Surrealism Stories

Dreams were supposed to end when you wake up. But hers didn't. She always knew it wasn't just a nightmare. Because if it was... why didn't it leave her alone in the ocean?

A Siamese cat and a glowing convenience store form the anchor to a magical, retro-lit reality, offering patrons the chance to rewrite their lives. Stepping into the neon hum, they are pulled from the mundane and given the opportunity to heal and reclaim the past.

I don't always notice when things stop being real. Sometimes it's small things. A place that feels slightly wrong. A moment that doesn't match what I remember. A thought I'm sure I never had... until I did. And sometimes it's worse. Because there are moments I can't tell if I'm remembering my life or building it while I'm inside it. Vanya keeps moving forward, trying to make sense of what's happening around her. But the world doesn't stay still long enough to explain itself. And something...always just out of reach...feels like it already knows her better than she knows herself. ✨ SEASON ONE: I WAKE UP WHEN I ALMOST DIED

© Copyright by Ibrahim Ahmad (Ibrahimverse) All rights reserved. "Borrowed Personality" is an original fictional work written by Ibrahim Ahmad under the name Ibrahimverse. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, translated, reposted, adapted, or redistributed in any form without written permission from the author. "Borrowed Personality" is a psychological surreal horror story about identity loss, artistic obsession, creative insecurity, and the fear of slowly becoming a copy of someone else.

Centenas de refugiados embarcam em um jato comercial acreditando que deixaram um país em guerra para trás. O que encontram acima das nuvens, porém, é algo muito pior do que fome, violência ou morte. Conforme o voo avança, os passageiros começam a perceber que a aeronave não está apenas transportando pessoas - ela está absorvendo culpa, medo e sofrimento como se estivesse viva. Corpos aparecem mutilados. A realidade se altera, mas a cabine permanece hermética. E cada hora no ar parece deformar a própria sanidade das pessoas a bordo. Agora, presos em um voo que talvez nunca pouse, homens e mulheres descobrem uma verdade aterradora: algumas misérias não querem acabar. Elas apenas querem companhia.

"The first time you came here, you called it a dream. This time, you'll call it home." Adrian Kairo is a creature of habit: college classes, the steady hum of a ceiling fan, and the cold Portland rain. But reality is starting to fray at the edges. It starts with a flickering light. Then, a hallway that shouldn't exist; a yellow-lit, liminal labyrinth that pulses like a dying heartbeat. Each door leads deeper into a distorted version of his own life, and at the end of every corridor stands Cillian Virex. Cillian is calm. Cillian is familiar. Cillian is a man Adrian has never met, yet his soul recognizes him with a terrifying, bone-deep certainty. As the levels of the hallway shift from dreams to memories and into something far more dangerous, Adrian must face the fragments of himself he tried to bury. In a place where logic is an architect and silence is a weapon, Adrian is about to learn that forgetting was the only thing keeping him safe. Step into the hallway. Just remember: once you start walking, the exit is the first thing to disappear.

Unreality is a mysterious phenomenon that appears to take place when mentally unstable individuals project the contents of their subconscious onto reality, distorting the very fabric of space and transforming the surrounding environment into a perilous mindscape which reflects their innermost thoughts and feelings. An organization was created to deal with such incidents, and Virgil is one of its agents. He keeps a carefully cultivated solitary lifestyle, but his self-inflicted isolation is challenged when he meets Ariadne, a girl coping with sorrow and grief after the loss of her twin brother. The two begin to form a bond, but as Virgil comes across more and more cases of unreality, his own psyche starts to unravel, forcing him to confront his own mental scars and deep-seated feelings of alienation.

A hypnotic journey into a 50s' like parallel universe with a group of artists that want to escape from the tyranny of a not-so-earthly dictator all put up into a sarcastic helter skelter full of plot twists.

What does it mean to be forgotten? What does it mean to travel between the borders of reality and the ones of obsession? Can you tell the difference between life, death, and dream? Your eyes grow heavy at the booth of a diner attached to a truck stop. Where your mind merges with the consciousness of others. A dancing silver image beckons you across the street, and enter her waters.

Stop the ringing

What follows here is an anthology of poetry spanning a major transitional period of my life, beginning with the first one I wrote. From casual observations, to heartfelt love poems, to the depths of my journey with depression, my internal struggles with religion, and settling into my exploration of surrealism and aesthetic, this is what I have to offer of my soul. // Oh to be an atom, beholden to it all, I hope you find something in my writing, and godspeed in your journey through the stars. // Cheers and a thousand blessings, Michayla [trigger warning: brief references to suicide/self harm in "Musings Of A Caged Bird"]

A series of ultra-short stories that explore the hidden unease behind ordinary life-touching on solitude, internal conflict, and the surreal feeling of being out of place. Each story is designed to leave a faint scratch on the reader's heart. Written by Japanese author Ryukai Okabe, the collection carries a modern atmosphere that resonates especially with younger generations.

Short messages for my lover made from random red or pink words that come my way.

A young man plagued by loneliness, encounters an unusual entity on a deserted street. The line between reality and fantasy grows murky as his world is quickly consumed by a dark force living on the edge of his illusions.

Laura just wanted to know the time. The wrong question, asked to the wrong person, at the wrong moment - and the world never quite came back. Now the clock reads 00:00. The neighbor waters flowers with a dry hose. And the voice echoing in her head isn't only hers anymore. The Endless Cycle is a quiet descent into a fragmenting mind - one that isn't sure it wants to be put back together.

[a cpn/novel] in a town small enough to remember every face, spring arrives like a quiet confession. the air softens first, carrying the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms that bloom along narrow streets and crooked sidewalks. petals drift lazily, collecting in corners, on parked cars, in the still water of a winding creek that cuts through the heart of everything. by evening, the sky melts into shades of rose and gold, and for a fleeting moment, the entire town glows-washed in a delicate pink that feels almost unreal. it's the kind of place where time slows without asking, where memories linger in the spaces between trees and telephone lines. the creek reflects the sky so clearly it looks like the water itself has turned pink, as if the town is quietly bleeding its own stories into it. people say nothing ever really changes here-but in spring, something always does. beneath the blossoms, beneath the soft light and gentle warmth, something stirs. old feelings resurface, secrets rise like ripples, and the past begins to blur with the present. in a town that seems frozen in beauty, the truth moves quietly-like water, like petals, like the slow turning of a season that refuses to stay still. and once it begins, nothing stays untouched.

a little book of lonely extracts ~

What happens when reality surrenders and time itself rots away? A group of survivors from different eras awakens at The Farm-a place where the rules are dead and memory is the only currency. Here, the path isn't walked; it is compiled. PANDEMONIUM is the testament that trauma isn't meant to be worshiped, but transmuted into a broken world that the system cannot detect. Written under the logic of code and the pulse of the Grimdark.

Historia de la muerte de un gran amigo narrada desde el surrealismo del inconsciente.