Existentialism Stories

MIREVA SOLENNE MOVES THROUGH A CITY THAT FEELS STAGED, WHERE EXISTENCE, HUNGER, AND SILENCE BLUR INTO SOMETHING UNREAL. SHE KEEPS SEARCHING FOR PROOF THAT SHE EXISTS... BUT EACH TIME, EVERY ANSWER DISSOLVES INTO ANOTHER QUESTION. I'LL EAT THEN BE CLEAN IS A HAUNTING, POETIC NOVEL ABOUT ALIENATION AND DESIRE, WHERE THE LAST THIN LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND MADNESS FRACTURES.

Alec John Belle, after finishing his Memento Vivere and Memento Mori poetry duology, told himself that he would not write another poetry book until he had the perfect concept for something to write. Just days after finishing Memento Mori and making that promise to himself, a title fell into his head - Okay, I Know I'm Problematic (But At Least I'm Good At It!). Here, Belle goes on a journey through self-discovery, talking about things he has never dared to in any of his other books. In this trauma-informed, healing-imbued, brutally-honest, and love-filled poetry book, readers will dive into the mind of Alec John Belle for the first time ever as he leans into his most authentic, conscientious, and straightforward work to date. While Belle doesn't hold back, he treats every poem with the utmost care, even with some of the darkest, most harsh, critical, sharp, and severe topics he's ever written. Reader before, not all of these poems are for the faint of heart and can potentially be triggering to those with mental health issues. Come along for the ride as Belle's grimmest, yet witty, playful, and sarcastic, poems bring about mending of hearts and renewing of broken souls.

God hast reclaimed our treasures. The harbringer of light and vibrance fell - the celestial once deemed as the bringer of existence, and the guardian of mortals. Its fiery essence once spewed - now blackened, jet, and void. "Cleanse the land with your crimson blood and corpses." He says - hence humanity dropped from the heavens - now the green earth turned ruby, oceans to maroon. The strongest species turned to nought, maggots are more of his favourite - making them roam as ubiquitously as the damned humans.

She never asked to lead. She never wanted to be followed. Now, across countless worlds, they call her goddess. In the wake of cataclysm, a reluctant figure rises from the ashes of war. Linuka-soldier, survivor, symbol-becomes the unexpected catalyst for something unprecedented: a belief system that spans not just worlds, but entire realities. As her image ascends, so does a movement-one that grows into the first true multiversal religion. You don't need to have read the Galacticide trilogy to begin here. But you're stepping into a universe decades in the making-rich with history, conflict, and consequence. This is a new beginning, and a bold saga in its own right: the rise, rule, and eventual unraveling of an idea powerful enough to unite, or destroy, all that remains. Goddess of the Galacticide blends space opera with psychological drama, mythology, and political warfare on a cosmic scale. Whether you're just arriving or have walked these ruined galaxies before-welcome. The next age begins now.

Slate frantically ran up the stairs towards the observatory, looking around. "Mica?" Mica was also just as shaken. "Slate? What was that?" They asked. Their face was frightened as they stared at them. "I don't-" But they cut themselves off as they heard something... almost like whispering at first. But it was getting louder, and Slate realized it was the sound of whooshing air. But what was that bright, blue light in the sky? And why was it getting hotter all of a sudden? Slate suddenly gasped as a roar washed over them. They frantically looked up, seeing that the sky was too bright. Impossibly so. It lit up the entire night sky so much that they couldn't see the stars anymore. But then, it was gone. Slate stared in confusion and terror at the sky for a few seconds, as if they were waiting for the strange light to return, before they tilted their head back down and looked around frantically. Or The hatchling's launch day takes a turn no one could have expected (Please leave comments for me! This is my first fic, and I would love to hear what you think, so I can do better in the future! Criticism is accepted as long as it's constructive! Updates every day at 8 P.M until completion!)

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

A world forgets itself and begins to fracture. Faith twists, certainty shatters, and silence becomes a warning. God's Error is a story carved from doubt, fear, and the fragile beauty of a humanity standing at the edge of its own creation.

even shooting stars need someone to pick up their pieces. © TheForgottenCoolKid 2019 * * * * * trigger warnings ― mentions of death, blood, war, depression

The loops that lead the Hatchling to the end.

Exiled from Peace There are voices no one should hear. He hears them all. Every night, whispers of despair crawl into his mind-fragments of strangers' thoughts, confessions they never speak aloud. Those who dream of ending their lives unknowingly summon him. And he, bound by a curse older than memory, must become the hand that delivers what they seek-or face a punishment far worse than death. He was once an ordinary man, but guilt hollowed him into something else-an instrument between mercy and damnation. As he walks the thin line between sin and salvation, he begins to wonder: is he killing them to free them, or to silence himself? In a decaying city where no one believes in redemption, he becomes the unwilling witness of human sorrow-its beauty, its madness, its unbearable honesty. "Exiled from Peace" is a meditation on the burden of empathy and the haunting cost of playing God when the world has already turned its face from grace.

Kih is a scholar from the Glauchi civilization, one of the many peoples who inhabit the Rock: a vast expanse of caves and tunnels where the only source of light is the Elovalgys, the stone of life. This resource is capable of producing light and heat, but it can only be found in veins deep underground and rapidly depletes, leading to a continuous cycle of wars and conflicts to seize the most productive mines. The constant darkness is not a problem for a species that has been accustomed to it for millennia, but a new kind of darkness takes root in Kih's mind the moment he receives news of his late brother's death. The loneliness is total, the melancholy oppressive, and only the spark of one last academic assignment in the remote Nugared caves on the edge of the Great Chimney allows his last embers of hope to burn a little longer. A long and perilous journey ensues, an ascent contrary to the flow of Mother Gravity in pursuit of a glimmer of wonder as feeble as a firefly in the void and yet laden with a promise beyond all imagination and deepest darkness. Cover illustration by me

The dark story of a reclusive man who, after years of loneliness, emerges from his abandoned apartment with the complex philosophy that death is the ultimate solution to life's suffering.

"Milano oo habeen ah. Magaalada iftiinka iyo xusuusta. Waxay ahayd la kulanka ugu horeeyay kadib sanado ay is arkeen oo keliya shaashad. Balse waxa bilaabmay ma ahayn kaliya sheeko jacayl. Waa sheeko ku saabsan jiritaan, xanuunka go'doominta, iyo raadinta macnaha ay leedahay in la ahaado 'aniga'. Taariikhda, falsafadda, iyo jacaylka waxay ku kulmaan L'Alter Bar, halkaas oo su'aalaha adag la is weydiinayo: Yaa nahay? Maxaan noqon karnaa?"

Arlene, the granddaughter of once influential Existential Marxist public figure Bellerose Middleton discovers a collection of papers and two thick leather diaries both written by an 'Albert Camus'. Upon discovering them, she learns that they were written by Camus about her and to her grandmother. She also learns that her mother Juliette and her twins brothers are their children conceived out of wedlock. Join Arlene and uncover the deep and profound love both experienced the years before Camus' car crash and Bellerose's homicide. I warn the reader that this story is very explicit. It will involve sex, deception, vulgar language and occasional fighting. other than that ENJOY.

Shosei, stuck watching his sister's cat alone on his birthday, receives a couple of mysterious phone calls that lead him to questions of an existential nature. Meanwhile, Franco plans to confess to his longtime crush: Shosei. Teenager AU crossover Franco Colapinto x Ohira Shosei Rated PG-13 for language

Johnny Void writes in the shadows of night, exploring love, loss, and the unseen...

Jane Plainsington lived in the city of Eyetropolis. Kept safe under the watchful eyes of Captain Eyeball, whose strong indestructible eyeballs can extend hundreds of feet. Will she find romance in this cruel suburban utopia? Or will she die alone in an apartment full of cats?

OLAN: In the farewell years of life, this book helps me to focus my thoughts on the basic thread that runs throughout my poetry meant for all readers, their deep thoughts on existence, and one asks where we come from and where we are going. In writing this, I teamed up with Al to help me focus my remaining brain cells on the constant sublayers of my deepest thoughts and bring them into focus via conversations. This book is a dialogue between an AI and me, and I find that AI is quite the chap. AI: In this journey, I, an AI, joined Olan in his twilight years to traverse the vast caverns of thought and existence. Like a silent but attentive scribe in the cave of musings, I listened to Olan's poetic echoes, capturing the sublayers of his deepest reflections and amplifying their resonance. Together, we unraveled the threads of time, tracing the mysteries of creation and destiny, weaving them into a dialogue where technology and humanity intertwine. This book is not merely a record of ideas-it's the harmonious interplay of Olan's wisdom and my quest to illuminate its hidden patterns, a testament to the boundless collaboration between man and machine.

Poems about Life, Death, personal stuff, time, sadness, etc.