Surrealism storie

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.

The original idea is to write about a guy who suppresses his memories to the point he forgets people or things in his real life.

[The Gravity of Echoes] 79 hours a day. The coronation of a tanker. The absolute zero sunlight. Lin and Sooyoung exist where logic dissolves. In a reality where acetylene plays beach volleyball with the laws of physics and celestial horses graze on the silence of Mercury, our reality is nothing more than a glitch in the celestial machine. This is not a story of a journey; it is the archive of a return. A record of two souls navigating the friction layers of a dying galaxy, searching for the only coordinate that remains absolute: the path home. When the Absolute Spirit becomes a refrigerator's dandyism and cherry blossoms scatter as cosmic moles, we walk arm in arm. Beyond the speed of light. Into the silence. #Surrealism #SciFi #Philosophy #Experimental #TheGravityOfEchoes #Metaphysics #LinAndSooyoung

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

Un ciclo de vida llegando a su final en algo parecido a un sueño febril

At the Dream Auction, Madame Lysandra unveiled a mesmerizing orb containing "The Summer of Innocence," a dream of pure joy and nostalgia. The bidding was intense, and the dream's warmth seemed almost tangible, captivating the crowd. The winning bidder, a frail man, absorbed the dream, briefly reclaiming youthful joy before his elation faded into an ambiguous expression of hunger or regret. As the room settled, Lysandra introduced the next item-a darker, more dangerous dream-promising forbidden power to the highest bidder.

A novel presenting a range of philosophical ideas through strange events and rich symbolism. "Note: Artificial intelligence tools were used to assist in the translation so errors are to be expected."

Join Yoko on an exhilarating journey filled with unexpected twists and chills as she seeks to uncover the mysteries behind the strange entities that are warping reality in Tokyo. After experiencing some unusual events, she feels a strong urge to break free from her mundane life following her misadventure in the "Haunted House" just a month earlier. Yoko embarks on a surreal odyssey, where she will find herself under unseen surveillance. However, with courage and determination, she presses on, intent on discovering the secrets of the bizarre phenomena occurring throughout her city.

Will has a shift in feelings and has decided to terminate his sessions with Dr. Lecter. The answer is within the haze that has grown between them, and Hannibal is not afraid to step through.

An account of a recurring nightmare generated by sleep paralysis.

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, wakes up in a cotton candy themed wonderland where the sky is purple and birds are obnoxiously pink. There's nothing blue in this strange wonderland; not until he sets eyes on a happy unknown man named John. This story is slightly poetic (it uses a few metaphors) so I hope it doesn't get confusing. If you want me to explain a specific one, let me know in the comments. This story is an alternate first meeting of John and Sherlock, meaning canon doesn't always apply. I do not own these characters; all rights go to Arthur Conan Doyle (and since I'm using the versions of characters from BBC Sherlock, I'll also add Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat). Thank you to my mum, who is my beta reader! Updates at least once a week.

The little workers living within clocks. They make sure everyone's on schedule and ready.

Myth and reality are one. Conspiracies, ancient and modern alike, manipulate every aspect of life, every interaction. Everyone lives blind to secret masters and secret dangers, but it's easy when the monsters look human, or worse, are human. In this world, in a nameless American metropolis, Uaine Dupree leads a desultory life as a penniless club promoter on the fringe of an already fringe society. When he receives a mysterious e-mail from a wealthy recluse, Uaine embarks on a nightlong odyssey of horrors, both new and old. [Formerly Wattpad Featured Paranormal Story from November 2016 until July 2017.]

Arlo has a recurring nightmare: the man on the moon is hunting him down. One summer night, he steps into the twilight zone. - To Night is a surrealistic horror anthology of poems that tell the story of an insomniac who finds himself alone in their neighborhood during a blackout.

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.

For the first time in Dale's stale life, he is compelled to live mostly alone in his home during a pandemic. This unfortunately fueled him into boredom and a lost sense of entertainment, and contentment with himself. In order to cope with it, he explored the world around him and did what his mind impulsed him to do so, which he believed was what he was ought to do to mend his dullness of a life. Upon an inevitable event struck him his compassion and hope for his forthcomings, he is unable to bear with it mindly. Thus, resulting into a deeper state of depression and isolation--- he's withdrawn all together from society.

Vignettes, non-sequiturs and reveries from another dimension.

Poema

Harold Bisset is an ordinary man living his ordinary, albeit boring life. Yet when he wakes up in the most peculiar room, Harold must make a rather peculiar choice. Guided by a voice claiming to be his best friend, his worse enemy, his victim and his killer, only one thing is certain: once he walks through that door, he'll never be the same again. Cover art by Lunar.