Surrealist Stories

This is book two of the Fractured Forms series. With Malakie now a roaming spirit of pure terror, the world is getting darker. Strange anxieties are sweeping the city, paralyzing people. Lara and another begin their work, seeking out those who are sinking but the mission is dangerous, Lara discovers that those who seek Xo'ria only for personal gain or safety drown faster than anyone else. Meanwhile, a guilt-ridden Robin tries to find his way back to his sister, but the War Horse has marked him, and the shadows are closing in. Lara must decide if she can forgive the brother who left her behind, or if some people are destined to sink.

A corridor that eats. A boy who cries for others. A girl made of clocks. Two teenagers wake in a living hallway that feeds on their pain. One feels everything. One feels nothing. Both are breaking. Stitched eyes. Ticking skin. Walls that breathe. Memories that leak. They've met 100,000 times before. They don't remember. They'll meet 100,000 times again. They won't forget. This is not a love story. This is a digestion.

This gripping psychological mystery novel follows Margaret Stevens, once a celebrated TV star on national talk shows, now a mentor for women seeking new beginnings. When Margaret helps Lindsay Carter, a heartbroken thirty-three-year-old, secure job interviews in Chicago, she could never have imagined the tragedy that would unfold. Rejected from her interviews at Willis Tower and Chase Tower, Lindsay never even made it to her final meeting at the Hancock building. That same day, she vanished without a trace-never returning home. The mystery deepens as the Chicago police launch a formal investigation, but Margaret, overwhelmed by guilt, joins forces with Jack, Lindsay's brother-in-law, to uncover the truth. Set among Chicago's soaring skyscrapers, dizzying express elevators, and breathtaking skyline views, the story twists through a city of shadows and illusions. Mysterious appearances and disappearances unsettle even the most rational minds. Rose Carter, Lindsay's strong-willed mother, burns with anger, blaming Margaret for her daughter's fate. Where is Lindsay? Why does an image of the Titanic loom on the book's cover? In the towering heights of the Hancock building, amid a replica of a Titanic first-class suite on the 90th floor, secrets from another era await. There, a woman dressed as if she stepped from 1912 insists Lindsay has been "reborn" as her niece, Sabrina. As Margaret dives deeper, guided by the strange expertise of Dr. Clopesling in paranormal memory transfer, she faces an impossible question: Has Lindsay crossed into another reality shaped by grief, memory, and destiny? This haunting, atmospheric mystery explores the fragile boundaries between past and present, identity and loss. Prepare to lose yourself in a world where every elevator ride and every floor reached could lead to revelation-or disappearance.

A short story about boy staying in his uncle house. after problem with his uncle, he went to meadow by his trumpet. but as he blow the trumpet, he met stars that talked to him. the stars followed him and the stars invited him to the surrealist, dreamlike world where the labyrinth shouldn't existed. inspiration from J.L Borges, M.C Esher illustration and the owl house character.

Cuál no sería la sorpresa de Carolina al recibir la llamada de su amiga María, la restauradora de arte, avisándole que había encontrado "La mesa herida"... ¡El cuadro desaparecido de Frida Kahlo!

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?

The fanbase of *Oshi no Ko* and its most ridiculous story ever created. The narrative about the reincarnation of Ai Hoshino went awry, as these individuals are facing consequences of being different people. Ai Hoshino, reincarnated as Kuroyukihime, didn't desire to live again. What went wrong?

A man on a bus to a monastery drifts inward and finds himself trapped in a recursive confrontation with meaning, identity, God, and his own mind. What begins as philosophical inquiry collapses into surreal encounters, looping revelations, and terrifying intimacy with a reality that speaks back. Told through an unreliable yet fiercely lucid narrator, this short story explores trauma, self-blame, surrender, and the hunger for coherence in a universe that may be infinite, indifferent, or deeply personal-or all three at once. God appears as voice, stranger, tormentor, teacher, and joke. Logic becomes emotional. Salvation becomes ambiguous. This is not a story about answers. It is a story about what happens when a human mind refuses to stop asking, even when the cost is everything-and what it means to finally recognize oneself as real.

This is a short tale of the necessary choices that we must make in life and how exactly they come to be. In our struggles in life, our minds are conformed to a mundane pattern and react in strange ways when we have to confront what is considered impossible.

A look at wolves and other strange organisms.

There's this cool radical thingy called 'Surrealism Poetry" where you take the first few words of lyrics of a random song you're listening too, and each word is suppose to be the beginning of a each separate line in your poem! According to the rules of surrealism poetry, the title of each poem you make is suppose to be something you ate today. However, for my poems, I added the last two words of my first line, to the title. You can title it any way you want though! I use Surrealism Poetry to boost my creativity, or as a way to express myself or vent, or to make random stories or themes though poems, or just for fun (even tho I suck at poetry and writing in general, its still really fun and cool!❤) You should try it! This is where I will store all the random surrealism poems I've made! They're very fun to make!! 💕

Explore 19 worlds through stories of different genres, where you will encounter a wide variety of uncommon characters that will make you understand human instability and the importance of empathy in a world governed by chaos.

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.

Dos hermanos emprenden un intrépido viaje a Venus. ¿Qué habrá de ser de ellos?

My first in a series of absurdist plays that I am writing; this one would not work well as a play due to its movements, but would do well for reading or a short film. The troglodyte man wanders the land to hate the sun and those who love it.

Poems tug against the leash of the constraints of meaning. Words pull back. Highest ranks, #1 in Surrealism, #1 in Absurdity, #1 in Enlightening, #16 among all Poetry.

Jakieś 10 lat temu narodził się pomysł. Rok temu zdecydowałam podzielić się nim na angielskim. Dzisiaj publikuję to krótkie, jesienne opowiadanie. Proszę o wyrozumiałość. Mój poziom władania językiem angielskim nie jest najlepszy. Robiłam co w mojej mocy, ale mogą pojawić się błędy, które chętnie poprawię jeśli się o nich dowiem. Do tej pory byłam jedynie czytelniczką, teraz chcę iść dalej. Mam nadzieję, że komuś się to spodoba. Życzę wszystkim, którzy tu trafili miłej chwili z lekturą!