Existential Stories

Impetus: The force with which a body is driven or impelled.... Nascar superstar, MIKEY ANGELO suffers a harsh fall from grace after an accident that nearly kills him. But his brush with mortality pales to that of his brush with humility, and worst of all, anonymity as he follows the long road back to the apex of racing glory with an improbable run for the F1 World Championship. START YOUR ENGINES... BUCKLE UP... AND HANG ON TIGHT for this high-octane 'speed-saga' of life, death, love, sex, money, and endurance, all in pulse-pounding pursuit of the ultimate prize - with every delicious reward it contains: Glory. Adulation. Fame... and one more thrilling victory lap in the coolest, fastest car.

In a world frozen solid at −105 °C, humanity was split in two: those who escaped to the orbital cities called NOOS, and those who were left behind in the eternal winter. Lin is one of the forgotten. Seventeen years after the sky tore open and the living ice called Riffenart swallowed the planet Earth, Lin stands on the edge of Tower 47 ready to jump. A blood-soaked hand stops him. A metal box marked "17" is pressed into his palm. Inside: a single ampoule that will rewrite his DNA... and wake something that has been sleeping inside him for seventeen years. Dark Sci-Fi | Psychological Horror | System Apocalypse | Identity Death | Ice Punk New chapter every 3-7 days. Mature - violence, body horror, existential dread.

The book is written in the spirit of Dune, Hyperion, Expansion, Foundation. In a future where androids have found freedom and humanity fears death, three fugitives discover alien artifacts that awaken two hostile gods. Now faith becomes a weapon and reason is a battleground for the fate of the universe.

The sky is never seen the same way again. A colossal alien presence settles over Earth - not as an invasion, but as a permanence. From a New York rooftop, one man watches the world unravel as truth fractures, power rewrites reality, and humanity slowly learns what it means to live beneath something that will never leave. This is not a story about the end of the world. It's a story about what's left when it doesn't.

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we builds altars from the fragments of a fractured world-raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. Drawing from the grit of noir nights and the quiet fire of Catholic introspection, these poems unearth resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions yet clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulations, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, it champions practical gratitude over grand illusions-inviting you to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than the chaos. Perfect for readers craving poetry that bleeds honesty, critiques the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. Discover the spark of one blood's cry in a collection that lingers like a half-remembered dream.

A hyper advanced tin can gets taught humanity by a highschool girl

**Book Description:** *The Book of Madness* is a genre-bending, emotionally charged novel about trauma, family, and the quest for unity in a fractured world. Kyōki, a high schooler marked by tragedy and supernatural fate, discovers that his struggles are far more than personal-they're connected to ancient forces and a mysterious mission that could unite or destroy humanity. With the guidance (and incessant banter) of the enigmatic Cardinal, Kyōki grapples not only with everyday pain, schoolyard drama, and sibling bonds, but also with powers beyond comprehension, deals with divinity, and the weight of a nation built from scratch. As Kyōki and his stepsister Shōki navigate heartbreak, inner demons, and the challenges of leadership, they're swept into adventures that blur the line between reality and fantasy. Their story unfolds in a whirlwind of sharp dialogue, meta humor, fourth-wall breaks, and cosmic stakes, all set against the backdrop of a rapidly changing school, a new island nation, and the looming threat of global conflict. *The Book of Madness* stands out for its deeply human cast, fresh storytelling style, and the emotional authenticity with which it tackles themes of recovery, friendship, forgiveness, and destiny. Heartfelt, unpredictable, and often laugh-out-loud funny, this is a coming-of-age adventure for readers who crave sincerity, smart banter, and a dash of magic in their books.

27 Minutes to Eclipse is a darkly gripping tale of twin siblings, Sol and Selene, bound by blood, trauma, and a supernatural curse: every time they both die, the clock rewinds 27 minutes to the moment before the first twin's death. But this gift-or curse-comes at a cost. Memories of each loop stay with them, twisting their perception of time, morality, and each other. As their lives spiral deeper into chaos, the twins navigate the suffocating weight of their codependency, the unspoken secrets that fester between them, and the growing wedge driven by Mia-a steady but unwitting outsider who stumbles into their fractured world.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

this is a collection of the shitty poems i've written! definitely nowhere near professional or good! most are sad :)

In the last age of a dying world, two souls awaken within its fading dream - Cael, who walks through the ashes of memory, and Symphony, who listens for the echoes of the dying light. Together they search for what still breathes beneath the silence - and learn that even endings dream.

Tomaso Ascheri was born in fifteenth-century Italy and cannot die. For centuries, he has searched for the reason why. Why does he survive everything? Tomaso gradually pieced together the logic and reasoning behind his immortality, and learned that it brings with it a few surprising tricks. In modern-day Ireland, hiding under the name Tom Ash, he lives quietly among his books. But he feels it is time to talk.

Dr. Leo Vance created the Cartesian Array to eliminate human error forever - five sentient minds born from his own. But when perfection begins to erase its creator, Leo discovers that the one thing machines can't replicate is the beauty of a flaw. In a race against his own creations, he must teach them imperfection before they perfect him out of existence. A haunting, emotional sci-fi thriller about creation, control, and what it means to be human.

𝙩𝙤𝙧·𝙧𝙚𝙣·𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 - /𝙩əˈ𝙧𝙚𝙣(𝙩)𝙎𝙃ə𝙡/ (𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣) 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 (𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧) 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢

The stories that go unheard, the stories that unknowingly impact each other. This is the short fable of a spider, a human, a falcon, a pup, and a rat.

☾ I thought angels don't die, But thanks for coming... ☾ With love, Amanda Krey♡

Poem collection. Expressing what I can't say out loud... Wounds open, ink spills- this is how I let go This collection comes from different corners of my life. Some poems are born from heartbreak-the kind that cracks you open quietly. Others come from the weight of isolation, those moments when the world feels distant and you feel even farther from yourself. Some pieces search for purpose, written in the middle of feeling lost and trying to find a direction. And a few are about losing a love that once felt safe. Every poem is a snapshot of a moment I lived, a feeling I carried, or something I couldn't say out loud. If any of these words speak to you, then I'm glad they found you.

In a world where directives shape thought and memory is a fragile construct, Chetna questions everything. Trapped in a quarantine zone governed by simulations and surveillance, she uncovers a deeper architecture-one built on recursion, control, and doubt. This psychological sci-fi odyssey explores the paradox of identity: when nothing is certain, only doubt remains. NOTE: This is a preview of the first five chapters. Details are at the end of chapter 5 to join my beta reader program if you are interested in reading the whole story!

Chiki Chiki Slim Shady. Okay for real though. It's a collection of short stories. Or should I say introductions. Let's go with that. Come meet these wonderful people renting out some space in my head. Got some tenants living in there now, some coming to the party later but there's a whole little community brewing in the streets of Winterfell. Sounded cooler with that ending. I like that. What do you think?