Existentialcrisis Stories

A corridor that eats. A boy who cries for others. A girl made of clocks. Two teenagers wake in a living hallway that feeds on their pain. One feels everything. One feels nothing. Both are breaking. Stitched eyes. Ticking skin. Walls that breathe. Memories that leak. They've met 100,000 times before. They don't remember. They'll meet 100,000 times again. They won't forget. This is not a love story. This is a digestion.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

A young man wakes up to discover he is no longer part of the living world-yet he never truly left it. Trapped between presence and absence, Alfred becomes a silent observer of time, watching his family move on, disappear, and be replaced while he remains fixed in a forgotten room that slowly erases itself. As years pass without mercy, reality begins to fracture, and the line between existence and illusion starts to collapse. What remains is a question he cannot escape: Was he ever truly gone... or has he never truly been alive?

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

Dr. Hiroto Ito has a terrifying theory: loneliness is physics, written into the very code of existence. Not psychological. To prove it, he builds a wormhole to the Big Bang. But the chronometric stabilizer is failing, threatening to erase the present. By sheer luck-or is it luck?-he finds a Shingon monk revealing to him the universe's original password, which permits him to travel to the dawn of creation. Ito expects a god. Instead, he finds a suicide note. Now he knows why the cosmos is silent, why we scan the stars and hear nothing. We are not abandoned. We are the reason. And the truth will consume him.

Collection of poems about life

Basically whenever I'm really bored or if I need to rant I write in this and I find it helps. If you want to read it you're welcome to but you might not really find it very interesting! Sapphire Xx

I'm not sure why I'm posting poetry on Wattpad of all places...

This is just a rant thought type thing so yeah

god purposefully scattered the stars on the face of the sky- 'i love freckles', he would say as Life dripped from his lips. Vee knew that the stars were always above her, enveloping her consistently, but the smell of the night was a memory she did not want to cheapen with remembrance. the structure of his lower face, the cleanliness of his fingernails, the freckles on his arms. only god knew this feeling. just a girl with a unique and pretty name going through a massive existential crisis. until she meets a boy, that evokes emotions in her that she was so desperately searching for. will she regret ever getting so close to something so beautiful? how could he let her get so close when he knew all along? will she regret all? or will the night make up for the desolation?

My thoughts on society, the meaning of life, and everything in between. Come and read my explanations/theories for all of the questions that are impossible to correctly answer. Oh, and pointless rants. Edit: this has turned into an update book where i rant about life and talk crap about everything please enjoy Written by @abbiealltimelow

A fragmented mind caught between inertia and ambition, between comfort and guilt. At 24, life feels like an extended retirement, a paradox of craving greatness while expecting nothing.

I wrote this for English class, and I think it turned out pretty well.

Literally what the title says. Dan's thoughts about life, suicide and who would care.

Ria has always felt it-that strange, unexplainable emptiness, like missing someone she never even had. She's never been in love, never had a "what if" to hold on to, yet there's a lingering ache, a longing for a connection she can't name. Then she meets Kenji-a guy who feels too familiar, too right, like he was meant to be part of her life all along. They click instantly, sharing late-night talks and stolen moments that feel like magic. But there's one problem-Kenji isn't real. He exists only in her dreams. As reality and fantasy blur, Ria is forced to ask herself: Is love about finding the right person, or just filling the void? If a love so perfect only exists in her mind, does that make it any less real? And in the end, is she holding on to something true... or to nothing at all? "Sa'yo Ba o sa Wala?" - A story about love, longing, and the thin line between dreams and reality.

Boscha had always been good at noticing things about others. She had a bit of trouble noticing things about herself, though. Part 1 of A Broken Frame series

Into the FRAGMENTED world the reality begins to shape

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just me asking myself a lot of weird question without answers...?

Sometimes feelings and thoughts are hard to express. That's when poems come in handy, because they don't have to make perfect sense to feel right and to let everything out. So, that's basically what this book is about, a collection of random thoughts. Enjoy!