Autofiction Stories

"In the infinite echo of your presence, each encounter remains a dawn, igniting anew the volatile chemistry that binds us. Yet, a relentless world conspires to seve...

Je n'ai peut-être pas fini mon premier livre, mais il est pressant de vous raconter mon été. Comme d'habitude, j'ai tout fait chier... Mais pas partout.

That's the thing about this city: you come here thinking you'll be among the rich and famous, but mostly you run into guys like Steve.

Fra has always struggled with his identity, the contradictions of the human mind, extentialism, authoritative figures and relationships. He slowly begins to dig through...

Hi :) You are falling in a world that is not yours, don't torture your brain if it's meaningless, because maybe that's the whole point. Poetically write autofiction, k...

Fragments of inner life turned into something that walks and breathes in the quiet corners of someone else's memory.

Tribulations psychiques d'une jeune femme dans le flou. Plume qui glisse au fil des pensées, la thérapie par la plume.

Lyra, a girl of 19 is a thriving student studying Nursing. She finds herself drawn to an old friend, little does she know that he and his family are going to turn her wo...

The winter holidays came, and I was lying in bed, reflecting on my failures and believing that everyone was achieving something except me. Having read Christmas stories...

Trapped in the ruins of a dying mall, Virat lights his last cigarette. With each inhale, time bends, pulling him back into the echoes of his past. Regrets, choices, and...

One installment in a series that I'm writing about what shaped my Father. Thought we grew up just miles apart, he grew up very different than I did. Somehow, through the...

Locked in a room with no way out, a little girl cries for help.

Les "bouffées de bonheur" dont certains parents prétendent être envahis à la simple évocation de leur progéniture vous semblent plus que suspectes.

The tale of a slime man, from when he considered himself a human until the day he hopefully regains his sanity.

" Qui étions nous ?" Une question que je me suis toujours demandé.

A micro Autofiction that explores the fragile intersection of identity, self-worth, and digital performance.

Préface Il y a des histoires qu'on ne raconte pas pour se faire entendre, mais pour se libérer. Des histoires qu'on garde en soi comme un feu sous la peau. Elles brûlent...

En autofiktiv fortælling om en ung piges turbulent barndom og opvækst.

A young boy has his life changed forever when an unexpected event rocks a community.

Let me tell you all about the only one I've ever loved. His name is not important. In fact, I spent years refusing to say his name. To do so meant to give a realness to...