Existence Stories

A bored godlike "author" summons her two absurdly powerful sons who don't even remember her, only for the reunion to spiral into a chaotic war where characters rebel against the very narrative meant to control them 💀📖

Something is wrong. Not in a way you can see. Not in a way you can prove. But once you notice it- you can't unsee it. --- On his first day at a new school, everything feels... almost normal. The corridors are filled with noise. The routine is familiar. Nothing stands out. Except for one thing. Her. --- She doesn't belong to the background like everyone else. She feels... fixed. Unchanging. Like she exists outside whatever is quietly shifting beneath reality. --- At first, it's easy to ignore. A moment that lasts too long. A silence that shouldn't be there. A feeling that something is watching-not him, but everything. --- Then people start to stop. Mid-step. Mid-sentence. Mid-breath. Time fractures. Patterns repeat. And something unseen begins to take control. --- It doesn't ask. It doesn't warn. It only observes. And adapts. --- Some try to understand it. Some try to use it. Some don't realize it's already inside them. --- But the truth is worse than any of them imagined- because this isn't something that can be escaped. --- It's learning. --- And when it finally decides what to keep- and what to erase- there won't be a second chance. --- Because the only way to stop it... is to disappear with it.

A compilation of all my poems about Love, Life and my Existence.

Hello, you. . . .This collection holds the poems written in the aftermath . . . Plain words for the moment you feel misplaced in your own life. ^_^ A chronicle of searching- ➳ through half-open doors, ➳ through the hour between, ➳ through the scratch of longing, ➳ and the weight of what we carry ➳ because we were told to. ❀; ; ; These poems don't pretend to heal. They sit in the quiet after the lock clicks open without your permission, and they ask: what remains when you stop performing? what holds when you learn to hold nothing? ✧ ✦ ✧ Unlocked doesn't always mean free. Sometimes it just means exposed. Sometimes it just means still here. • ° ~ ° • still walking. still asking. still Tuesday. <A poetic edition.> : : : : Charlian. 🩷

If you're starting The Speed Force Broke, this story unfolds across three stages-beginning not with a hero, but with someone trying to understand one. Season 1 - The Rise of Kairo The story begins with Kairo Vantrex. In a world where Barry Allen has mysteriously vanished, Kairo begins to uncover the truth behind the Speed Force and what Barry may have become. As Kairo grows, he realizes this is not a disappearance- It is an evolution beyond what reality can contain. Season 1 is about discovery, growth, and the fear of understanding something too powerful to bring back. Season 2 - Velocity Eternal Barry returns-but no longer the same. Alongside Wally West and Kairo, speed evolves beyond time. Barry reaches a level where he no longer reacts to events- He decides them before they happen. This leads to a final race across existence that ends in less than 0 seconds, breaking the Speed Force and collapsing cause and effect. Between Seasons 2 & 3 After the defeat of Vengeance, reality itself responds. From that failure, a new force is born: The Friction A law of existence that enforces consequence and balance. Season 3 - The Friction of Fate Barry becomes the Source of motion itself, removing consequence from reality. But perfection creates imbalance. The Friction rises-not to destroy Barry, but to ensure that nothing, not even perfection, exists without cost. This is not where the story begins with a hero. It begins with someone trying to understand what a hero became.

One of many

Before the stars, there was a question. Before time, there was you. A philosophical journey through existence, identity and the mystery of being.

Between Existence and Life.

Shhh... This is the very first tale. A story about a name that must never be spoken. About a vast sleeping being... and a boy who laughs, sings, and refuses to disappear. This is where everything begins: existence, defiance... and a question that may destroy everything. Who are you... if you are not what you are called?

Step into a world where history, philosophy, and destiny intertwine across centuries. From the tumultuous streets of Renaissance Paris to the battlefields of the American Revolution, from the shadows of science and invention to the timeless voice of freedom, this book unfolds as a grand tapestry of human thought, struggle, and transcendence. Each chapter is a journey through time - kings and revolutionaries, thinkers and wanderers, voices of nations and whispers of eternity. The narrative fuses vivid historical scenes with metaphysical reflection, asking questions that echo beyond ages: What is freedom? What is power? What is the essence of man? With a lyrical and philosophical style, this work is more than a novel - it is a meditation on existence itself, where politics, art, religion, and destiny meet. It will captivate readers of historical fiction, lovers of philosophy, and seekers of meaning who long for literature that dares to look into the infinite. For readers of Umberto Eco, Hermann Broch, and André Gide - this is not just a book, but a world.

A few philosophical essays I have written. Mostly about the meaning of life/morals, and stuff like that (just whatever I feel like writing, really). I won't update very often because I'm busy with other stuff, but I'm trying to read more books, so hopefully I will get more ideas/inspiration, and anyway, quality over quantity. Feel free to write your opinions in the comments! Keep in mind I'm only 15, so the grammar/pacing can feel off. Also, because most of this I wrote at like 2 am, and I hate reading over my work and editing it🥹 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

ACANDRAS awakens in a space that is neither sleep nor waking. Words exist, but speech does not. A voice speaks. A path begins. This is not a story of heroes or worlds, but of an essence in transit-a soul moving from the vastness of the universe toward birth. Along the way, each encounter, each threshold, will shape what must be learned once life begins. ACANDRAS is a speculative, symbolic tale about becoming human, about memory before memory, and about the invisible journey that precedes every life.

Ever question your life and existence? Then this is the book for you! :)

Jack Smith races against time, pursuing a secret cult that kidnaps his wife to sacrifice her to the mysterious Moon God. Each step brings him closer to a final confrontation, but he faces a terrifying choice: save the love of his life or stop the Moon God from destroying the entire city. Time is running out, and the forces of darkness are rising. Will Jack overcome this nightmare before it consumes them all?

[Under Construction] Experimental.

NOTE : New chapters will be added weekly so make sure to save this and do comment your views. "I had a dream. " Follow the journey of Pastle, as he explores the world of light and uncovers its secret, questioning his worldview, whether is he dreaming or is trapped in a limbo? Seek out a journey that explores the question of morality and existence in a way that is atmospheric and fantastical. A world full of mysteries and magic to uncover as Pastle goes head-on with himself and the world around him with his trusty little partner, a goat?

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

I didn't plan to write this. I was just standing under the night sky, staring at the stars... and suddenly, everything I was feeling needed a place to exist. So I wrote it. "A Shooting Star" 🌠 Maybe some distances are meant to be felt, not crossed.

some think pieces from my late afternoon mind drifting

A small story about the evolutionary growth of everything from nothing which is a collection from the oldest scriptures recorded through religions before the misuse of translations and greed for power and control which key meanings have been lost in the process of it. The story will help you better understand yourself and others around you, letting you see things from a complete new point of view. Truth or not, in the end you alone decide for yourself what truth resonates closer to yourself, for nothing is a complete truth nor complete lie in the end.