Unreality Stories

A small boy, lives in a poor house in the countryside of the United States, he is a trans boy with family problems and absence of parents, bullying at school and unresolved mental problems, he was never able to feel loved, or understand something good in life, but after a while, everything got worse, in fact, he got worse, and feeling home and alone and with no one to accompany him, and discovering this, she also felt that she couldn't cry on her mother's lap, she would always be so busy working, that screaming would be the only thing she would think of, and you have to explain that his transphobic lines hurt him would just be an entrance to a fight, at which he started crying at night, on his pillow under the covers, quiet, so no one would find him, but, he had another world, a world where it didn't look like this one, a strange world he never knew where he came from, a world where he had someone, the tall doctor with blue eyes, folders in hand and snow white skin, black hair and a credential, he was doctor maverick, but everyone called him doctor blue, that man from his other world, or was it just dreams who accompanied him on turbulent nights.

When a girl that's been bullied all of her life comes into Michael's life, what happens? "I've made this horrible mistake, Elisa. From the day I decided to take the money and say those things to you, I knew that I made a mistake. But now, I'm going to fix you, help you." AU; Michael Clifford fan fiction. WARNING: contains mentions of suicide and minor bullying. Sorry, loves. (c) bellaeropastle 2014

This story will follow the events of Transformers Prime mixed in with my Cybertronian OC's and Dragon OC's. I'll try to follow the series as best as I can but lets see where this goes. No, I do not know what I'm doing. I made this story for funzies so don't expect regular updates... Whoops been gone ...and I don't have the same motivation I've had. Hhhhhhhgg.

//AlastorxReader, just and indulgence fic to repent my past cringe.// Your hands entangled in with one other, living in the moment. The lie of a sweet kiss to seal death, it soothed an escape from the true reality. You tailored his suit, knew him by name and face. He knew you as the one who got away and came back to take his heart. ... You made an oath years ago to be a friend to him, just stupid drunk words who didn't know the cruel world that wrote it in stone. Even in death, it never dues you part. ... You make a silly Oath with Alastor. Many years later it comes to bite you as you grew close, but forget this part of yourself as you survival hell and the past.

It's just some poems.

About a girl who needed to get out from reality and on to unreality P. S- I'm using a powerful illustration Japanese Artist :Avogado6 And Manga comics and anime For pictures for this story

Thoughts on the establishment of comic-book culture, and the subsequent taboo against reality in modern urban life, and how cubism, surrealism and Americanism joined forces to spawn this metamorphosis.

Mike always thought his life was normal: work, routine, family. But small details begin to break that normality-lights he never turned on, objects that disappear, things that don't match his memory. At first, he blames stress. But soon the strange events become too frequent... too precise... too unnatural to ignore. Something around him is wrong. Something is watching. Something is waiting. And the cracks in his reality are only getting bigger.

A poem with a glimpse into alcohol withdraw

all covers by me. any ole shit that i think gets put here.

all of the Pokemon creepypastas i wrote from 2019-2020. vary somewhat in length, tone, and quality. all of these are available on the Pokepasta Wiki and my own website, but maybe some people here would be interested in them too? warning for obvious themes of horror and a LOT of unreality, though few of them are gory in any way. includes: - To Meet Again - Cheap Figures - God, Not Another One! - fond forgotten - I Am Your Gift - WHERE THE Pokemon Good Toy Fun Gift Magic HAPPENS ! ! - The Dead and the Damned - Empty Spaces

A wound in reality. A hunter with a blade of absence. A choice that unravels everything. To kill Nex is to unmake the question itself-but what remains when the answer is gone?

Arbitrarily imbedded words (Image is an installment of the "Bird in Space" series of sculptures by Constantin Brâncuși)

(The most ridiculouse thing you will probz ever read.)

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There are places in this world that don't exist on any map. Towns forgotten by time, swallowed by silence, where the past lingers like a shadow just out of reach. Elias never questioned the town he grew up in-never wondered why the streets were always so quiet, why the air felt heavier some days. But the feeling was always there, waiting. It started with whispers-familiar, yet impossible. A signpost that had always been there, yet he had never seen it before. A house that looked the same but felt... wrong. His mother's voice carried warmth, but her words were colder than the wind slipping through the trees. And then there was the dog, the way it stared-silent, unmoving, knowing something he didn't. Reality is a fragile thing, easily bent, easily broken. The night he tried to escape, he learned the truth: some homes are never truly lived in. Some reflections don't belong to you. And once you see what's on the other side-it sees you too.

This is just a random, extremely short short story I wrote as a joke. I guess you could call it a political statement on the absurdity of society or expectations or expectations of society. Read it or don't read it, it's only 700 words or so. If you decide to read it and get some ideas out of it, well good for you! PS. this is not an appropriation of Shakespeare.

TW: bugs, body horror, gross stuff in general, itching, minor religious imagery, unreality Story cover by Antony Micallef this is my first horror story enjoy its super short

we'll see how this ride goes.