Surrealista Stories

Hello folks! Here is another short story collection, full of new stories, fresh from my own overactive imagination! Enjoy some absurd humor, with characters acting unhinged and having a deadpan lifestyle! The fictional realm isn't a place where normalcy exists! Warning! Read at your own risk! 👀👀👀

Усім привіт! Я Влад, мені 16. Вперше публікую вірші, в основному на англійській, від буденного до сюрреалістичного. Також буду сюди інколи публікувати якісь короткі та довгі історії, а також прозу, на українській

ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ʟᴇʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏɴɪɴ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴇʀ, ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ.

Between timelines and memories, she painted her feet with crimson alta, footprints that remain, even as everything else fades...

Amare has always felt that something is wrong with reality. As a child, he collects metal LEGO, writes strange stories, and begins to hear a voice he cannot explain.
After encountering a mysterious forest spirit, the boundary between imagination and reality starts to disappear. Amare sees possible versions of his own future, meets people who are searching for answers of their own, and discovers the diary of a girl who left behind a series of mysterious symbols.
He writes those symbols into his book, unaware that the things he writes will one day begin to strangely mirror the world around him.
Stories within stories slowly come together into something larger - a reflection on memory, fear, loneliness, faith, and humanity's endless need to find meaning where there may be none.
And when the world finally reaches its last day, Amare is left with only one question:
What comes after the end of the world - and what if the end was only the beginning?

DENME UNA VENTANA ABIERTA (metamorfosis desde el lado oscuro de la luna con una ventana al sol) Un escritor perdido en una ciudad sin tiempo, sin colores, sin salida. Un amigo desconocido que aparece y desaparece como un espejismo. Una pregunta que retumba: "¿No viste salir el Sol hoy a través de tu ventana?" Cuando la figura histórica de Sophie Magdalena Scholl -la joven alemana que se atrevió a desafiar al nazismo desde La Rosa Blanca- se le aparece en medio de la noche, el personaje descubre que la Libertad no es solo una palabra más en el diccionario, sino una forma de existir, de respirar, de volar incluso desde la celda más oscura. Entre cafés en blanco y negro, tótems de piedra que guardan sombras del pasado, un trueque de libros con Andrés Caicedo de por medio, y una Remington que espera paciente, este cuento es un viaje kafkiano-surrealista hacia el interior del alma humana. Porque a veces, la única salida es construir una ventana donde nunca la hubo. "Denme una ventana abierta y no importa que me encierren, si por ella puedo sentirme libre." - Sophie Magdalena Scholl

"اليقظة هي الجحيم الذي أُجبر على العيش فيه.. أما الأحلام، فهي موطني الحقيقي." بالنسبة لـ (رين)، الواقع ليس سوى ضجيج مزعج, تنمر في الأروقة، دراسة باهتة، وعالم مادي يفتقر للروح. لكن خلف جدران غرفته المظلمة، وفي اللحظة التي يغمض فيها عينيه، يبدأ عالمه الحقيقي بالتجلي. بموهبة "الحلم الواعي" الفائقة، لم يعد رين مجرد نائم، بل أصبح المسافر الذي كسر شيفرة الواقع. عبر ثغرات الـ "Noclip"، ينزلق من سريره ليجد نفسه في ممرات لا تنتهي من السجاد الرطب، تحت أضواء فلورسنت تئن بطنين كهربائي لا ينقطع.. لقد وصل إلى الباكرومز. ولكن، كلما تعمق في مراحل هذا العالم الغريب - من غابات الـ Dreamcore ذات الألوان الزاهية والمقلقة، إلى المدن المهجورة التي تسكنها ذكريات طفولته المشوهة - يبدأ في فقدان شيء ما. هل هو هوس بالجمال السريالي؟ أم هو فخ ذهبي صممه عقله ليمنعه من العودة للأبد؟ بينما يطارد رين سر "المرحلة النهائية"، يكتشف أن الخروج من الحلم قد يكون أصعب بكثير من الدخول إليه، وأن "الكيانات" التي تسكن تلك الفراغات ليست هي الخطر الأكبر.. بل رغبته هو في البقاء هناك إلى الأبد. لماذا يجب أن تقرأ هذه القصة؟ تجربة بصرية: وصف دقيق ومثير لجماليات الـ Liminal Spaces والـ Backrooms. صراع نفسي عميق: استكشاف لخطورة الهروب من الواقع والإدمان على الأحلا

An Slice of Life that follows Esther, a trans girl living in a false reality that's basically her prison, with made up people including her family and her 'friend', you'll follow Esther trying to make up life, with her new job, family, and running to her loved one, while going to a psychiatrist.

She who daydreams as you unfold her pages, little by little.

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.

You are missing something, if not already noticed I will give you a little hint: It's your identity, your existent, your whole being. Don't believe me? Well, can you remember your name? No, there you have it. But don't worry here have another hint: You can recover it. How you ask? Don't get greedy... It's a sory written with the second person narrator.

Surrealism short

A surrealism short story about a frightening night between a girl and a man amidst a graveyard.

A girl, Ginger Marie Castaneda, suddenly dies. Despite her quick realization of her death, she fails come to terms with the reality of her flaws, which prevents her from moving on from her state of limbo. As a result, she faces a series of surreal and distorted trials that push her to question what she believed about herself and the world around her.

"Long stretches of darkness extend past his view, seemingly endless. His person, shrouded in grayscale, is the only remarkable thing either of them can see. And the air is thick like molasses, almost suffocating in its urgent nature. "But he's fine. He always is." The man awakes in a world filled with Nothing. Nothing to know. Nothing to see. And Nothing to hear, except for the mysterious voice named "( )." He knows it's in his best interest to find a way out--( ) tells him that much--but he hasn't the slightest idea how. Until he comes across a certain Someone Else... With new information and experiences--like 'color,' 'ghosts,' and 'aliens'--sparking new ideas and connections, old purposes inevitably revive. Will the man and Someone Else assert themselves in an unfamiliar world? Or will they fall back into the abyss that ( ) has made its home?

I'm always daydreaming.

To Lie is to know is a short story about Elias, a man whose obsession with paradoxes drives him to madness. As he grapples with the Ship of Theseus and Raven Paradoxes, his grip on reality loosens, forcing him to question his identity and the nature of truth. The story explores the disturbing consequences of seeking answers to life's unresolvable questions.

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Nadie recuerda el primer sonido del universo. Algunos dicen que fue el estallido de una estrella; otros, el suspiro de un dios. Pero cuando el último eco de un mundo se apaga... Nahen despierta. Él viaja entre los silencios del cosmos, tocando un instrumento que traduce el alma de los vivos y el silencio de los muertos. Hasta que encuentra a una niña que canta en un planeta donde todo ha muerto. Su canción cambiará el equilibrio del universo. "Una melodía" es una historia breve de terror cósmico y belleza trágica. Una fábula sobre el eco, el olvido... y la nota que se niega a morir.