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

Everyone seems to know Jimin. Minjeong just happens to be the only person she can't seem to forget. Somewhere between quiet conversations, accidental glances, and all the little things neither of them thinks twice about, something begins to feel strangely familiar. Maybe some people are meant to find each other. Maybe they already have. LLL

A writer falls in love with a girl, again. And he's afraid of making the same mistakes. He talks with himself, more specifically, his younger self. Both of them has to figure out about love while trying not to repeat the mistakes. They will never understand it... A diary-like short story with occasional lyrics of random songs by The Smiths. Based on the author's real experiences and fictionalized for drama.

Imagine a normal world... Now throw that out of the window. Introducing: Bob! (or Robert for long). And Bob! (wait, what?) In a world/worlds/multiverse of chaos and stuff just not making sense, and the nonsensical making the only amount of sense, can the two parallel Bobs work together to save the multiverse, and learn a lesson along the way? Probably, idk.

Czasem trudno być szklakiem. Szczególnie wtedy, gdy świat naokoło zdaje się pękać jak stare lustro. Jak jednak przestać wierzyć, że wszystko da się jeszcze naprawić? Że będzie lepiej? Nyx widziała morderstwo. Była tego pewna. Krew lała się po bruku, a ona nie mogła się ruszyć. Kto więc jak nie ona miał znaleźć tego, kogo bali się nawet rządzący? Kto miał odkupić swoje winy i wreszcie pokazać wszystkim, na co go stać? Nie zasługiwała przecież na życie w slumsach! Była kimś wyjątkowym. Kimś... kto zaczął słyszeć głos Bogini. Meg z kolei wie, że choć magowie nie powinni istnieć, ona była jednym z nich. Co mogła zrobić, by pomóc swojej przyjaciółce, która powoli pogrążała się w obsesyjnym poszukiwaniu kogoś, kto przecież mógł ją zabić? I czy uda jej się zachować sekret przed szklakami z wyższych sfer, tak bardzo zainteresowanych jedyną ocalałą ze spotkania z mglistym mordercą?

On Harry Renard's fifty-fifth Birthday he awakes to find that his face has been encased in a black cloud, which he thinks is odd because it had not been there the night before. On inspecting this strange phenomenon, Harry realises that he can just about see out through the dark mist, but his face is completely obscured from the outside. Unsure of what to do but worried that if he is late for work again, on yet another gloomy Monday morning, his juvenile boss Tarquin Stark will finally have a reason to dismiss him. On arriving at the office Harry is surprised to find the cloud has expanded to engulf his whole head, but why does no one else in the office seem to notice? UNDERBELLY [n.] singular The soft underside or abdomen of a mammal. An area vulnerable to attack. A dark, hidden part of society. Trigger Warning, This story contains themes of Bullying, Suicide and Self-harm

FOLLOW DA BOIS Day, Hollow, and Kaligo as they hunt horrifying Analog horror inspired monsters. THEY TRAVEL THROUGHOUT UNIVERES, MAKE LOTS OF JOKES, AND FUCK UP, (BUT NOT TOO BAD PROBABLY). THEY SHALL END THE WOR- WELL, TRY TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND MEET NEW BUDDIES (Lilly and Orian) WHO MAY OR MAY NOT DIE A FEW TIMES, YIPPIE.

A collection of short poems ive written. These are intended to help me understand not just myself but human nature. Most are psychological,or philosophical but i dont have just one way of writing. warning!!!! i do not subscribe to grammar >;( some poems are abit disturbing so ill add a trigger warning before hand but do proceed with caution!

[ [FEATURING PSYCHOLOGICAL AND SLICE OF LIFE THEMES ] ] "-Dreams are made of dreams that your mind thought they were stupid darling-" Willow is an 17 year old Highschooler who struggles with his social and family life, since birth they suffered from a condition that made her struggle to move around. Sympathy was rare for them and sincerity was worse, as her life loosed meaning, her dreams gained it. Never losing her drive to keep improving she dreamed about roaming into a fantasy world, were she could change and fight what chains her down, her environment changing with her mind, and learning lessons that helped her in her personal life. If you are interested in stories that talk over important topics wrapped in adventure, slice of slice, and has drawings. You could invest in this story

When humanity turned wicked, God wept and the Rapture came. It took the pure of heart, leaving the rest behind in a ruined world where Hell and Earth crashed together. Now, time and space are more myth than fact. A sentient, toxic, pale fog swallows the land, twisting the remaining survivors into beastfolk, demons, and mushroom men, while corrupted churches preach blood rituals and dark magic. A lone wanderer, Ion, must navigate the ever-shifting expanse, a journey requiring a blind step into the unknown. As the line between the living, the dead, and the damned blurs entirely, the only question left is: what happens when you finally stop running and let the pale mist consume you?

Chetna exists in a surveillance-run quarantine where memory is a fragile construct. Navigating a geometric lattice of recursive lies and engineered complacency, she begins to question the very fabric of her surroundings. In this psychological sci-fi odyssey, existential doubt becomes the key to tearing down an illusionary reality. Quick Start Guide #1: INIT (presentation of the book's mechanics and lore) https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1hwy09BRgzPqFhoQMhGkeExiZj0GZ2mKA5Cv5hml0VME/edit?usp=sharing GestaltOS Orientation Video https://youtu.be/UG3CmRHez9A?si=z3Zq289TRcpmOZz1 NOTE: New chapters will be posted soon and the story will be here in its entirety until a date is chosen for digital publication! Thanks for reading!

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

Ziggy Hamantaschen Widdershins XX is a long Furby with a passionate-perhaps slightly unhealthy-obsession with all things Walgreens. No one can explain why he loves it so much, though experts worldwide have tried and failed to uncover the reason. Sure, he can pick up his mother's dementia medication, nibble absent‑mindedly on Ghirardelli, or play sudoku with Velgar the shadow demon in the snack aisle-yet there remains no single, concrete explanation. Join me-the chronicler of Ziggy's strange existence and author of this biography-on a wonderfully weird journey through the life of Siegfried Hamantaschen Widdershins XX, Walgreens' most devoted disciple. SEQUEL (of sorts) COMING SOON! EXPECT THE FIRST CHAPTERS BY OCTOBER!

THE BLACK HEART: Anatomy of Evil "Each Moon is a breath of evil, each Table a root that grows in the dark, each Cross a nail in the sky." Evil is not a historical accident: it is a breathing organism. Throughout the centuries, the wolf Gork hunts the primordial essence of Vorgash-a fire that devours the souls of tyrants and sheds its skin as eras pass. From the flames of Nero to the divine calculation of Napoleon, through seven Moons of blood, darkness evolves, learns, and refines itself. But at the end of the seventh Moon, the hunt changes. Evil no longer dwells in a single man: it has become a nation. The Dark Sphere is born-the collective mind of the Reich. Amidst the mud of the trenches and the cold rhythm of a war that moves with the precision of a train schedule, soldiers like Lothar, Ernst, and Hermann become cogs in a brutal order that admits no variations. There is no more room for initiative, only for simultaneous execution. Only for the void. The Black Heart is more than a historical novel. It is a mathematical and metaphysical journey through 7 Moons, 10 Tables, and 7 Crosses. It is the account of when humanity ceased to be flesh and became dust under the weight of a perfect structure. Are you ready to discover what beats within the Black Heart of History?

Gabriel Maxwell who was once a play-boy/womanizer had a touch from God. Now he was a devoted Christian, husband and father but even though he is still a millionaire; life wasn't without it's challenges, now Gabriel has always loves and welcome a challenge, the more difficult the better but will these challenges prove to be to much for him or will he allow God to help him over come them.

My stupid satirical take on a fantasy adventure power scaling story. A Young boy who has never known a moment of peace since he was a child is involved in a web of chaotic and surreal events after meeting a witch with a strange limit on her powers.

Ward's reality shatters as he embarks on a perilous journey through time and space. His quest begins with a dream encounter of Öde, a mysterious fish, leading to the discovery of creation's secrets and a man known as Vesmír. Vesmír gives Ward a monumental task - to reassemble the sixty-seven fragments of his brother, the other half responsible for birthing existence, each core fragment tucked away behind a door within Hotel 67. Each door leads to a different dimension, a new reality that Ward must navigate within a strict timeframe. The decaying fragments symbolize creation itself, and as they crumble, existence teeters on the brink of oblivion. Ward, carrying the key to the doors within him, becomes the fated relic to navigating these dimensions. With the clock ticking, he must risk everything to gather the fragments. Failure signifies the end of Ward and all of creation. "Hotel 67" is a gripping tale of destiny, time, and betrayal, the challenge within each realm becoming the key to preserving existence.

You find a washed-ashore glass bottle with an antique manuscript inside. Its contents are a warning of terrible significance, as well as a travelogue with a mind-bogglingly strange progression and ending. Concise story of a very unusual style. It tells a round tale in a mere 3600 words (one might say so round, that it curves back on itself). The goal was to make it equally entertaining and thought-provoking (this time not morally, but rather as an exercise in imagination). I recommend this to anyone who loves discovery, things that are creatively unconventional, pleasantly bizarre, distant from mundanity, far earlier than present day, and way more advanced than humans... Enjoy! :) * The story's Hungarian version (my original work): https://www.wattpad.com/story/398849724

She wakes with no memory, only a hollowness she can't name. Someone offers to lead her to what she's lost. The path runs through a forest of graves, and not everyone buried there is willing to stay that way.