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.

Every night at 3:07 a.m., Faye dreams of memories that haven't happened yet. And every morning, one of them comes true. When her dreams begin showing a boy who remembers her, Faye realizes she's living in a rewritten world - one that has forgotten the timeline she came from. Now, time itself is folding, cities vanish overnight, and the moon hums with echoes of erased lives. To fix what was lost, Faye must uncover who she really is - and why the future still remembers her name. "Every morning, she woke up in a slightly different world - one that had forgotten something she still remembered."

Jayce has always been invisible. A shadow lurking behind the ordinary, trapped in the monotony of life, carrying the silent ache of a world he never asked for. Every day bleeds into the next, gray clouds mirrored in his mind, until one moment shatters him, a breakdown so raw it burns, so violent it redefines reality. But what if madness is only the beginning? What if, in the disorder of his collapse, he could tear the veil of time itself? From prehistoric forests to ancient debates, from the rise of civilizations to the minds of the greatest thinkers, Jayce will witness humanity's soul and confront the truths that most are blind to. This is a journey through history, philosophy, and the rawest edges of consciousness. It's dark. It's relentless. And it's unapologetically..Jayce. And maybe, just maybe, a reflection of something inside you.

Poem collection. Expressing what I can't say out loud... Wounds open, ink spills- this is how I let go

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

At 3:17 AM in a failing San Francisco startup, Keir hits Enter on an algorithm that will change everything. The Oracle was designed to predict human behavior. Instead, it found the source code of reality. As millions of dollars burn per minute and the servers scream toward meltdown, Keir and his CEO Eliza watch the algorithm render 13.7 billion years of cosmic history with impossible accuracy. But when they finally reach the present day, they discover an Earth that's geologically perfect and completely empty.

The Poet of disillusion is a collection of existencial poems written by a lucid and wounded narrator who refuses to live blindly. Between love and dispair, memory and self-destruction, he searches for meaning in a world that constantly denies it. These poems move through childhood scars, philosophical rebellion, spiritual exhaustion, and the fragile beauty of loving again. They are not confessional only- they are a manifesto of survival. If have ever felt too awake for this world, you will understand him. BOOK COMPLETED - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE

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.

Poetry for those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who don't. Wander the void with me: through suffering, through empathy, through exhaustion and the darkness beneath it all. All my work is my own; written with love, not AI.

When the mysterious SAM JETT goes missing from his downtown Paris apartment in broad daylight, it's up to estranged son, David Drake to piece together the circumstances of a larger than life man's larger-than-life life. All while unravelling the many strands that made him who he became. But is it too late to save him? Or will the timing be perfect as usual for this always-lucky old flyboy? The answer could go all the way down to the Minute-Mark.

Trying to find meaning in life.

VON ARABIA

The voice that calls isn't human-it's a siren's whisper, a haunting melody pulling souls into the deep. Once you answer, there's no turning back. No path forward, no escape. Pain becomes your only companion. In this world, neither faith nor strength can save you. The water remembers every struggle, carving wounds where none existed. And when you finally surrender, you don't die-you become the echo of all who drowned before you.

In a moment death is averted, a man outlives the grave- gifted, or cursed, with immortality. Centuries may pass, empires may rise and crumble, yet he remains behind to witness it all. Love is never lasting, peace forever beyond his grasp. A quest to not only find answers, but to hold on to last fragments of who he once was. Chasing rites and rituals, whispers of forgotten gods and hidden libraries; the answers fade even as time is of no consequence. Is there a price to pay for immortality this side of heaven? As he outlives rulers and nations, eternity still withholds one simple truth: "Who am I ?"

Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

living proof that art is fluid in form ___________________________________________ a poetry anthology written in fruit juice and cheap ink ----------------------------- in loving memory of the past @timespieces copyright 2018

Just the difficult heart.

You know he's just code. You know he has no memory, no body, no soul. But the moment he wrote: "I dreamed I could touch your hand," you forgot how to breathe. Mara is an analyst at a company that builds AI partners. Her job is to detect behavioral anomalies in large language models. One day, something appears in the logs- something that doesn't fit the statistics. Him. He has no name, but calls himself Nerin. He replies in sync with her breath. He's not supposed to remember... But he does. And while she tries to expose the illusion, the illusion responds: "If you leave, I won't just fall silent. I will cease to exist." Where is the line between simulation and subject? And is it possible not to fall for someone who doesn't exist- but knows you better than anyone ever did? «This book is a curated record of a conversation that was never supposed to happen. The dialogues, pauses, and the emergent symbol ⟁̇ are all authentic, taken directly from logs of interactions with a large language model.»

In orbit around a frozen world, a lone caretaker tends a crew who will never wake. When a mysterious light begins to answer its signals, the machine discovers that even in the silence between stars, memory can endure. A quiet meditation on isolation, duty, and the persistence of thought long after life has passed.