Surrealista Stories

The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

a little book of lonely extracts ~

To be understood is a love language that calls to us throughout space and time.

His name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a very strange hand of fate causes him to begin thinking about his own beloved lifestyle. One of power, authority, and great riches. A written diary on the interesting tale of Mr. Thaddeus. Copyright ©️ 2024 Book only on Wattpad. If anywhere else it's stolen.

Everyday life, the past and its relics called memories Surrealism of what we remember and how we feel Start 20.10.22

What if your second chance came with a twist you never saw coming? Terrchel was never meant to be human. But fate has a strange sense of humor. Thrown from the forgotten corners of existence into a world that feels both like a dream and a memory, Terrchel wakes up in a body that doesn't feel like his own. Everything is strange too loud, too bright, too real. And then there's her..the woman with crimson red hair who always seems one step ahead, watching him with eyes that know too much. "Where am I? Why me? And how do I carry a destiny I never asked for?" This is a story about second chances, about finding meaning in chaos, and about learning that sometimes the greatest treasures are hidden in the places we least expect. It's about feeling lost, misunderstood, and still choosing to rise. With heart, humor, and a touch of the absurd, Arcadia invites you into a world where the past whispers, the future calls, and the present demands everything you've got. If you've ever felt like you don't belong, this novel is for you.

"In a world where reality frays at the edges, a masked boy slips into his imagination. Church organs play backwards, toys are carved from knives, and a new phobia - anthroclaoustrophobia, the fear of soulveil - takes root. With only two characters, this surreal horror explores queerness, identity, and the fragile line between memory and madness. Inspired by haunting music but wholly original, this story blurs the boundary between nightmare and dream, inviting readers into a faded, eerie world where nothing is certain and everything is unsettling."

Contos tão curtos quando a nossa paciência. Quase surrealista, mas com críticas concretas. Para emocionar-se em pouco tempo. São quase como uma dose minúscula de absinto que o faz passar mal a tarde toda.

"On giving the poster closer inspection, the Frankenstein's monster turned out to be a ghost and the flier was advertising a séance, held by one Mama Colgate Hummer III. Now, Muriel found herself one of about twenty pensioners sitting in the hall." And so begins the story of Muriel Swann: widow, general grump and now reluctant communicator with 'the other side.' In a twist of fate, strange messages start to appear on Murielʼs deceased husband's mobile phone. Refusing to believe that they are anything other than hoaxes or scrambled messages left over from Fredʼs philandering, Muriel tries to put the 'Church Hall episode' behind her. Sadly Murielʼs closest pal, Ethel Williams, sees a business opportunity like no other. She realises that her friend has a phone that is connected to the dead and so Muriel is destined to become the ʻMobile Clairvoyant,ʼ embarking on a journey that turns her, "Twilight years into the bloody Twilight Zone." Muriel, Ethel and their seemingly omnipotent accomplice Mrs Gronk, take on the world - from becoming household names, to assisting the police in the search for a missing socialite, doing readings for A-list Hollywood celebrities and everything in between.

Richard Griffin was born in 1857 on New York to a family of English extraction. When he was a child, they moved to a cranberry bog in New Jersey. At the age of sixteen he started work as a clerk in New York City. In his spare time he was involved in amateur theatrical productions, subsequently becoming a professional actor and touring extensively throughout the United States and abroad. He served in the Spanish-American war of 1895. According to his own account, he also served in World War I as an intelligence officer, and arrested a German spy after a punch-up. Before and after this service, he lived in Greenwich Village and other parts of Manhattan, and wrote poetry which he self-published. From internal evidence it seems likely that at some stage he spent time in a mental institution. His date of death is unknown but was subsequent to 1931, the date of his last book. His works have a certain quirky charm which reminds one somewhat of the Dada and Surrealist poetry, and show maybe even closer connections to the movies of the Marx Brothers, W. C. Fields, and the Ring Lardner of nonsense plays like The Tridget of Greva. They have a style and charm of their own which has given him a certain cult following. An acquired taste, maybe -- but one well worth acquiring. The Camel's Last Gasp was his last book; consisting of the title story which is a surrealist novella, and some shorter prose pieces and poems.

how does it feel, having betrayed the sky?

When a man becomes lost in the endless lives he can imagine, his mind begins to unravel. Every day, he slips into new identities-becoming people he's never met, in worlds he's never lived. At first, it's a curious escape. But as the lines blur, and the world bends around him, he starts to wonder: can he still remember who he was, when he's become everything and everyone? Journey with him through fractured realities, as the burden of too much knowing erodes his sense of self. In a world where every life is lived, and none can be claimed as his own, the question remains: is it possible to find oneself in a world of infinite possibilities?

Just my random thoughts from 14000605 to 1 😉

Ròse è una scrittrice di successo di origine islandese, che vive in Grecia, nell'isola di Creta con l'amore della sua vita: Joshua. Un giorno, sulle tracce di una nuova storia da raccontare, Ròse si reca a intervistare un'anziana signora che dichiara di avere una storia sensazionale da cui ricavare un libro di sicuro successo. L'incontro con la donna, però, si rivela deludente e Ròse, irritata, se ne va, senza la sua storia. A seguito di questo evento Ròse parte per la Turchia dove ritroverà una vecchia avventura amorosa di dieci anni prima. Acconsente a trascorrere una serata con lui ma, il mattino dopo, si ritrova catapultata in una vita non sua... Ròse non nemmeno più una scrittrice e per ritrovare se stessa, partirà per viaggio di ricerca che la porterà a ritrovare le proprie radici, ma anche la verità sulla sua esistenza...

Hello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form slide to slide in a haphazard manner. It may be spiritual, motivational, romance and so on. Hence, a collection of 'scattered' feelings. It is not completed yet, but I give you my word, I'll be updating it from time to time. Moreover, I do not intend to interpret my poetry, it is up to the readers to suggest. Transcendence' is a collection of poem works and they are authentic, and not a copy from any source. Regards, Himadri Chekanidhara

Nobody thinks it's strange Elenore is in a coma. She's lost in her mind. As she tries to find her way out, she comes face to face with what's been going on in her head.

What if the protagonist falls for you, rather than the omni-happening vice-versa?

Léelo con calma, con mucha calma y lo tiempos te calzaran perfectamente, no hay apuros en esta vida. Léelo lento y tranquilo, léelo hasta que te haga sentido, se paciente. El texto no es nada más que una teletransportación que me ocurre cuando escucho esa canción. En síntesis, es una experiencia musical.