Истории Surrealistic

In the quiet, federally-approved suburb of "The Gardens," Eli Peterson's life is a masterclass in predictability. He wears the same khaki uniform, drinks the same instant coffee, and pressure-washes his driveway with a devotion that borders on the religious. In a world of gray-beige houses and identical mailboxes, Eli is safe. Eli is normal. But Jennifer, the woman at 416 Evergreen Lane, is an anomaly. Jennifer is a cartographer of places that don't exist. Armed with a brass theodolite and shimmering parchment, she maps the "Subliminal Sea" and the "City of Forgotten Names" right across Eli's manicured lawn. When the boundary between Eli's mundane reality and Jennifer's impossible territories begins to "glitch," Eli is forced to confront a devastating truth: his perfect life might just be a gilded cage, and the woman he's drawn to might be the very system designed to keep him inside. In a reality where every sunset is programmed and every lawn is a lie, can you ever truly find the edge of the map?

Some frequencies are meant to remain dead air. It is October 1998, and Arlo Banks is suffocating in a purgatory of yellowed plastic, stale marijuana smoke, and the claustrophobic sub-basements of Channel 8. As a night-shift archival assistant and a functional burnout, Arlo escapes his mundane reality by abusing heavy strains of marijuana and diving deep into early internet lore and urban legends. When his passive-aggressive manager writes him up for unauthorized napping, Arlo retaliates by raiding a condemned sub-basement and stealing a sealed box of VHS tapes. He hopes to unearth a profitable piece of lost media to boost his reputation on the message boards. Instead, he brings home a biological puppet. The tapes contain The Happy Hollows, a rumored "Holy Grail" of lost media. But the broadcast does not stay on the screen. The footage begins to mimic Arlo's reality on a delay-a delay that is rapidly shortening. Arlo initially relies on the "Stoner Defense," rationalizing the bizarre events as weed-induced paranoia, hallucinations, or an elaborate prank. But the physical world begins to rot. His environment mutates into a tactile nightmare of "Damp Plush". Glass softens into gelatin , blood thickens into strawberry preserves , and human flesh takes on the texture of distressed velvet. Hunted through infinitely stretching hallways by a towering mascot named Uncle Corduroy and a swarm of Clay-Kin, Arlo must navigate the collapsing boundary between reality and the broadcast. He has to sever the signal before the frequency overtakes him entirely, transforming his own anatomy into polyester stuffing and rusted wire.

Whatever comes to mind

In the dreamscape, death has a bone-chilling permanence and reality's rules bend and twist in a realm of breathtaking magnificence and gut-wrenching uncertainty. Kiyoshi-Kiyo-sees this otherworldly world as more than just a dream; it's a second life, a place where he lives and breathes, only to awaken each morning with his memory erased, the events of the night lost to the void. Kiyo must discover the secrets of the dreamscape before it consumes him completely and makes the escape permanent as the line separating his dreams and reality blurs.

In the shadowy halls of Serenity Psychiatric Hospital, where the sterile smell of antiseptic mingles with the whispers of troubled souls, Emily's reality blurs with the unimaginable. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, she struggles against a relentless tide of darkness that threatens to engulf her. Every night, as the clock strikes two, she is abducted by mysterious beings, drawn into a realm where her deepest fears come alive. Sharing her room is Becca, a mute girl whose silence speaks volumes. She watches helplessly as Emily is pulled from her bed, witnessing the terrifying truth that no one else believes. Trapped in a world where the line between madness and reality is razor-thin, Emily fights to prove her sanity while grappling with the weight of her terrifying experiences. Dr. Langston, the stern psychiatrist, insists that Emily's nightmares are merely symptoms of her illness, prescribing medications to dull her senses and stifle her pleas for help. But as the nightly abductions escalate, Emily's fight for truth becomes a desperate race against time. In a gripping narrative that explores the intersections of mental health and the supernatural, "Abducted in Silence" plunges readers into a harrowing journey through Emily's mind. Can she escape the suffocating confines of her diagnosis, or will she succumb to the very darkness that haunts her? As the stakes rise and the boundaries of reality fray, this chilling tale invites readers to question what is real and what lies beyond-if Emily can survive the night, that is.

Claude es el típico fránces del S.XIX que a cargo de una empresa textil está: una que heredó tras el fallecimiento de su padre, pues él jamás ha sabido vivir por su cuenta; ni preocupado por los demás; ni amado a sí mismo. Lleno de desagradables recuerdos que desde su niñez lo persiguen, deberá dirigirse solo hacia Inglaterra para evitar que su negocio familiar se quiebre: pero dicho viaje no se logra, pues en medio del trayecto un accidente padece. Desafortunadamente, una familia que reside cerca de la tragedia, al inútil adulto deciden cuidar hasta que pueda reprender el viaje: pero este parece alejarse, pues la agradable casa apartada en el campo, en medio de la nada, sumerge en una peculiar realidad a Claude.

Nonsense coming straight from a nonsense mind. Untethered creative flow. Third eye gave away. This will contain opinions that you may not agree with. Please keep that to yourself. This is just poetic expression and madness.

he was crowned with countless stars stolen from the skies by a single sweep of his gold plated wings . freeform poetry / proses with plot au where there are people born with wings and society wants to kill them lgbt+ content, slight nsfw trigger warning : violence, suicidal © greenleaf . i was tired so i wrote this instead of crying myself to sleep

a collection of poems

A sublime confession how love for a man can sometimes be one sided and that in order for it to prosper, one must carry on why thinking of thoughts that will leave an abstract hole between reality and spirituality. How each word spoken are melted plates of gold that will never glaciate, and will only live on as a dream. an abstract longing, incurable and dispiriting. Thinking simply of thoughts, one must weight the heaviness of such emotion amidst the crisis of change.

Cats: A young female protagonist with a taste for conspiracy theories is confused about the appearance of a displaced telepathic, feminist cat called “Mr Kittens” dropping in on her unsuspecting household. A time travel trip 200 million years into the future could be the cause of the upset.

The earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.

When my friend received a postcard in the mail depicting his childhood home he had no idea who had sent it or why. Even stranger was the unknown address scrawled on the back in his own inimitable handwriting. Only one thing was clear. We had to go and find out for ourselves what this was all about. Our innocent little road trip down memory lane soon turned into something quite different, as one mystifying turn after another led us into a tangled knot of confused identities, alternate histories, unfathomable intrigues and sheer bewilderment in this short novel of the truth, the partial truth, and anything but the truth.

[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.

Short Story - Jamie had a normal life-until the storm. When lightning hits, something fractures. His body stays behind... but his mind doesn't. Now he walks invisible staircases. Swims through the sky. Talks to people no one else can see. To the world, Jamie's lost his mind. But he hasn't. He's just no longer in it. In a psychiatric ward where nothing makes sense, Jamie begins to unlock a secret hiding just beneath our reality. One no one wants to believe-until the impossible starts happening on camera. A surreal, gravity-defying psychological sci-fi story about the thin veil between perception and reality.

Una habitación, una oxidada lata de conservas.

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.

Richard Griffin was born in 1857 on New York to a family of English extraction. When he was a child, they moved to a cranberry bog in New Jersey. At the age of sixteen he started work as a clerk in New York City. In his spare time he was involved in amateur theatrical productions, subsequently becoming a professional actor and touring extensively throughout the United States and abroad. He served in the Spanish-American war of 1895. According to his own account, he also served in World War I as an intelligence officer, and arrested a German spy after a punch-up. Before and after this service, he lived in Greenwich Village and other parts of Manhattan, and wrote poetry which he self-published. From internal evidence it seems likely that at some stage he spent time in a mental institution. His date of death is unknown but was subsequent to 1931, the date of his last book. His works have a certain quirky charm which reminds one somewhat of the Dada and Surrealist poetry, and show maybe even closer connections to the movies of the Marx Brothers, W. C. Fields, and the Ring Lardner of nonsense plays like The Tridget of Greva. They have a style and charm of their own which has given him a certain cult following. An acquired taste, maybe -- but one well worth acquiring. The Camel's Last Gasp was his last book; consisting of the title story which is a surrealist novella, and some shorter prose pieces and poems.

A compilation of my nightmares. Written for the purpose of working through my night-time fears. I add only just enough detail to make them flow a little more logically in a story format. However, for the majority, I add no extra detail than what I already witnessed at the time of the nightmare's conception.

A series of poems to describe the surreal environments a derelict soul encounters on its journeys.