Existential Novels & Stories

“Because the alternative is existential paralysis where you question every thought until you can’t function. Choose to accept you’re real even if you’re designed. That’s the only way forward.” My sons are watching me spiral into crisis they might be designed to witness. “We need you functional, Mama,” Adrian says carefully. “Reality just barely survived Architect judgment. We can’t afford you breaking from philosophical revelation right now.” “Can’t afford,” I repeat bitterly. “Or am I designed to break at precisely this moment for specific reason the Architect planned? Maybe my existential crisis serves purpose in larger design

All that is left is action. I looked to the other tally mark. Two days left. That is how many days till I would have to wait for my monthly visit from the only person I see anymore, my kidnapper. He visits me once a month since he put me here. He promised that I would be able to leave after this time. I also knew that was a lie. I was never getting out of this nightmare. At least not alive. Death, was that the only way out of this? I couldn’t give up yet though. No, I wouldn’t give up, because then he would win. He would have me out of his way and the sweet little life I house inside of me would be his to take. To destroy and make his own. Fighting was my only option. I was going to fight ti

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

“Somehow I knew he was going to be an Australian Aboriginal, but in fact I was only confirmed this when I began to compose his special connection with the creation spirits of the Dreamtime and with your totemic animal. With a spirit world that—” He stopped. — Well, that exists or does not exist? The audience looked at him mesmerized. By this time, all chairs were occupied and some people were standing at the back and sides. "I mean, is there a god or a spirit?" Damien continued. — Yes, there is. minds of people who believe. But what about measurable, scientific, real reality?

And standing within that void was a figure made entirely of darkness. It was not a presence born of evil, and it was not driven by a cruel desire to conquer. It was simply empty. It was the absolute absence of possibility, the total absence of purpose, and the final absence of becoming. Nihilus. The First Ending. Aurora felt existentially sick, because merely looking at the memory hurt the very fabric of her soul. The figure stood alone in the pre-creation void, watching eternity with an unmoving, terrifying patience. It was not waiting for something to happen. It was waiting for everything to stop.

she announced amused referring to my nightgown and I smiled moving over to the bed. I laid beside her finding comfort in the way she snuggled into me, her left leg thrown over my body. "You know there is a belief that we all have a soulmate, one person that we're made for, and in every life, this person looks different, so the only way you can tell if this person is the one made for you, is not by what see but what you feel, the sense of completion. It's said that the feeling as if you've known them for ages even though it's been days, comes from you loving and knowing them in your past life," I announced softly

"I told you there's no need for questions. My answers would only confuse you further." " Last question, why am I here? What happened to heaven or hell?" " Non-existent." I raise a brow, askance. " How's that possible? How about a supreme being? The creator?" "We don't know what it is. All we know is that there's a force with unexplainable strength. We don't know its source, but this energy controls everything happening in Existence. Existence is everything alive. The dead are alive. The living are alive as well. Inanimate objects are alive. All controlled by an unknown force. We don't know what it is but it controls us all without our consent. It lives with us."

Not by moving toward it. By recognizing it. The Observer pattern flickered rapidly. “Non-continuity-based existential architecture detected.” The Interferer followed. “Non-continuity-based existential architecture detected.” Ethan stared. “…How can existence not be built on continuity?” Emma didn't answer immediately. Because the architecture itself was answering. Not through explanation. Through presence. It existed. That alone invalidated assumptions they had carried since the beginning. The awareness spoke softly. “Continuity is one method of coherence.”

She started. "We are all humans.. you and me. We are equally perishable and mortal which sometimes makes us believe that our existence has no point since we were basically born at the verge of death. The word mortal itself suggest someone who is born to die and yet I do not think of mortality as a curse but more like a favour from God. You see it's not about how long you have to live but what you do with the time you have to live. I could live 1 billion years as some supernatural entity without a purpose and someone to hold dear to me and that would mean that my existence is pointless

I’m not going to let him hedge around the matter this time. And to my surprise, he doesn’t. "I’m a vampire.” A heavy silence hangs between us. “No you’re not.” I laugh, and it sounds high pitched and not like me. “Vampires don’t exist.” “They do.” His voice is quiet, but firm. “You’ve read the stories. Seen the movies. Vampires are real and they exist to kill humans.” Ice slips through me, but I ignore it. He's messing with me. “You couldn’t exist," I say.