Absurd Stories

In the Kingdom of Inspection, beauty is a national weapon. Lord Mansan, the Crown's most handsome asset, leads the Imperial Funeral Knights - serving as the king's eyes to wipe out corruption. The king believes that beauty is the most expesive bait to lure and trap sinners. After all, when Lord Mansan's eyes meet yours... the next sound you hear might be a funeral march.

„Pamiętnik Pająka" to mroczny, intymny dziennik pisany z perspektywy obserwatora żyjącego na granicy snu i jawy. Każdy wpis to krótka historia splatająca codzienność z symboliką, niepokojem i czułą brutalnością myśli. To opowieść o wrażliwości, pamięci i chaosie ukrytym w drobnych momentach - czytana jak sieć: fragment po fragmencie, ale najlepiej działa, gdy wpadniesz w całość.

Two years. That's how long Raj had been jobless since he graduated from university, and it had been slowly devouring him - inside and out. So when a job from out of town lands at his feet, he jumps at the chance and never looks back. Leaving behind everything he knew to be someone, finally! But that future comes with a steep, steep price... The people and the town range from quirky to strange! A small price to pay for being self-sufficient... right?

Follow along with Finnigan on his unbelievable adventures within the Kingdom of Delrah. The young man is just trying to get used to his new job apprenticing under a famous blacksmith in the Colossal Castle. Little did he realize the journey would be quite fantastic. Along the way he meets the strongest man in the kingdom, a very nosy princess, a man that calls himself Foodis, and many more interesting fellows. It's quite unbelievable, but Finnigan gets wrapped up in the corrupt shenanigans of the foreign Prince Aggravant with mysterious evil plans. This lowly, young blacksmith must thwart the evils taking place in the kingdom. Daring sword fights, cunning dragons, witches with impossibly shiny teeth are all included in these tales, so beware.

"Spider's Diary" is a dark, intimate journal written from the perspective of an observer living on the edge between sleep and wakefulness. Each entry is a short story weaving everyday life with symbolism, unease, and the tender brutality of thought. It is a tale of sensitivity, memory, and chaos hidden in small moments - read like a web: piece by piece, yet most powerful when you fall into the whole.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Elarindale International Institution sits in the middle of Nebraska's cornfields-because apparently the most secretive, prestigious British academy in the world decided the American Midwest was the perfect hiding place. Founded in 1911 by the notoriously eccentric aristocrat Winifred Thistlewhack (who may or may not still be alive), Elarindale is a sprawling Gothic castle where students take courses like Interdimensional Ethics, Parachute-Free Skydiving, and Advanced Gaslighting (Honors). The campus has weather-voting privileges, a private underground bullet train, staircases with questionable attitudes, and a cafeteria run by actual butlers. For the brilliant, the strange, and the dangerously curious, it's the school of a lifetime. For Caleb Brooks, it's something else entirely. Twelve years old and painfully normal, Caleb comes from a quiet public school and a life built on routines he understands. When he's suddenly invited into Elarindale's chaotic world of geniuses, impossible classes, and students who seem far more extraordinary than he feels, he's forced to face a question far bigger than any exam: What if normal isn't enough? Caught between the comfort of the life he knows and the terrifying possibilities of the one he doesn't, Caleb must figure out who he is-and who he might become-in a place where the rules are strange, the expectations are enormous, and even the staircases might try to eat you. Absurd. Chaotic. Occasionally profound. Welcome to Elarindale. (You may still want to sign a waiver.)

The Archena's Sebuah sekolah berasrama yang dipenuhi kehangatan. Ada begitu banyak kenangan yang sulit dilupakan dari tempat ini-tempat di mana canda, tawa, suka, dan duka bercampur menjadi satu. Archena, sang kepala sekolah sekaligus pemilik Archena's School, bukan hanya sosok pemimpin. Di balik ketegasannya, ia begitu disayangi para siswa. Baginya, asrama bukan sekadar tempat tinggal, melainkan rumah kedua. Para siswa bahkan akrab memanggilnya Buna, karena kehadirannya mampu menggantikan sosok seorang ibu. Di asrama ini, cerita-cerita terukir bukan dengan tinta di atas kertas, melainkan lewat momen-momen kebersamaan. Dari kekacauan kecil di dapur, rebutan teman, hingga keisengan yang bikin geleng kepala-semuanya membentuk warna tersendiri dalam kehidupan mereka. "Bunaaa, Hajel gosongin dapur lagi buunn!" "Yaya juga ikutan, buunn, bukan Hajel doang!" "Bunaaa, Sunoo-nya Vio direbutin Mahesa sama Vanoo buunn!" "Bunaaa, Azzura godain anak kelas sebelah buunn!" "Buunn, Snow manjat pohon kayak monyet!" "Buunn, Chayra dibilang ompong!" "Bunaaa, Diego kemana buun, Zoyya kangen!" "Bunaaa, Nella suka curut buunn!" "Allahuakbar... anak-anak ku..." Begitulah keseharian para penghuni asrama Archena. Mereka tak pernah berhenti menguji kesabaran kepala sekolah yang sekaligus mereka sayangi layaknya seorang bunda. Mau tahu bagaimana serunya tingkah mereka yang di luar nalar? Mari kita intip bersama cerita mereka ☺

a depressed boy gets reincarnated into the world of SKIBIDI TOILET (THIS IS A REPOST OF MY SKIBIDI REBORN NOVEL AND YES I AM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR I LOST MY MAIN ACCOUNT SO I AM USING THIS ACCOUNT INSTEAD!)

Abandoned by the famous novelist who gave birth to her, Evangeline grows up near an abandoned theme park where ballet is taught from the ballroom of a crumbling castle. The teen years of a misunderstood artistic genius are tough. Early experiences quash her dreams of becoming a writer, and she only manages to earn a few crumbs of approval after she pivots to ballet. Too bad they come from her smart-ass competitor, Miskomin. On her rise from mediocrity, Evangeline is thrilled when Magda, the artistic director of a company in need of a sixth dancer, lays claim to the park. But things go awry as Magda attempts to rewrite Evangeline's entire world. To further complicate things, Evangeline's sporadic forays into story writing bring her inner demons to life. Literally. While contending with her monstrous off-spring; navigating an ever-shifting relationship with her frenemy, Miskomin; and adjusting to life under the power of a vampiric task-master, Evangeline gains the self-knowledge and confidence she needs to face the final boss: Herself. Will she learn to look beyond the artist she wants to be and accept the person she is?

Welcome to planet Talvaris, your generic isekai world filled with magic, dragons, and voluptuous female elves who look like they escaped from an illustrators search history. Everything here is as beautiful as the goddess Celes envision it, if you just ignore the slavery and racism on the corner. Unfortunately, maintaining this picturesque fantasy realm costs divine power. Luckily for the goddess, divine power can be charged by the Talvarians' prayer. And nothing beats the high-quality prayer of a Talvarian during the act of killing or being killed. That's why the occasional demon invasions are needed, oh and the OP otherworlder hero is also needed to tone down the invasion. Nobody wants the sweet Talvarians to get wiped out, right? But this time the celestial HR department makes a mistake. Alex Solomon is not a teenager, not handsome, and definitely not a Japanese. He is just a regular pot belly millennials who spend most of his time looking at the screen every day, just like the one who reading this now. Totally doesn't meet the goddess's standards. Hence, the beautiful but angry goddess cursed Alex Solomon to become an orc and banish him to the Demon Kingdom with nothing but a ability to access Earth internet. Stuck among demons, Alex Solomon decide if the goddess wants him to be a monster, he'll be the worst kind possible - a monster with ideas. Armed with memes, wikipedia articles, and misquoted great thinker, he and the demon army set out on a quest for revenge by doing the most disruptive thing that have been proven on earth: Building world peace, freedom, and democracy across Talvaris. One Tomahawk missile at a time. New Chapters every Tuesday & Friday For 30 chapters ahead, you can check at RR For 40 chapters ahead, you can check and support my patreon at patreon.com/Bimbanana

A story about a girl that acts silly and her mother can't stand her behavior.

Something strange is happening... humans are getting more and more upset. Violence is everywhere. People are gathering in the streets, shouting a mysterious name... Something is wrong, but I can't figure out what is... 14 rating

After a tragic carriage accident, Michael has to move in with distant family he's never even met. He carries a dark secret with him, and has sworn to never touch a horse again. The estate breathes wealth, it's so unlike anything he's ever known. However, the stable boy seems different, and Michael can't help but be intrigued... *** Come to life after Awsten and Michael held a Wattpad contest after the release of "give me a break! (feat. Waterparks) - Michael Clifford" Alas, the stars were yet to align, and perfection surpassed the deadline. After gracing the Waterparks stage with its presence (https://youtu.be/OKtXLcLCafA), it is now yours to enjoy and fear. *** Copyright © 2026: wanda and the Girl (and me) Author & Design: Ashton, Emoe, Hannah Revised edition Supernatural Romance ISBN: [redacted] Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters mentioned here. This story was made with the sole purpose of entertainment and mind-expansion.

From trains flying in the sky and bananas drifting in the void, this collection politely crashes into you. Crashing your logic, crashing your sanity, crashing your heart, until those hospital bills get burned. While your wallet goes through therapy, read a little. Read the poems piercing your skin... or else!

A new horror comedy about a vampire knight who forgot he was dead...

I was trying to manually operate a background mechanism, much like forcing myself to fall asleep by aggressively monitoring my own brainwaves. Every concept, thought, idea, or structure arrived charged with terrifying significance, as if it were foundational; and yet none could be held long enough to define. The importance came first, uninvited and unexplained, and the explanation never caught up before the thought slipped out of reach. ​Consider this a review of a quiet catastrophe. Of a year lost to an Ouroboros of anomalous cognition. Writing rules to govern thoughts, and then rules to govern those rules, recursively and endlessly until the simple, organic act of thinking was suffocated by protocols, mandates, and regulations. It wasn't a poetic madness, nor an intellectual tragedy, merely a maladroit attempt at administration. ​I looked at the rest of the world and wondered how they functioned under this weight, watching the ease with which others operate, blissfully free from the crushing dread of manually compiling their own cognitive software. Their minds are comfortably automated; mine was locked in a manual override I couldn't switch off.

"I got chucked into a world where being naked is a literal felony!" Toma Houku was just an average unemployed guy-until a bizarre phone interview landed him in another world. No armor, no weapons... just a T-shirt with a blonde girl printed on it. Then the girl jumped out of the shirt. She introduced herself as a goddess and immediately recruited Toma as her assistant, dragging him into a high-stakes tournament where knights fight using magical clothing. But Toma's "gear" comes with a serious problem. His T-shirt doesn't just give him power-it strips his enemies completely naked. In a world where nudity is a crime, every fight turns him into a walking disaster. And the more he wins... the more illegal he becomes!

A Collection Of Badly Written Poetry And Fiction Designed To Make You Tear Out Your Eyes And Curse My Name Until The End Of Time...

AOT Parody takes the iconic cast of Attack on Titan and throws them into situations far more ridiculous than any Titan invasion. The Walls still stand. The Scouts are still dramatic. Levi is still short and dangerously competent. But this time, the real threat might be their own personalities. From over-the-top training exercises to absurd mission briefings that make absolutely no sense, the Survey Corps must survive exaggerated rivalries, painfully unnecessary speeches, and the kind of chaos only Eren could accidentally cause. Friendships are tested. Sanity is questioned. And somehow, Levi is still the only adult in the room. No grand conspiracy. No secret masterminds. Just the cast you love... behaving slightly worse than usual. And here's a slightly sharper version with more bite: In AOT Parody, Titans aren't the only problem. Eren's dramatic monologues last too long. Armin overanalyzes everything. Mikasa's loyalty reaches mythic levels. Jean thinks he's the protagonist. And Levi is one inconvenience away from early retirement. This is the world of Attack on Titan turned sideways. The stakes are lower. The chaos is higher. And absolutely nothing goes according to plan. Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial fan work inspired by Attack on Titan. All original characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective creators. This story is created purely for entertainment and parody purposes. Cover artwork was created using digital design tools and AI-assisted software. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by Attack on Titan. I don't own the original series or its characters this is just for fun and not for profit. The cover image was created using digital art and AI tools. This story was developed using the author's original ideas alongside modern creative tools for brainstorming and structural refinement. Visual elements and conceptual design were created with the support of digital creative platforms.