Surrealism Stories

The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

His name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a very strange hand of fate causes him to begin thinking about his own beloved lifestyle. One of power, authority, and great riches. A written diary on the interesting tale of Mr. Thaddeus. Copyright ©️ 2024 Book only on Wattpad. If anywhere else it's stolen.

In a somber dream, oneiric and pretentious, as time passes within the soul's sketch... Heavy eyes and frozen tendons are the sensations of our unwelcome guest, Marfena, who stands upon a balcony facing an obsolete landscape-a shallow vista with the vast expanse of an apocalyptic vision, featuring only cracked earth and withered trees embraced by a confused, I dare say even conscious, mist. Sheltering behind him is an unknown room with familiar details, revealing a form contorted in stained sheets and moans, beside a somewhat 'sharp' woman who revels in the scene with a detached sadism. All immersed in the ruin of a once-inhabited apartment, condemned to the claustrophobia of colloidal vapors that shroud seven spans of distance from curious eyes amidst fallen buildings and decayed lamps-a true portrait of a journey.

Morta, eldest daughter of the Duke of Fate, has a dreadful, thankless job. She splits hairs, cuts seams, and trims tapestries, severing the threads of destiny with a knife sheathed in her throat, quoth the raven inscribed upon the hilt. Cardiac hemorrhaging, acute acidosis, and a loose lateral bypass-she doesn't get to choose how people die, only that they must. Adrift in the wreckage of a white-star ocean liner moments after impact, Morta carries out her grim duty, despised by those she serves. But adoration was never something she craved. Her younger sisters, Decima, the serpentine princess of love, litany, and life, and Nona, the half-blooded heiress of fertility and pain, are her only tether to tenderness. Morta adores them both, though after a botched corneal transplant, she no longer quite sees eye to eye with them. She teases Nona, the halfbreed, who bleeds at a pinprick. But when Nona suffers a devastating injury, Morta faces an impossible question: can a deity die, and if so, will she be the one to cut the cord?

To be understood is a love language that calls to us throughout space and time.

Everyday life, the past and its relics called memories Surrealism of what we remember and how we feel Start 20.10.22

"In a world where reality frays at the edges, a masked boy slips into his imagination. Church organs play backwards, toys are carved from knives, and a new phobia - anthroclaoustrophobia, the fear of soulveil - takes root. With only two characters, this surreal horror explores queerness, identity, and the fragile line between memory and madness. Inspired by haunting music but wholly original, this story blurs the boundary between nightmare and dream, inviting readers into a faded, eerie world where nothing is certain and everything is unsettling."

Contos tão curtos quando a nossa paciência. Quase surrealista, mas com críticas concretas. Para emocionar-se em pouco tempo. São quase como uma dose minúscula de absinto que o faz passar mal a tarde toda.

"On giving the poster closer inspection, the Frankenstein's monster turned out to be a ghost and the flier was advertising a séance, held by one Mama Colgate Hummer III. Now, Muriel found herself one of about twenty pensioners sitting in the hall." And so begins the story of Muriel Swann: widow, general grump and now reluctant communicator with 'the other side.' In a twist of fate, strange messages start to appear on Murielʼs deceased husband's mobile phone. Refusing to believe that they are anything other than hoaxes or scrambled messages left over from Fredʼs philandering, Muriel tries to put the 'Church Hall episode' behind her. Sadly Murielʼs closest pal, Ethel Williams, sees a business opportunity like no other. She realises that her friend has a phone that is connected to the dead and so Muriel is destined to become the ʻMobile Clairvoyant,ʼ embarking on a journey that turns her, "Twilight years into the bloody Twilight Zone." Muriel, Ethel and their seemingly omnipotent accomplice Mrs Gronk, take on the world - from becoming household names, to assisting the police in the search for a missing socialite, doing readings for A-list Hollywood celebrities and everything in between.

What if your second chance came with a twist you never saw coming? Terrchel was never meant to be human. But fate has a strange sense of humor. Thrown from the forgotten corners of existence into a world that feels both like a dream and a memory, Terrchel wakes up in a body that doesn't feel like his own. Everything is strange too loud, too bright, too real. And then there's her..the woman with crimson red hair who always seems one step ahead, watching him with eyes that know too much. "Where am I? Why me? And how do I carry a destiny I never asked for?" This is a story about second chances, about finding meaning in chaos, and about learning that sometimes the greatest treasures are hidden in the places we least expect. It's about feeling lost, misunderstood, and still choosing to rise. With heart, humor, and a touch of the absurd, Arcadia invites you into a world where the past whispers, the future calls, and the present demands everything you've got. If you've ever felt like you don't belong, this novel is for you.

The earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.

Beyond the End is not merely a philosophical concept; it is a complete, rigid system where chaos is governed by a hidden, logical structure. In this world, you will witness how entire histories are shattered, timelines collapse, and plot-narrative manipulations are deployed, challenging the very notion of existence. Prepare to see the fundamental laws of being warped and broken, revealing the terrifying truth that lies just beyond our comprehension.

Arte

Poems about love and other indecencies, delicacies

Better read with an open mind. Best read with an empty mind. A Spiritual Text and Testament Artwork by the Author

I'M GONNA ANGER THE OLD RELIGION (hands that slaughtered sacrificial lambs--adorned with a black watch with hands that ticked different from the calculations madman made for the humankind) . i'm too tired to function, so i wrote this instead poetry/proses with plot . me, after disappearing for 5 months without news : hi me : here's a bunch of weird unsettling stories me : eventhough it's past halloween but oh well- me : have fun

Un hombre perdido en la nada, con un poco de harina.