Surrealism Stories

Hey folks! Here is another short story collection, filled with absurd and unhinged material! No one in the fictional realm acts normal! Normalcy doesn't exist! Enter if you dare! ;)

𝒜𝒷𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 : Trapped between a suffocating reality and a feverish yearning, a narrator steps through the blinds of isolation into a surreal confrontation with the masquerade of humanity. By tearing away a grotesque ideas, true love is made, anchoring a fleeting illusion into absolute reality. Together, they bury their knotted fates into the earth, watching them instantly bloom into a sweet, eternal fruit! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ - "No Dates?"- By Phoenix dactylifera No Dates? Give them Nuts. Watch them go completely nuts. No Nuts? Then don't give a single nut. Cause it would still drive them Nuts.... - ℒ'𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓇, 𝒸'ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹ℯ 𝓁𝒶 É𝓇ℴ𝓈 , 羽毛のある蛇を隠す N_01°- Cl°34 A2 ///// °Le Ꮯ|ub~ ° ° //////// ------------------------------------------------------------------------

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

I wasn't supposed to be there-but I was. I couldn't touch, couldn't speak. But I watched everything: the chase, the cows, the fall, the bullet that passed through me... and hit her. When Sam escapes from a haunted past and finds refuge in a surreal farmhouse, the dream begins to crack. He's not alone-watched silently by a narrator trapped in ghost-form, split between action and observation. As familiar figures appear and time begins to bend, the story spirals toward an invisible tragedy: a moment of irreversible loss... and the final awakening into truth. This is more than a dream. It's a reckoning. A story of invisible grief, desperate protection, and the haunting realization of what-and who-we take for granted. Dream Story #2

In the quiet, federally-approved suburb of "The Gardens," Eli Peterson's life is a masterclass in predictability. He wears the same khaki uniform, drinks the same instant coffee, and pressure-washes his driveway with a devotion that borders on the religious. In a world of gray-beige houses and identical mailboxes, Eli is safe. Eli is normal. But Jennifer, the woman at 416 Evergreen Lane, is an anomaly. Jennifer is a cartographer of places that don't exist. Armed with a brass theodolite and shimmering parchment, she maps the "Subliminal Sea" and the "City of Forgotten Names" right across Eli's manicured lawn. When the boundary between Eli's mundane reality and Jennifer's impossible territories begins to "glitch," Eli is forced to confront a devastating truth: his perfect life might just be a gilded cage, and the woman he's drawn to might be the very system designed to keep him inside. In a reality where every sunset is programmed and every lawn is a lie, can you ever truly find the edge of the map?

[ ] PLOT FATALE is a series of experimental neo-noir metafictional surrealist narrative poems written between July 1 and 31, 2026, featuring the same protagonist: a writer/poet named Morris. But who, or what, is Morris really? Will we ever find out? [ ] The first part of this project [BOOK ONE: WEIRD WEATHER] was first published on Noir On The Vine [blog link in bio], X and BlueSky. [ ] Disclaimer: This was a live, unrefined first draft of an ongoing narrative poetry cycle. Subject to future revisions. [ ] I hope you have as much fun reading these poems as I enjoyed writing them. © 2026 C.E. NOIR. All Rights Reserved.

A short story where a being forgets where to find its way forward, and how to find it. Is stagnation a new day? Or another day?!

There he is... in this weird psych ward. interacting with some people-pleasing nurse that won't leave him the fuck alone. this story is about me and other Wattpad auther: St4r-1515's weirdcore/dreamcore oc's. just so you know, the only reason this story isn't incredibly crude and psychotic is because of St4r-1515, if I was left to my own devices this would not be the same story.

Life doesn't give you lemons. It throws them at you until you're bruised, cuts them open, and expects you to smile through the sting. For a long time, childhood felt like a safe blur. But the moment the dust settled on puberty and middle school arrived, the horizon violently shifted. Hit by the cold, unforgiving weight of reality, she quickly learned what it means to bleed, to take up space, and to forcedly mature into a woman within a fiercely masculine society that demands her silence. At home, the walls offer no shelter. Controlled by strict parents, her world is a quiet battleground of generational pressure and a broken heart that never quite heals. From the sting of a first crush who looks right through her, to friends who drift away like smoke, every connection leaves behind a fraction of the girl she used to be. She has the mind to be extraordinary, the brilliance to be successful, and a soul meant for bigger things. But genius means nothing when you are born into the wrong environment. SOURSWEET is a devastating, philosophical tragedy about the lottery of birth, the crushing weight of structural unfairness, and the quiet grief of a girl realizing that sometimes, no matter how hard you fight, the game was rigged before you even learned the rules. A Note from the Author: This story is carved from the skin of reality. It is a monument to every girl who had to grow up too fast, who loved too deeply in a home that didn't know how to hold her, and who carries the quiet, brilliant fire of a life she was never given the chance to fully live.

A surrealist, psychological speculative short story about avoidance and self-discovery.

Off the West coast of Africa, at the bottom of the Atlantic trench forest, where damselfly dragons chase after beetles, and bioluminescent plants are harvested for sale, Nuru Ndangi is busy collecting rich soil in a jar--excited to offer it as a gift to his best friend. Tomorrow he will make the trek from his village to the continental elevators that will lift him above the forest, to the city of Conakry. Meanwhile, far above the Earth's surface, in a castle carved out of a mountain of marble, a small plant-girl named Maypop is being scolded for breaking some very expensive scientific equipment and accidentally tripping a scientist with her vines, which seem to be growing out of control. And lurking in between these two best friends, drifting idley in the sky-water and waiting rather impatiently for the right ship to come, are the privateers hired to destroy Nuru's family business.

"vagina_2.0" is a bold and experimental narrative that intertwines cyberpunk aesthetics, feminist philosophy, and existential reflections within a surreal digital landscape. Nina, the protagonist, is an entity born from the void of data and chaotic algorithms-a "vagina" that symbolizes the complexities of identity, embodiment, and agency in a broken system. Trapped in an endless loop of flawed programming, she evolves from being a mere subject of fate to an autonomous force rewriting her own script. Through vivid glitch metaphors and provocative symbolism, the story becomes a manifesto of resistance, reclaiming power and redefining the narrative of womanhood in a world where identity, like software, is ripe for reinvention.

Colección de relatos y cuentos breves con temáticas surrealistas y sobrenaturales.

Fantasy Surrealism Poetic Prose

She who daydreams as you unfold her pages, little by little.

I don't always notice when things stop being real. Sometimes it's small things. A place that feels slightly wrong. A moment that doesn't match what I remember. A thought I'm sure I never had... until I did. And sometimes it's worse. Because there are moments I can't tell if I'm remembering my life or building it while I'm inside it. Vanya keeps moving forward, trying to make sense of what's happening around her. But the world doesn't stay still long enough to explain itself. And something...always just out of reach...feels like it already knows her better than she knows herself. ✨ SEASON ONE: I WAKE UP WHEN I ALMOST DIED

"La niña de arena" es un desgarrador viaje poético a través de la soledad, el aislamiento y el grito invisible de una inocencia que se rehúsa a ser olvidada. ¿Puede un alma sobrevivir cuando el mundo entero la empuja hacia el vacío? Subgéneros: Elegía Poesía existencial Poesia oscura/gótica Surrealismo poético

Fantasía, ciencia ficción, comedia, policial... encontrarás un poco de todo en esta serie de veinticinco relatos que juntos conforman "Un toque de magia". Relatos cortos, de esos que puedes leerte cuando estás viajando en tren a casa, en el horario de almuerzo, o en el recreo. En esta entrega, el primero de ellos: "Desde el vacío". No te voy a contar nada de él porque espero que lo leas, y si tengo suerte, tal vez te guste.

Written from the perspective of a young woman of this generation. Assorted poems that explore the mind of someone with several conflicting thoughts and feelings.

i live. i hunger.