Existential Stories

Charlie Morningstar is desperate to get her concept of a hotel that redeems Sinners off the ground. However, that desperation leads her to taking in a small, inky demon hiding a mysterious origin and a terrifying secret. Yet, with a little hope (and a lot of singing), can she prove to both Heaven and Hell that even the soulless deserve a chance for redemption, or will both she and her new friends be pulled down into the inky abyss of madness that haunts her new tenant's every step?

That feeling of profound sense of emptiness. That dillemma inside of you fighting for your life and existence

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

And now, the detail I'm changing - the twist that sparked this alternate story: drum roll, please... (just kidding). Like it or not, I've chosen to change one of the characters in the Losers' Club. The change I'm making is small, but its consequences ripple through the story in unexpected ways. In this version of IT, Eddie Kaspbrak is... well, not quite the Eddie we know. Instead, I introduce another member in the Losers' Club: a young girl named Nicole. Nicole Black is three years younger than the rest of the group. She lives in the shadow of her overprotective mother, who treats her like a fragile treasure, insisting she stay home, monitoring her health obsessively, and "curing" her of illnesses that exist only in her imagination, much like Eddie's experiences in the original story. Her world is one of rules, books, and careful observation rather than traditional childish playdates and mischief. But make no mistake: Nicole is endlessly curious, knowledgeable, and almost frighteningly precise. She has few, if any, friends, and she feels comfortable in her own company - a quiet little freak, fully aware of how dif erent she is. When Pennywise turns his attention to her, she has no choice but to step out of her solitary world. She joins the rest of the Losers' Club, approaching every strange and terrifying encounter with reason, always trying to observe, classify, and understand what she sees. At first, no one takes her seriously, mainly because of her age. Yet, despite her skepticism and scientific lens, the reality of Pennywise - the grotesque, shapeshifting horror that lurks in Derry - cannot be denied. Nicole, just like the rest of the Losers, comes to realize that some things in the world simply cannot be explained. And, gradually, Nicole Black grows into a more and more complex character as the story reveals several dark secrets and twists.

She didn't just survive the disaster- she became it. After fusing with an entire city, Kawaiia turns into something impossible: a living anomaly capable of reshaping reality itself. But power like that doesn't come quietly. As beings known as witches begin to appear-each one embodying absolute concepts like knowledge, severity, and creation-Kawaiia is forced into battles that go far beyond strength. She doesn't destroy her enemies. She understands them. And with every encounter, she changes. But there's a limit. When her power spirals out of control and collapses an entire timeline, Kawaiia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: Infinite power without control doesn't make you a god. It breaks everything. Now, standing at the edge of godhood, she faces a final choice- Rule everything... or remain human. Zero Over Heaven is a long-form, character-driven epic about overwhelming power, emotional truth, and the discipline to choose humanity over divinity. ARC 5: THE WITCH OF KNOWLEDGE IS BEING RELEASED + UPDATED VISUALS ARE ROLLING OUT across August Arc OVA: Discovery Is being Remastered across August aswell as the ongoing Arc 5 releases. Update: WE HIT 300 READS! WOOOO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! Thank you for all the support that comes this way, wouldn't have gotten this far without you I am the author of Zero Over Heaven. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road under the account MaukutheGo@t.

A parallel story set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The plot begins during Satoru Gojo's second year at the Jujutsu Tech sorcery school and unfolds at the margins of the official system. Aika Kurogame is part of an informal network that monitors what the jujutsu hierarchy doesn't want to see: anomalies, misclassified missions, and events that don't align with official reports. While the system maintains visible order, this network operates in silence, connecting people who are trying to understand what lies behind the decisions of the clans and the administration. As small irregularities accumulate - "simple" missions that aren't, sorcerers dispatched without explanation, and presences appearing where they shouldn't - a suspicion emerges that something within the system itself is failing. Among students, unexpected allies, and a network growing in the shadows, the story explores how some try to hold together what is breaking apart while the jujutsu world keeps moving forward as if nothing had happened. Note: This is a sequential work of fanfiction set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The original world and some canon characters belong to Gege Akutami; all other characters and plot elements are original creations. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes.

There are places that exist beyond maps, beyond memory, and beyond explanation. Places that leave no evidence they were ever there. For months, the same dream has haunted him: a blood-red sky, a tree too large to comprehend, and people silently walking toward it. Every morning he wakes with the same uneasiness, convinced it is only a dream. Until the impossible begins following him into the real world. A stranger with his face. A smile that feels disturbingly familiar. And a single sentence that refuses to leave his mind: "The tree is calling." The closer he gets to the truth, the more he loses himself. In the endless pursuit of the truth...what if the only thing he loses is himself?.

An exploration of mortality, isolation, and the weight of unspoken thoughts. A collection of short, free-verse poems collected over the years, capturing the corners of the human mind.

We spend our whole lives begging strangers to handle us with gentle hands. We write grand rules for how we want to be loved, yet we never stop to ask the only thing that actually matters: "When was the last time you were gentle with yourself?" This is not a story about finding your other half. It is a sharp, surgical look at the quiet execution we mistake for romance: the decision to carve away your own landscape just to purchase an hour of quiet in someone else's shadow. Stop starving yourself to feed a stone.

What happens when death doesn't take you... but life doesn't want you either? For six years, a soul has existed in a place that is neither heaven, nor earth, nor hell- just a silent space in between, where time moves... but it doesn't. Every morning, it sits at the edge of the clouds, watching a world that has already moved on. Until one day- someone sees it. A girl who wasn't supposed to be there. A girl who wasn't supposed to see anything at all. A girl who died... just hours ago. Two broken existences. One unfinished place. And a silence that feels heavier than pain. Some stories don't begin with life. They begin after it ends. And some conversations... are just the beginning of remembering everything you tried to forget.

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

After the catastrophe of 20XX, humanity is deemed fundamentally flawed. Seven creators come together to design the Model, an experiment intended to create the ideal human: a being capable of perfect rationality and free from the emotional impulses that have repeatedly led humanity to its own destruction. But as the Model progresses, the boundaries between reason and humanity begin to blur. What begins as an attempt to eliminate human weakness becomes a question of what, exactly, is human weakness and what exactly should we preserve? And beneath that lies the darker question: If you could remove everything that makes humanity flawed, would you still have humanity left?

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

Being alive is not easy. Being a human, much less. The world is confusing, our lives are a mess, and we need some form of guidance. By putting revelations into words, I hope to unpack the mysteries of life and our place in it. Join me on this intrepid adventure to arrive at the "truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth". *updates will occur over time; expect regular updates until finished

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

Arseniy Marinov made a pact with a being beyond reality. It kept him alive. It cost him everything else. Twelve years later, reality is cracking open. Impossible rifts bleed across the sky, and a marginalised people are being blamed for a disaster no one truly understands. At its heart is Hidayat--a privileged boy sheltered by a family that knows the truth: he shouldn't exist. Hidayat knows what he is, even if he doesn't deserve the consequences. The world remains oblivious. Marinov does not. As a healer, Marinov is sworn to protect life. But he lives on borrowed time, bound to carry out an order he cannot refuse: eliminate the boy whose existence is unravelling the world. Exposing the truth would doom Hidayat. Refusing the order would doom Marinov. And every day, the world breaks a little further. [ FIRST STABLE DRAFT ] [ WORD COUNT: 90K ]

When the mysterious SAM JETT goes missing from his downtown Paris apartment in broad daylight, it's up to estranged son, David Drake to piece together the circumstances of a larger than life man's larger-than-life life. All while unravelling the many strands that made him who he became. But is it too late to save him? Or will the timing be perfect as usual for this always-lucky old flyboy? The answer could go all the way down to the Minute-Mark.

© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.

The question for Avi was not whether she could give up her ambitions for Orion, but rather how far could Orion go for someone he knows he can never truly have. Avi, in Orion's little conclusion of her, was always going to belong to herself. That's what made her so bewitching, that's what made her so fragile to hold, and that's what makes Orion hold his breath whenever he's around her that all he could do was admire from a safe distance. Yes he was selfless, most especially to her. Orion wanted nothing more but to linger in the premises that she would allow him to, and he would not demand more, he swore. He swore, he swore. But the measure of his selflessness is not about his obedience to her boundaries, but rather in his acquiescence to let her go. A tale about connection, bargaining, and eventual surrender. Is love worth pursuing in the presence of uncertainty and passionate promises made in the heat of the moment? And most importantly, does it matter how it ends when all you've really lived through was the in-between moments?

Germany, 1937. John Becker is an ordinary office worker whose life is ruled by routine, insomnia, and a quiet loneliness that no one notices. Each morning feels heavier than the last as he struggles beneath the weight of regret, fear, and a world that seems to move forward without him. A chance encounter beside a rain-soaked river introduces him to a mysterious young woman named Priska Adler. Through a series of quiet conversations, shared silences, and moments that blur the line between memory and reality, Becker begins to question everything he believes about loss, hope, and the passage of time. As the seasons change and the shadows of Europe grow longer, Becker must confront not only the ghosts of his past but also the meaning of moving forward in a world where even the rain seems to speak. This story explores loneliness, healing, human connection, and the quiet courage required to keep living when life has forgotten how to be kind.....