Surrealismo 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! ;)

A family from Ohio eats at a diner in New Jersey, and deal with messy cheeseburgers.

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.

In the quiet, strange town of Yukon, Canada, Rose , a young teenager lives an ordinary life until the line between reality and the surreal begins to fracture. What starts as subtle disturbances soon evolve into unexplainable events that haunt her daily existence, making her question the very nature of the world around her. One day, an unknown entity begins to follow her, appearing without warning, distorting her memories and pushing her toward the edge of sanity. Trapped in what feels like a fabricated reality, she becomes obsessed with the idea that she is living inside a matrix she must escape. Trust becomes dangerous; everyone could be part of the illusion. The only people she dares to believe in are her closest friends and family yet even they may not be what they seem. As the entity's presence grows stronger, her grip on reality weakens. Is she truly being hunted, or is her mind creating horrors to protect itself from a deeper truth? With no clear way out, she must confront the most terrifying question of all, if this world is only a dream or a nightmare would she wake up in reality or wake up on her death bed?

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 man takes the title of The Wiggles' "Yummy Yummy" DVD too literally and sues for false advertising. Stupidity ensues. NOTE: This work contains instances of crude/coarse language for comedic effect - reader discretion advised.

Fumika Takahashi is a over-worked twenty year old Japanese woman who dreads of never getting over her fears of her teenage years and not being able to reconnect with her old friend, haikus. As she goes to sleep, she wakes up as a teenager walking in the sky with a wooden floor, and she sees bubbles of her memories. However, she must go and learn through the memories to finish the dream. Not to mention we get to see her poems and haikus in this short short novella. Authors Note: This is my first actual short story I published on Wattpad! Forgive me if the pacing feels off!

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

When the mind turns the world into a technicolor nightmare.. A place where gravity plays cruel jokes and a rain of needles scrapes the skin of the soul. A journey into the mind of a terrified pylon, struggling just to 'stand tall' in a world of deafening chaos. In a world where trees have souls and nightmares take the shape of an old woman, one child's mind creates its own refuge. But can a dream truly save you from the shadows of reality?"

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.

[EDITORS' PICK] Joyce Blackbird is a bored aspiring writer who just entered her adult years. The world around her frustrates her and disrupts her inspiration to write. Chase Journey, musician, is the first person she's interested in. Through the clouds of his constant vaping, he too longs to escape reality. Together, they find a different world where they can go to forget about reality. Or so they think. ~ Featured by: @WattpadExplorer - "Editors' Picks" @NA - "The timelines | General Fiction" © Robert Peterson 2019

An anthology of short stories featuring Akki, Slayer of Nightmares.

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

Tha past will al-ways come a-callin', no man can es-cape that. South-stuck winds ain't change, and longleafs don't sway in the face of some-horror, they seen it all-all 'cause they ain't new to this land. The men that lay 'ere and what beendone c-ain't be chang'd, can't be chang-ed by no one. And so they remain, swelter'd air chokin' ya fast'er en tha fate which 'as risen high a-bove ev'en the high-steeple an promis'd the next fall, so be careful wher-ya tread, old tales don't have no roots 'fer nothin', no, they got roots that send shoots back-up 'cause they ain't ne'ver die, no, they send soft-leaves back up an you best hope you ain't come cross it. All a mans' got-es his wit an past, beyond that faith, an neither ev'r seem too much 'gainst the truth that stays standin' still be-hind 'em.

Winter loves piano, his only problem is he has social anxiety. But when he gets to show the world what he can do, the school gets a visit from a criminal organization called the Red Queen. They shall show Winter a piano stained in red.

A hospital in a farland from an experience i won't name (one shot)

Surrealism is a word that is exaggerated for whatever this is, but it is the closest.

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.

Expansions untouched by time or familiarity-- a world where architecture expands endlessly, burying both memories and a purpose. The narrator stumbles through numerous boundless, otherworldly expanses, their sense of self unraveling with each step. With no clear destination and whispers of evil drawing near, he must navigate a fragile reality where beauty and dread collide. In Threshold, each moment teeters between fleeting solace and creeping terror, as the line between life and something beyond begins to merge.