Surreal Stories

[This story is now FREE] Florette moves to Versailles, only to discover a group of Fae are destroying France. Allying with the battled-scarred Destan, she has to save the kingdom. ***** Florette, a painter's apprentice, is finally welcomed to the palace of Versailles. Ready to work, she notices that several of the courtiers are too beautiful to be human. Soon a battle-scarred warrior, Destan, tells her the truth: a faction of Fae have left the faerie and are slowly destroying the French monarchy. Determined that France must not fall, Florette is forced to use her skill to smuggle messages about the Fae inside her own paintings. Can she trust the rugged warrior at her side? And can Florette save France from creatures beyond mortal control?

There's something in Jhastin's dream, one that feels surreal. ____________ TMI: Inspired by their musics again for more emotional chapters🤟 Soft story. Architecture X Fine Art Student Bulan X Araw Province X City Boy

This is a book containing stories revolving around the world of The Amazing Digital Circus! In this one-shot book, you'll find: 1. Ships 2. Reader inserts 3. Fandom crossovers With all that being said, I hope you enjoy these little scenarios!

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

Why do dreams occur at night? And what do they symbolize? Are they fragments of an existing Multiverse? Or are they just mere creations of our own intense feelings and emotions? The question that even modern science failed to answer. Meet Kaizen Mizuki, an ordinary high schooler living an extraordinary nightmare. By day, he survives classrooms, bullying, and the quiet weight of expectations pressing down on him from every direction. By night, his sleep fractures into something far stranger, dreams that feel too real, spaces that exist between waking and reality, and fears that take shape and speak back. At first, they are only dreams. Then they begin to follow him. As Kaizen drifts through liminal worlds where logic bends and fear becomes tangible, he learns that sleep is not an escape, but a doorway. What begins as psychological horror slowly unfolds into something vast, astral travel, higher dimensions, and cosmic beings that do not hate humanity... yet are willing to erase it without hesitation. While galaxies burn and universes tremble beyond human perception, Kaizen still wakes up for school. He still laughs with friends. He still falls in love. Aoi, a girl who is playful, teasing, and painfully human towards him becomes his anchor to a normal life, even as Kaizen is pulled further away from it. Between awkward lunches, quiet walks, and moments of fragile romance, he carries a truth no one else can see, that reality itself is unstable, and he may be the only one standing between the boundary of existence and collapse. This is a slow burn story, blending slice-of-life warmth with psychological tension, scientific curiosity, and cosmic horror, Liminal Drift is a story about crossing boundaries, between dreams and waking, fear and courage, love and responsibility. Because sometimes, survival isn't just about saving the universe... It's about choosing to face it, even when the cost is everything... - P.S- Images in this story are all AI generated

L thought he had a normal life. Until a series of events starts raising questions that don't seem to have clear answers. What is real? What does it mean to exist? Will he manage to uncover the truth?

Abandoned by the famous novelist who gave birth to her, Evangeline grows up near a disused 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 contemporary dance 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. She must learn to look beyond the artist she wants to be and accept the person she is.

a death machine with a cute name in various worlds of hurt goes on some real wacky and silly adventures!! THIS FANFIC WILL CONTINUE TO GET MORE CHAPTERS AS TIME PROGRESSES. (or at least try to)

The courtyard had been transformed into something beyond the ordinary world-marigold garlands draped from pillar to pillar, their orange and gold catching torchlight in trembling waves. Jasmine strings fell from carved stone archways like white curtains, their fragrance rising with every breath of wind. Diyas lined every surface, burning in their thousands, until the courtyard seemed to float in firelight. She walked slowly. Her feet brushed the flower-strewn path. Her hands hung empty at her sides. The deep red silk of her bridal dress whispered around her, a color meant only for this moment. Drums spoke. Priests chanted. Sacred smoke rose toward a sky heavy with stars. Everything was perfect. And then she reached the mandap. And she saw him. Sharp, handsome, correct in every way-the face of a man from a good family, a name her father would speak of with pride. A stranger. He smiled at her. And she felt nothing. No-worse than nothing. A hollow, closing feeling. Like a door shutting on something still alive. Like a river being asked to stop. The ceremony continued. No one noticed. And beneath it all, one devastating thought rose clear and absolute: This is not him. She woke up, gasping. Darkness pressed around her, the lamps nearly burned out, the jasmine still in the silent air. The dream faded. But the feeling did not. It stayed-quiet, unyielding, impossibly certain. She closed her eyes. Opened them. Still there. She exhaled slowly into the dark and made a decision. She had every reason to let him go. He gave her every reason to stay. And when the truth finally came- would it change everything she thought she knew about them?

In my spare time (when I have spare time...) I make art. To be more specific, I make layered, heavily edited digital collages that collide and swirl images together until the end result is something that looks like it could have come out of a fever dream. Here it is. Dream.

The Custodian focuses on an anthropomorphic, gender-shifting, self-pollinating flower tasked with saving seeds from various endangered regions of The Cog, a dying dreamworld Coty, the custodian of the seeds, answers to no one, and has only their mission on their mind, despite being constantly derailed by Red, the asexual anthropomorphic hummingbird that pesters Coty endlessly. Darker forces are at work, trying to keep The Cog from being saved. Coty must act quickly, and decide who to trust, while keeping their own secrets.

Inside the Brain Theater, every emotion becomes a performance. Shaft grieves beneath the spotlight. Shaun burns through rage. The King rules from a golden balcony. Darnell keeps the entire theater from collapsing. But beneath the stage, something forgotten has begun to wake - and the audience is starting to remember what existed before the show ever began. Every mind has a stage. Not everyone gets to leave.

Kalydoros was never important enough to be remembered by history. A quiet Mediterranean island of harbors, mountain villages, aging hotels, and inherited routines, it survives through tourism, bureaucracy, and the comforting belief that nothing truly changes there anymore. Then, at 3:17 every morning, people begin waking. At first the phenomenon seems harmless. An inconvenience. Another strange story to discuss over coffee before returning to work. But as the weeks pass, citizens begin standing motionless in the streets, staring northward for reasons they cannot explain. Entire districts adapt to events no one understands. Authorities rename what they cannot solve. Institutions reorganize around the abnormal. Life continues. Because life always continues. When Dr. Leandros Sarantis survives an accident that should have killed him, and microbiologist Dr. Irini Delimaris uncovers evidence that the phenomenon may not be natural at all, they find themselves confronting a transformation spreading quietly beneath the island's ordinary routines. Some mysteries arrive with violence. Others arrive politely, become familiar, and wait for society to welcome them. The Borrowed is a psychological mystery and literary dystopian thriller about memory, identity, adaptation, and the terrifying ease with which human beings learn to surrender uncertainty in exchange for direction. New chapters released weekly. © 2026 Samuel Harry Lorian.

"I wish the world will forever remember to ignite the day," she muttered a line from a poem she's obsessed with. You are my world, December. If only I could tell you that and it makes it to the next day, I'd be grateful for the world. But you are my world, and no star can outshine that. "Hey, Rice." December looked at me with her perfect eyes, asking, "What would you do if the world forgets?" . RICE, DECEMBER, REMEMBER Copyright © 2026 by HIDAISHE All rights reserved.

Do you know what a soul is? what is life? tough question isn't it? Ig everybody finds a unique answer to that question. I hope you find yours. This book is a fragment of mine.

Monsters? What are they? Crawlies salivating in Timmy's nightmares? Memories digested through jaws? Or, struggles chiseled into claws and fangs? Let's chomp on it and Slide down the gullet! From a Goblin bashing a game, a Treant addicted to gold, and a moth sinking in flames. Buzz your mandibles. After all, you might discover your monster...

Clouds circle the city. Sometimes they split, sometimes they appear like people , witnesses to a reality that refuses to bend. No one here is chosen. No one saves anyone. And yet the messages keep coming. This is the Ship of 07. Watch. Wait. Decide if you dare to follow.

lmao i hope nobody reads this U have bad luck, get lost in the woods, get kidnapped, and now u live with the gang of freaks. this is ur life now buddy. :p

Her hold on the flute tightened "Don't leave me alone, Krishn"she choked on her own breath.it was so suffocating, she felt her heart going cold. "Radhe its my duty, dear" said he, his situation was the same as hers "You are my strength don't break apart" he said gathering her jasmine scented frame in his mighty arms. "I am your strength" she repeated but her abnormal breathing let that out in a mere whisper. "I love you" she whispered letting her go from his grasp. "I love you more" he said and kissed her hair lingering there for seconds. The he turned placing his first step towards his duty. He never turned back. She smiled pulling the pallu of her saree settling it in its place she said "I AM HIS STRENGTH, I CAN'T FALL APART." We all know how Radha Rani was so precious to krishna. But why Radha is not mentioned in any scriptures related to krishna. this story revolves in the beautiful village of love "Vrindavan". Where krishna was a mere cowboy who was fondly in love with the village leader vrishbhanu's daughter Radha. Started- 8/3/2021 Ongoing... Highest rankings #1radha - 23.5.2021 #1devotion-2.6.2021