Surrealism Stories

In the neon-lit shadows of Amity Park, a new kind of ghost has arrived - not a menace, but a groove. When a mischievous, shapeshifting blob starts wreaking bizarre, hilarious havoc around Casper High, Danny Phantom and his crew scramble to catch it. But when the ghost sheds its gelatinous form to reveal Bop: a wild, charming soul straight out of the psychedelic '60s with a love for laser pizza and breakdancing, things get complicated. Bop isn't just another spook to bust - he's a whirlwind of energy, pulling Danny into a kaleidoscopic dance of friendship, rivalry, and unexpected sparks. Can the Ghost of Groove and the Ghost of Amity Park find harmony in a world where past meets present, beats clash with powers, and the coolest jams aren't just on vinyl - they're alive? Get ready for a supernatural story packed with humor, heart, and the kind of cosmic rhythm that makes you want to dance through the ghostly chaos. Because sometimes, the weirdest ghosts bring the most unexpected magic.

((BE ADVISED: THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT)) ((This is on wattpad as a back up for my google drive file. I don't recommend reading this. This is posted for storage purposes only)) Leaving her legacy on the infamous, dirty handed Brown Bag University, Violet O'Shea is thrust into the life of her disabled cosmology professor, Dr. Maxwell Czechowicz. Alluring and mysterious forever more, he is vulnerable to her, as his body is almost completely paralyzed. Violet's world will revolve around him and all he tries to teach her, finding an intimacy she had never thought possible. Meanwhile, Violet must face the three women that still tantalize his being, and make sense of a mysterious hole in her collage town that is killing everything and everyone she holds dear. As it would turn out, being a woman in love and a man in chains in not of much cosmic significance. ((In the 1st draft process. Inconsistencies and typos are present.))

〉 A NOVEL [Reworked Version] In the present of Wistful Tears, those founding decisions are no longer legends; they are cracks beneath the surface. The pink waters are growing darker, the whispers louder-and your characters are the first to truly question what was promised, and who has been paying the price. This is not a story of grandeur, but of quiet transformation; a story about listening to the land, trusting slow growth, and finding the divine in ordinary things. This is story is a tender, lyrical novel about the quiet art of becoming. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ➮ Shotaruu 🎏 ‹ 2017 - 2025 › ╱╱ Cover by Shotaruu ⃟⿻։ຼ˖۪ ༝

There is another dimension beyond that which is known to fictional characters. A collection of short stories, poems, snippets, vignettes, and everything else that crosses my mind and has no place in my current publications, or is waiting in the wings to find its forever home. Here is either where ideas are born, or where they go to die. We will be cruising at an altitude of morally dubious. The time is lost. The weather is sarcastic with a high chance of misdirection. Please, sit back, fasten your seatbelts, and enjoy the ride. Just know, there will be turbulence, and there is a shortage of chairs.

What if your second chance came with a twist you never saw coming? Terrchel was never meant to be human. But fate has a strange sense of humor. Thrown from the forgotten corners of existence into a world that feels both like a dream and a memory, Terrchel wakes up in a body that doesn't feel like his own. Everything is strange-too loud, too bright, too real. And then there's her-the woman with crimson red hair who always seems one step ahead, watching him with eyes that know too much. Where am I? Why me? And how do I carry a destiny I never asked for? This is a story about second chances, about finding meaning in chaos, and about learning that sometimes the greatest treasures are hidden in the places we least expect. It's about feeling lost, misunderstood, and small-and still choosing to rise. With heart, humor, and a touch of the absurd, Arcadia invites you into a world where the past whispers, the future calls, and the present demands everything you've got. If you've ever felt like you don't belong, this journey is for you.

Mario, Luigi, Toad, and Yoshi find themselves on peculiar islands. They want to get back to the Mushroom Kingdom. However, it's harder than they though it would be. They face issues and darkness, as well as jolly and silly moments. When they reach their goal, they think it's all over. But it's not. Things start to shift and it all ends bad. When you think there's some hope, something major is revealed and you realise maybe nobody's life has meaning. Update: I'm enhancing 'Blods with Blue Beds, Toads with Blue Heads'. You can see what else I wrote! Thank you so much for the support :)

A bundle of short stories that I've written. Revolves on fiction, fairytale, random stories, daily scenes, dark fantasy, and surrealism. In here lies different perspectives, narratives, and circumstances each character has taken ahold on each their path. Certain rules and guidelines on writing are not align as life is unpredictable. [Warning Note: Some stories may contain gruesome themes to some audiences. I put a (🪞) emoji beside the titles of those stories; you may also find a caution in the page where those themes are probable. ] Enjoy reading! (cover art is by @eliienkind on Instagram )

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.

Dedicada todos los que alguna vez han querido cerrarle los ojos para siempre a esa voz que quiebra en oleaje. Cuento que participa en el concurso de "Crisálida" por parte de @TintaRosaEditorial

the supernova in me is bursting [2017]

Read, if you want to enter, the nonsense and disturbed mind, that pessimistic tones and vintage shades, have created, Read.

"their voices are loud, and yet i'm so alone. who'll be there to save these broken butterfly bones?" The queerplatonic adventures of two traumatized musical misfits in a world all-too-similar to our own. Simple enough, right?

They died, thats where the story starts. James and Paige woke up in hospital, they were told their hearts stopped, then started beating again, and they are here to get better. Only at night, they start to see creatures that climb into their beds and whisper in their ear. Strange enough is that they wear each others faces, and parts of themselves they always hoped to hide. Can you really start a heart again, and will it ever beat the same?

Morta, eldest daughter of the Duke of Fate, has a dreadful, thankless job. She splits hairs, cuts seams, and trims tapestries, severing the threads of destiny with a knife sheathed in her throat, quoth the raven inscribed upon the hilt. Cardiac hemorrhaging, acute acidosis, and a loose lateral bypass-she doesn't get to choose how people die, only that they must. Adrift in the wreckage of a white-star ocean liner moments after impact, Morta carries out her grim duty, despised by those she serves. But adoration was never something she craved. Her younger sisters, Decima, the serpentine princess of love, litany, and life, and Nona, the half-blooded heiress of fertility and pain, are her only tether to tenderness. Morta adores them both, though after a botched corneal transplant, she no longer quite sees eye to eye with them. She teases Nona, the halfbreed, who bleeds at a pinprick. But when Nona suffers a devastating injury, Morta faces an impossible question: can a deity die, and if so, will she be the one to cut the cord?

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.

His name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a very strange hand of fate causes him to begin thinking about his own beloved lifestyle. One of power, authority, and great riches. A written diary on the interesting tale of Mr. Thaddeus. Copyright ©️ 2024 Book only on Wattpad. If anywhere else it's stolen.

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"There are snakes in this town, and I'm not just talking about the people." Viperville is an unusual town in many ways. Places have a tendency to disappear and reappear at will, some people live forever, and the mayor has been missing for twelve years. Caia and Zeb, amateur private eyes, make their livings on solving people's odd conundrums. They like to think they've seen it all. When giant, bloodthirsty, human-eating snakes begin to roam the streets of Viperville, Caia and Zeb find themselves far beyond their depth and embroiled in a fight to save their town.