini Delimaris uncovers evidence that the phenomenon may not be natural at all, they find themselves confronting a transformation spreading quietly beneath the island's ordinary routines. Some mysteries arrive with violence. Others arrive politely, become familiar, and wait for society to welcome them. The Borrowed is a psychological mystery and literary dystopian thriller about memory, identity, adaptation, and the terrifying ease with which human beings learn to surrender uncertainty in exchange for direction. New chapters released weekly. © 2026 Samuel Harry Lorian. Thank you for reading The Borrowed. Reader thoughts, theories, and comments are always welcome and greatly appreciated.

In 1980s New York, actress Sheri Brown moves through fame with her white ragdoll cat, Sage, always by her side-until a quiet presence in the shadows begins to follow them. When Sage vanishes and strange systems begin to shift beneath the city, nothing behaves as it should: people misplace time, buildings forget their own structure, and a doctor who studies animals begins to redefine what "care" really means. As Sheri's world fractures into overlapping corridors of control and hidden design, strangers are pulled into the same unfolding pattern-each carrying fragments of a truth no one can fully hold. A jealous past, a suspicious assistant, a watching neighbour, and a cat who sees more than she should all converge around a system that refuses to stay contained. But when the rules of reality begin to align in the wrong places, survival stops being about escape-and becomes about what remains when the system finally decides what it wants to keep. Some connections don't break. They spread.

The Custodian focuses on an anthropomorphic, gender-shifting, self-pollinating flower tasked with saving seeds from various endangered regions of The Cog, a dying dreamworld Coty, the custodian of the seeds, answers to no one, and has only their mission on their mind, despite being constantly derailed by Red, the asexual anthropomorphic hummingbird that pesters Coty endlessly. Darker forces are at work, trying to keep The Cog from being saved. Coty must act quickly, and decide who to trust, while keeping their own secrets.

Each one of you is put into this strange place and no one but you can understand why. (?) You can relax and enjoy while you still can but... you know you shouldn't be staying there for too long or else... 👁️

lmao i hope nobody reads this U have bad luck, get lost in the woods, get kidnapped, and now u live with the gang of freaks. this is ur life now buddy. :p

This is a book containing stories revolving around the world of The Amazing Digital Circus! In this one-shot book, you'll find: 1. Ships 2. Reader inserts 3. Fandom crossovers With all that being said, I hope you enjoy these little scenarios!

About a boy in a floating castle. Short, but fun read. The cover art is my own art :) Let me know in the comments if you enjoy it and/or want more.

The Gauntlet is meant to break you. Every year, dozens of teens enter. Not all of them come out. Ashton has spent his entire life preparing for this moment-and still, he's not ready. Then he meets Myra. Confident and unshaken. Smiling like she already knows she'll survive. They make a pact: no matter what the Gauntlet throws at them, they'll make it through together. But the Gauntlet doesn't just test your strength. It changes you. It erodes trust. And it turns people into something unrecognizable. Ashton is determined to reach the end with Myra. He's just not sure she's planning to do the same. "To the stars through hardship." Surviving is one thing. Reaching the stars is another. A completed dystopian survival story featuring a deadly challenge known as the Gauntlet. Perfect for fans of dark fiction, psychological tension, and high-stakes competitions where trust is fragile and betrayal is inevitable.

Every night at 3:11 AM, two strangers dream the same life - a life where they died together. In the waking world, they've never met. In the dream world, they've died a hundred different ways. When they finally cross paths in reality, the dreams don't stop. They intensify. And, the universe begins to behave as if it remembers them better than they remember themselves. Someone - or something - is trying to correct a mistake. But the question is: Did they die in another life... or are they about to die in this one?