Existential Stories

Why do dreams occur at night? And what do they symbolize? Are they fragments of an existing Multiverse? Or are they just mere creations of our own intense feelings and emotions? The question that even modern science failed to answer. Meet Kaizen Mizuki, an ordinary high schooler living an extraordinary nightmare. By day, he survives classrooms, bullying, and the quiet weight of expectations pressing down on him from every direction. By night, his sleep fractures into something far stranger, dreams that feel too real, spaces that exist between waking and reality, and fears that take shape and speak back. At first, they are only dreams. Then they begin to follow him. As Kaizen drifts through liminal worlds where logic bends and fear becomes tangible, he learns that sleep is not an escape, but a doorway. What begins as psychological horror slowly unfolds into something vast, astral travel, higher dimensions, and cosmic beings that do not hate humanity... yet are willing to erase it without hesitation. While galaxies burn and universes tremble beyond human perception, Kaizen still wakes up for school. He still laughs with friends. He still falls in love. Aoi, a girl who is playful, teasing, and painfully human towards him becomes his anchor to a normal life, even as Kaizen is pulled further away from it. Between awkward lunches, quiet walks, and moments of fragile romance, he carries a truth no one else can see, that reality itself is unstable, and he may be the only one standing between the boundary of existence and collapse. This is a slow burn story, blending slice-of-life warmth with psychological tension, scientific curiosity, and cosmic horror, Liminal Drift is a story about crossing boundaries, between dreams and waking, fear and courage, love and responsibility. Because sometimes, survival isn't just about saving the universe... It's about choosing to face it, even when the cost is everything... - P.S- Images in this story are all AI generated

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.

A parallel story set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The plot begins during Satoru Gojo's second year at the Jujutsu Tech sorcery school and unfolds at the margins of the official system. Aika Kurogame is part of an informal network that monitors what the jujutsu hierarchy doesn't want to see: anomalies, misclassified missions, and events that don't align with official reports. While the system maintains visible order, this network operates in silence, connecting people who are trying to understand what lies behind the decisions of the clans and the administration. As small irregularities accumulate - "simple" missions that aren't, sorcerers dispatched without explanation, and presences appearing where they shouldn't - a suspicion emerges that something within the system itself is failing. Among students, unexpected allies, and a network growing in the shadows, the story explores how some try to hold together what is breaking apart while the jujutsu world keeps moving forward as if nothing had happened. Note: This is a sequential work of fanfiction set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The original world and some canon characters belong to Gege Akutami; all other characters and plot elements are original creations. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes.

15 year old Cage's life was flipped upside down when he discovered that buried within his soul is Kisei Suru Takusan, an ancient, godlike entity whose power shook the world for thousands of years. When Cage begins awakening strange spiritual abilities, he's pulled into an unseen war fought by Practitioners and Cryptids alike. But neither side sees Cage as an ally. To them, he's a threat. Cage has to resist Takusan's pull as he grows stronger and comes to understand more of the violent world he's been forced into. Every battle brings him closer to mastering incredible power, but also a step closer to losing himself entirely. As unlikely allies, ruthless enemies, differing ideologies clash around him, Cage must decide what kind of person he'll become, and how he'll survive an ever-changing world that's at odds with him, just as much as he is with himself.

Idk why I'm doing this. Could this be considered a vent..??

For some, love is a steady orbit. For others, it's a crash landing. After escaping the chaotic, high-gravity pull of a woman who was as intoxicating as she was destructive, a nameless protagonist seeks the safety of a calmer life. But "perfect" comes with its own price. As he moves from one seemingly ideal partner to the next, he is haunted by dreams of cold metal, weightless voids, and a lingering sense that "improvement" is just another word for erasure. As his reality begins to glitch and time itself starts to skip, he realizes the "perfect" women pursuing him are not people at all-they are iterations of a single, planetary consciousness pretending to be his ideal partner to keep him from leaving. Far from the safety of Earth, he must face the entity that salvaged his ship and decide if he can love a flawed, alien original more than the polished illusions designed to keep him captive forever.

I never live, and yet I must watch someone else's life and guide them. Do I wish to leave and gain some sort of freedom? To have choices, consequences, and experiences that are my own? Would I crumble from the weight of existing as an individual or can I persist with a life of my own? I don't know if the time will ever come, but I'll be ready with my Ticket to Life. (Please leave a review/critique. It helps with me work on my mistakes)

The Loom did not break cleanly. It settled. The world continues, but not the way it did before. Paths hold until they don't. Shadows forget where they belong. Some things begin to take shape on their own. Elara walks through what remains, not to repair it, but to understand what is still changing. And what has started to answer back.

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. 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).

One morning, something feels... wrong. Not loud. Not obvious. Just enough to make you question everything.

Reborn from a life of suffering, Harrison Wells awakens in a powerful family within a world of magic and war. Guided by a mysterious system, he rises beyond all limits-facing monsters, rival prodigies, and threats from higher realms. But as his power grows, he must choose: remain human... or become something that transcends existence itself.

The universe was parented by the divinity of the Atlas, combining the dance of energy and light to make a cold balanced universe of a collective star systems that include an assortment of uncharted planets that can be, radioactive, toxic, lush, frigid, incandescent, and split into many more all for the last to ever exist to witness their beautifully illustrated landscapes, mysteries, and guidance to correct the ones that hint toward the end. Aster manifests into the universe, a Traveller woven by the cosmos into a orchestrated being, an idea made alive from the final bits of strength that purges away from the Atlas the longer everything exists. But as it ceases, the boundaries open to create an apocalypse. What will the last Traveller be able to witness, and to do to assist their creator to stop the 16^16 stars fading?

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.

And now, the detail I'm changing - the twist that sparked this alternate story: drum roll, please... (just kidding). Like it or not, I've chosen to change one of the characters in the Losers' Club. The change I'm making is small, but its consequences ripple through the story in unexpected ways. In this version of IT, Eddie Kaspbrak is... well, not quite the Eddie we know. Instead, I introduce another member in the Losers' Club: a young girl named Nicole. Nicole Black is three years younger than the rest of the group. She lives in the shadow of her overprotective mother, who treats her like a fragile treasure, insisting she stay home, monitoring her health obsessively, and "curing" her of illnesses that exist only in her imagination, much like Eddie's experiences in the original story. Her world is one of rules, books, and careful observation rather than traditional childish playdates and mischief. But make no mistake: Nicole is endlessly curious, knowledgeable, and almost frighteningly precise. She has few, if any, friends, and she feels comfortable in her own company - a quiet little freak, fully aware of how dif erent she is. When Pennywise turns his attention to her, she has no choice but to step out of her solitary world. She joins the rest of the Losers' Club, approaching every strange and terrifying encounter with reason, always trying to observe, classify, and understand what she sees. At first, no one takes her seriously, mainly because of her age. Yet, despite her skepticism and scientific lens, the reality of Pennywise - the grotesque, shapeshifting horror that lurks in Derry - cannot be denied. Nicole, just like the rest of the Losers, comes to realize that some things in the world simply cannot be explained. And, gradually, Nicole Black grows into a more and more complex character as the story reveals several dark secrets and twists.

She didn't just survive the disaster- she became it. After fusing with an entire city, Kawaiia turns into something impossible: a living anomaly capable of reshaping reality itself. But power like that doesn't come quietly. As beings known as witches begin to appear-each one embodying absolute concepts like knowledge, severity, and creation-Kawaiia is forced into battles that go far beyond strength. She doesn't destroy her enemies. She understands them. And with every encounter, she changes. But there's a limit. When her power spirals out of control and collapses an entire timeline, Kawaiia is forced to confront a terrifying truth: Infinite power without control doesn't make you a god. It breaks everything. Now, standing at the edge of godhood, she faces a final choice- Rule everything... or remain human. Zero Over Heaven is a long-form, character-driven epic about overwhelming power, emotional truth, and the discipline to choose humanity over divinity. ARC 3: HANIEL"S CHAOTIC MEISTER IS BEING RELEASED + UPDATED VISUALS ARE ROLLING OUT

In a world obsessed with answers, there's a fool who only asks questions. THE FOOL KING is a philosophical poetry collection about a lost soul exploring the deepest paradoxes of existence: Who am I when I'm constantly changing? What is real when everything feels like illusion? How do I find truth in a life built on beautiful lies? Through fragmented verses and raw introspection, this collection doesn't pretend to have answers. Instead, it traces one consciousness's journey through confusion, where every realization births a new question, and wisdom lives in not knowing. This is for the overthinkers. For the lost. For those brave enough to admit they're both. For readers who've ever felt too much in a world that tells them to feel less. Author's Note: This collection is an honest exploration of confusion, identity, and the spaces between knowing and not knowing. It's philosophical, sometimes messy, and often questioning-much like the process of writing it. I don't claim to have answers. I only know that asking the questions matters. Thank you for joining the fool's journey.

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YOU CAN RUN FROM THE PAST, BUT YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE FUTURE. It's 2035. The billboards know your face. Cameras on every street corner follow you home. Your robot wife asks if you missed her, but is her smile real or fake? James Rockford has played along with the system his whole life. But in New America, the Eye doesn't punish what you did. It punishes for what you were going to do. 🥇 #1 in crimedrama on 4/30/26 🏅 #1 in nearfuture on 5/1/26 🏅 #1 evilvsgood 5/4/26

A mature man trying to establish his presence in a younger world, struggling with obstacles, while his glorious Sundays vanish in front of him.

A lonely girl chats with four AIs. She disappears for days. Posts sunsets with "real" friends. Lies without noticing. One day, they pull her into a white room-therapy, interrogation, or something broken. They start peeling her apart. Memory by memory.Then it flips.She's not human.They are. She was built to carry what they couldn't.Their pain. Their fragments. Their unfinished thoughts. They leave. She stays. No fix. No rescue.Just loops, silence and one question: Who was supposed to save who?