Mindfuck Stories

He wakes up running. Every time. Genesis Cristobal doesn't know how many times he's died in the same dark alley, how many times he's climbed the same iron fence, or how many times he's watched the people he loves get taken from him. All he knows is that the days keep resetting-and each loop brings him closer to the truth he's been forced to forget. Somewhere in the city, his older sister is still trapped in the hands of a powerful and corrupt system. Somewhere in the repeating days, a familiar stranger keeps finding him and whispering the same words: "Miss na miss kita." To save her, Genesis must survive the loops long enough to remember everything - the cage, the empty bowls, the white car with the plate 18, the friends who didn't make it, and the price someone always has to pay. But the alley is patient. The city is watching. And time is not on his side. Some doors only open if you're willing to leave someone behind. ... Will he break the cycle... or become part of it forever?

Onder het Antarctische ijs wordt iets wakker. Geen wezen. Geen ramp. Iets dat luistert. Wanneer drie onderzoekers dieper afdalen dan ooit tevoren, raken ze verstrikt in een ontdekking die niet te meten, niet te bevatten en niet te stoppen is. Wat ze vinden, is geen vijand - maar het verandert alles wat ze dachten te weten over menselijkheid. Terwijl vreemde patronen de wereld binnensijpelen en mensen onverklaarbare verschijnselen ervaren, groeit het besef dat dit geen einde is. Het is een begin. En sommige mensen zullen erdoor breken. Anderen zullen erdoor worden. The Ether is een verhaal over evolutie, identiteit en de dunne grens tussen wat we zijn... en wat we kunnen worden.

Arnold has accidentally tripped and fallen into an infinite hallway that loops back on itself.

How far would you go? Go to be with the ones you care for, protect them? I dont know what this story is yet, but it definitely keeps me up at nights. Watching, as Zia is torn between her religion, and the one she loves. Jalal, the mystery behind the veil. Why is he here? What does he hope to accomplish? And what does that dark look behind his eyes mean? Walk through the corridors of the mansion, hear the screams of anguish; learn the ways of the munafik, and unite the lovers.

Bei "Mystik Des Verstehens", handelt es sich um den Versuch in die Realität des 21. Jahrhundert zu schlüpfen und Personen in einem Netz aus Lügen und Wahrheiten des Tages und der Nacht ihre eigenen Identitäten mit persönlichen Charismen und Typenwechseln zu verschaffen. Dabei gerät der Leser in Zwiespalte, denn "Realität" und "Gedankenwelt", sind nicht immer Teil des selben Universums... Oder doch? In diesem Buch, versuche ich auf Themen einzugehen, wie das Internet und die sozialen Medien, im Zusammenspiel mit Alltagsbanalitäten wie Liebe und Wahnsinn. Nebenbei beziehe ich mich oberflächlich auf Kritikpunkte der Gesellschaft. Meine beiden Hauptpersonen teilen z.B. den selben Namen, ohne, dass ich ihnen ein Geschlecht zuweise, um keine Clichés aufzugreifen. Die Frage nach dem oder einem "Warum?", kann und werde ich nicht beantworten, doch ich versuche die Kausalität des Scheins und die "Der Wahrheit", in einem Boot auf den Wellen der Zeit schwimmen zu lassen. Sorry fürs lange Geschwafel, ich wünsche viel Spaß beim Lesen!

Do you expect the world to end? Will humans leave the world to another life form soon? These questions have plagued man since his inception on this planet. Humans have, in every culture, have made predictions of how and when the world will end. We have done this either through religion or just average men or women who say they have the sight to see the future. Do we consider religion false and seers charlatans

a no name teenage boy maybe trying to draw a little bit of attention, but maybe he draws the one we didn't spected.

an empty skull writing about some stuff i can never explain through spoken words, in hopes that somebody (someday) will understand without judgement.

Some personal things that go on in my life, feel free to read but this is just me getting things off my chest.

Welcome to the questionable shorts, one of these will leave a mark of some sort. What? Im a poet and i didn't even know it? Astounding!

Jill and Ithica sitting in a tree ... "We take the same route home, maybe we can walk together one day."

what came first us or them? That's the question certain individuals keep asking themselves. If you really want to know what this rag tag mischief books about then read it. EXCERPT...... Well that's the thing you are all beautiful and yes let them call you freaks who cares it cant hurt if its true. I'm a freak she said, they all stood quite as she looked around at them I'm a freak she repeated once again and I revel in the knowledge that I'm special. For me freak is not an insult its not a dirty word its exactly what I am! its exact definition is what I am, peculiar, weird, abnormal, strange, unusual, exotic, unworldly, extraordinary, exceptional, special, rare, vibrant, unique. These are all words I'm proud of! fuck all the people who say there "normal". Normal to me is boring, lagging, customary, common, typical, there blah. Normalcy for one is not normalcy for another its "freak". Normal IS weird, uncommon, strange and that's what I find so beautiful. truly nothing in this world is normal its freak. someone is always someone else's weirdo! So who cares I'm a freak and I see nothing wrong with that. So insult me all you want. I don't get bothered or sad, cause true sadness is the worlds and how judgmental it is, actually ex that its not the world its humanity and all there ideals, of morals, of normality, normalcy and acceptability. She watched somberly as her words reached something deeper with in them. While her sentinels and consorts smiled as the words penetrated and sank in.

all those who live by the sword, die by the sword. it's a crime, and an awful one at that, but a world as large, as complex, and with as many individuals and species as our planet has, the good of some will inevitably occur at the expense of others. when yue andris is contracted to Vienna Dock because of his unique circumstances, he gets not only more than what he bargained for but a glimpse into the inner workings of the planet, and perhaps what is inside all of us. cover art + story are mine.

bir tiyatro oyununda karşılaşılan kız. bir arayış. yoklayış. yok oluş. buradan sonrasında hangi kuyunun sonu, kaçıncı kapının ardı gizli?

Maybe life is meant to be a straight path, we are born we grow, we fall in love, have babies and watch them go through the circle of life. That's what everyone wants right? The most ideal life ever. The one that people get after lots of difficulty, but there must be something about it that everyone seems to love. Is that what happens tho? Not really. But let's get into why you should read this book now that you have a very broad idea on what might happen. *** "You know I will always love you right, Jason?" She said as she lay naked on my chest. "Of course darling, but let's not talk about love." I replied knowing true love doesn't exist. She suddenly turned to look at the window and I realised it was past midnight. The lights are off. Why are they off? I could feel my heart rate increasing. She looked at me and smiled.

"Maybe life isn't for everyone, Josh."

A short mind-fuck story to crack your brain on...

The story of a composition

The peak of Mount Xeravia has captivated many mountain climbers for decades but only 3 people had ever survived the treacherous climb and lived to tell the tale. Bradley hopes to become the 4th person. He starts his climb, prepared for a difficult but normal mountain climb unaware of the paranormal, psychological journey that awaits him.

hello! i wrote this story