Existentialdread Stories

tadc X f! reader. this will have a little romance, read at your own risk. this is mostly you X ragatha and Jax, but you will still have romantic relationships with others! everything is explained in the first chapter. go check out my other FANFICS!

have you ever dreamed of being isekai'd? going to another world and adventuring? of course you have to why else would be here however our protagonist by the names of vex would rather not do so for you see he actually loves his life back on earth his grades are decent,he has a part time job,and an apartment, our little friend is pretty content with his life altough it may not be the best its good enough atleast for him so imagine the suprise when truck kun caught him lacking and sent him to another world well he tries to stay positive things couldn't get any worse right? Now stranded in another world with nothing by their side could the two boys truly survive? he got isekai'd with his friend who's very existence is to be a nuisance to him vex now with his friend obi has to traverse trough a new world meawhile trying to keep his sanity and trying to find a way back home what'll happen? welp better get reading to find out!

Random stuff I write, usually poetry.

Rowan has spent his life running from something he doesn't understand-visions of places he's never been, whispers of things he shouldn't know, and a constant feeling that he's being watched. But when he returns to his childhood town to uncover the truth behind the infamous house on the frozen lake, reality begins to unravel. Trapped in a labyrinth of shifting corridors, cryptic symbols, and eerie lamps that hold glimpses of a world not his own, Rowan must navigate a series of surreal trials, each more disturbing than the last. A faceless man watches him. A red pen carves words into his eye. A wave of blood hunts him in the darkness. And at the center of it all-the house that has been waiting for him. Rowan thought he was coming back to find answers. But the deeper he goes, the more the truth feels like something he was never meant to remember. Some places don't let go. Some houses never forget. And Rowan... was here before.

Octavia has discovered something that shakes her to her core, no she has a decision to make. She has decided to die the worst way possible, day by day while existing.

Steady beeps of a heart monitor. The sterile scent of antiseptic. The weight of my own weakness pressing down on me. My body had failed me. My time had run out. And yet... I still existed. The pain of my body-gone. The sterile scent of antiseptic-gone. The weight of my own weakness-gone. No... it wasn't gone. Rather, this time, it was replaced-not with weakness, but with something else. Power. Not my own. Something different. Something unknown. Something I had only just become aware of. But before I could comprehend it, I was already a target- under attack, with no choice but to defend myself.

A dreamlike field of golden grass turns into a waking nightmare when a silent figure begins to close in with every blink. Trapped in a world where whispers beg for help and the ground itself resists escape, the narrator discovers the awful truth: no one is coming. • "In a dream where every blink brings the darkness closer, the worst terror is realizing you're already alone."

A scientist travels to the end of everything.

Adrian Keller's life is ordinary-until a single letter changes everything: "You are hereby summoned for the crime of being alive." Suddenly, the world twists into corridors that stretch endlessly, doors that lead nowhere, and shadows that seem to watch his every move. A faceless bureaucrat, Mr. Grey, awaits to judge him. Guided by the steadfast faith of Elias, challenged by the cold logic of Maxim, and haunted by the quiet intensity of Clara Weiss, Adrian must navigate a surreal labyrinth where every step questions reality itself. In a city indifferent to suffering, Adrian faces a trial with no rules, a verdict with no clarity, and a question that cannot be ignored: what does it truly mean to exist? The Trial of Existence is a dark, philosophical journey blending the unsettling surrealism of Kafka, the moral intensity of Dostoevsky, and the existential absurdity of Camus. A story about guilt, identity, love, and the fragile human spirit standing against a universe that refuses to explain itself.

The Beltzoak, beings so advanced they wield quantum paradoxes as weapons, encounter an object that shouldn't be a threat. A crude, trembling disc-like something out of a 1950s sci-fi myth-floats before them, untouched by singularities, mocking their power. What follows is not a battle, but a lesson: they were never the predators. They were the prey.

Aurora always knew something was off. Not just in the world-but in her mind. Since childhood, she's seen shadowy figures in the corners of her vision-watching, lurking, never speaking. Everyone told her it was stress, imagination, maybe even madness. But she knows better. These shadows aren't just figments-they're real. And they're getting closer. As her days blur and her memories glitch, Aurorabegins to unravel a terrifying truth: the world around her may not be real at all. And she may not be the one in control. Trapped between reality and delusion, Aurora must choose-follow the haunting clues that could lead her to the truth... or lose herself forever in the static. A haunting psychological thriller about perception, control, and what happens when the line between reality and illusion shatters.

Something was never meant to blink. A secret piece of information. An overlooked matter. A name that is continuously repeated, regardless of how often it's wiped away. Certain symbols are not symbols in any sense. They are promises And the promise is also due.

What love feels like on a depressed girl.

Lena and Mark's vacation turns nightmarish as time begins to loop, reality shifts, and Lena sees another version of herself. Mark vanishes, leaving a warning: "Don't trust the other you." Trapped in an endless cycle, Lena discovers a journal-**written by her past self-**revealing she's being replaced. One final reset. She wakes up. Mark whispers, "Bad dream?" But his voice is wrong. And on the nightstand: "You ran out of time."

the thoughts of a young girl struggling with her own sense of self and identity, struggling to accept herself as a human. the lines between a monster and a human fade for her as she peers wordlessly through the looking glass at the world of humans. with uncommon but not rare thoughts for a girl her age to have, she endlessly wanders in a reverie of a made-up world in her head. this is her diary. (w: madness, unhinged thoughts of character, self-harm thoughts, and suicidal ideation).

This short story delves into the poignant world of Brindle, a man whose deepest desire for meaningful connection is perpetually just out of reach. He navigates a landscape of "bromantic" friendships, each encounter a delicate dance on the precipice of true intimacy. Yet, the breakthrough never comes. Brindle's journey is marked by an aching vulnerability, a constant questioning of his own worthiness, leaving him susceptible to misunderstanding and exploitation. His encounters with figures like the effortlessly charming Liam, whose casual camaraderie always stops short of genuine depth, or the intellectually profound Noah, who offers analysis where Brindle craves raw empathy, paint a vivid picture of these almost-connections. Each near miss chips away at his spirit, fueling his anxiety and depression. Driven by a fading intuition that whispers of the possibility of deeper bonds, Brindle embarks on a draining quest for self-discovery. The narrative culminates in a moment of quiet, introspective uncertainty, leaving the reader to ponder whether Brindle will ever truly break free from this cycle of unfulfilled longing, or remain forever suspended at the edge of connection. It's a story of bittersweet hope, the persistent ache of the unsaid, and the enduring mystery of human relationships that hover perpetually at the cusp, never quite blossoming into their full potential.

You've just died, and you're here with me. In a blank, and familar place. Based on the stort by Andy Weir "The Egg"

A collection of my thoughts. (No, for real. This is just going to be me ranting about anything.) Until that day comes, I can only do my best. Wallowing in existential dread, failing at life, losing meaningful connections, and watching the world burn while I slowly sink into the void - it is okay. Everything is okay.

where do we go when we are covered head to toe with existential dread? under the bed, of course.

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