Surrealismo Histoires

Balance, the silent hinge where opposites turn into one another. Part 1: Fragments Part 2: Illuminated

Have you ever wanted to escape reality? Is the real world too much to handle? Maybe you should relax and dream a little dream..

Note: This is my first Owl City fan fiction. I hope you will enjoy reading it. P. S I kinda made a few expressions to avoid swear words. Also sorry for the wrong grammar. [HIATUS] ******************** I'm Allison Williams. Moving in to a different country has been hard for me. Leaving my hometown in Australia. What if people there will never like me? What if I will never have any friends? But it wasn't really that I've expected. There someone who will be one. A boy who will be my friend. My only friend. As our friendship is still strong, will I confess my love to him over these years?

Hello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form slide to slide in a haphazard manner. It may be spiritual, motivational, romance and so on. Hence, a collection of 'scattered' feelings. It is not completed yet, but I give you my word, I'll be updating it from time to time. Moreover, I do not intend to interpret my poetry, it is up to the readers to suggest. Transcendence' is a collection of poem works and they are authentic, and not a copy from any source. Regards, Himadri Chekanidhara

Small town USA Silverkey Crossing is quiet and peaceful if you don't look too closely. You won't notice how... off... some of the residents seem. You won't know who's missing. And when I say missing, I mean they just vanished. You won't hear the stories about how they vanished. Some of them are funny. Some aren't. Some are just downright strange. Most of them are short. Yep. Short stories. Silver has a whole collection of them. Pity the man, woman or child that searches them out...

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.

What is the border between signifier and meaning? What form can poetry take? I try, in these poems, to push the idea that you can go beyond the common use of the words. With the introduction of new technology, the rules of writing change by bringing innovation to the language. [The cover of this poetry collection is my work] Qual è il confine tra significante e significato? Quale forma può assumere la poesia? Con questa raccolta provo a portare avanti l'idea che si possa andare oltre l'uso comune delle parole. Con l'introduzione di nuove tecnologie le regole della scrittura cambiano portando innovazione nel linguaggio poetico. [La copertina della raccolta è un mio prodotto]

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.]

Genre: Fantasy Surrealism. Tales of the Realm Book 1. Two children share memories of their lives, and in doing so open the door to a dark but beautiful realm. In this land imagination becomes reality, dreams become possibilities, and the dark recesses of their souls become the most frightening of enemies. Three stories spanning more than thirty years, Tales of The Realm follows the journey of two kindred spirits, as they attempt to understand one another without losing themselves. Naoko art by Kami - https://k-areo.carbonmade.com/ https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/kami/ https://twitter.com/karekareo

[Read the full story at novelconbini.com!] Singapore, 21st Century. Clyde breaks up with his clingy girlfriend by kissing a random girl sitting under the rowan tree at the school's back gate to infuriate her. What he doesn't know, is that this girl is even more annoying than the previous one. His straightforward JC life is overturned and everything goes wrong-like he's crossed over to another world or something. After all, rowan trees don't grow in Singapore.

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?

A collection of poems written by me, not too sure where this project is headed but hopefully that "feeling" will pour over soon and I'll know that I have completed my first collection. Enjoy!

(100 themes challenge) short musings and poetic rambles, with no story in particular to tie them together. topics provided by amika-sterling of deviantart.

I, Eden, am a freelance writer. Some say it's good. Let's see if you'll love my little stories too. Also, the my writings may or may have not been rushed during school. They're completely "professional". So please enjoy these creative short stories because I find making these fun and I hope that y'all can fuel some stories too. If you want, you can submit some topics for me to write. I'll write anything from controversial to some basic descriptions to the fullest. Throw the challenge at me. Feel free to contact me through... Email: novaace0903@gmail.com TikTok: @h31ena Instagram: hellcatamazon Snap: hellcat-amazon

In the labyrinthine streets of a city teeming with secrets, Detective L encounters a mysterious figure who seems to hold the keys to the unknown. As they delve into the shadows of reality, L is drawn into a world where the lines between the seen and the unseen blur, and the threads of fate weave an intricate tapestry of truth and illusion. From the haunting echoes of a hospital room to the static between souls, L and his enigmatic guide navigate a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment. Each chapter unveils a new layer of the mystery, revealing the profound connections that bind us all and the patterns that shape our destinies. As L unravels the riddles of the past and the prophecies of the future, he grapples with the weight of names and the inevitability of change. The apple falls, but does it ever hit the ground? In a world where nothing is as it seems, L must trust in the journey, embrace the static, and follow the threads that lead to the ultimate truth. The Apple Doesn't Fall is a mesmerizing exploration of fate, perception, and the unseen forces that guide our lives. It is a story of one man's quest to understand the grand design and his place within it, a tale that will leave you questioning the very nature of reality and the power of the human spirit.

Inmediatamente había pensando en reflexionar un poco, en soñar y entre palabras, hundirte y acabar en la nada, totalmente perdida como si todo aquello a lo que alguna vez amaste se perdía con tal rapidez que ni tu corazón podía sentir la dura apuñalada de toda tu realidad desvaneciéndose en la nada y ver entre lágrimas que todo ya no tiene sentido. Eso tal vez le pasó a Alejandra, tan blanca como la porcelana, que, en su afán de conseguirlo todo, todo lo perdió.

Short messages for my lover made from random red or pink words that come my way.

historias cortas que tienen significados distintos pero mentes iguales para crear esta historia tuve que observar a mis compañeros y ver sus distintos ideales de la vida