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I_AmGeeWayThis is a Pilot. I will start this story if it gets to 5 diamonds.(note : this is not my first time writing. but it is on here. I have more writing of mine at Thing Short story and Rawr to my XD
this is indeed a psychological horror(as it is my favorite to write along with paranormal horror) with elements of cosmic horror.
(Inspired by "No Longer Human" by Osamu Dasai)
swear warning
with that, here is :
Something
This is not a story of a hero. This is not a story of someone completing their life's purpose. This is a story about somebody losing themself. And there is nothing they can do to stop it. There is no happily ever after, and there's sure as shit no princess to save.
A man walks down the street alone, only stopping to check the time on his watch. He laughs to himself, then continues walking. It was not a "Ha Ha funny" laugh, but almost like a lie in a way. Not that there is anyone to lie to around him to begin with though. Well, nobody but himself. He lies to himself fairly often actually, one with a fake positivity, like a white lie in a way. But in his head he doesn't even realize it.
And the reason for his laughing makes it even stranger. See, the lie of a laugh that escaped his mouth is just a way to cope with his own confusion. Not in a healthy way either. The little hands on the man's watch read 6:30pm. What felt like only an hour ago it read as 1pm. He's been walking since he left his house this morning and hasn't stopped since. But this world likes to play tricks on him. Mental tricks. At least he thinks so. He also thinks that whatever brought him to this world is what's keeping him here. But he's wrong for the most part.
The truth is, this man is insane. But not in the way you think someone like him would be. When you hear insane, you probably jump to something like schizophrenia where you hear voices that sound real and see hallucinations in the corner of your eye, or maybe split personality disorder, which it itself isn't really known as insane by those who experience it. The reality is that this man is a nut. Crazy. Out of his head. And not just me and you know this. Everyone who sees him can tell. It's obvious. The way he treats everyone like they're some NPCs that aren't real human beings.
Because this isn't a different world he's in. This is our world. But still, day after day he looks for the signs that don't exist that point to the "imaginary friend" that is apparently keeping him in this strange world. Yet even if he had all the time til the world was crumbling around him, he still wouldn't find this person. Because the only thing that's really keeping him here is his mind. And he lost his mind long ago.
It hard to find the exact moment he finally couldn't find his brain. It could have been when he was a boy, teen, or maybe even a week ago. Well, I guess it would have had to be at least a year ago, considering when he started believing these things. How can I tell you ask? Well, that's when he started shouting about it on the street.
In the end, he just wants the world to not be full of fear anymore. That's what the laugh is for, that's what everything's for. That's why you're reading this right now. Deep down that truly is the reason why we look towards horror for entertainment purposes. We tell ourselves that it's because we want to be scared, but let's be honest, it's not the truth. Deep down it's our little monkey brains just trying to get over our irrational fears that haunt us from the inside out to back inside, like a vortex created when you hold a mirror up to another. Some people go as far to say they can act as a portal for the supernatural, and sure, there may not be much proof of that theory, but can you disprove it?
That's the truth. You can't disprove anything, but our stupid minds think we need to for one shitty excuse for a reason or another. For some, it's to feed their ego, for some it may be fame, money, maybe even just for the chance to prove someone wrong. Whatever the reason, it's idiotic. But it's not really our fault. Yet at the same time it is. The reason for this can be summed up to one word; society. That and pressure from said word.
In a way it's also the reason for this man's lack of sanity. So in a way, is he really crazy, or is that just a label we put on him so that we seem more superior to him?
hi people. Thanks for reading. If this pilot gets to 10 diamonds I will write the first chapter. If not:
I'm still gonna :D.
Just not on here. Separately so that I can actually get it published someday.
(info for the future chapters : I will make the regular chapters longer (I will also design a cover photo too) and I'm thinking of making it in the man's perspective. I also like the idea of not giving him a name maybe? I feel like it adds a sense of mystery to the story that I like ^o^.)
anyways pls any tips are accepted and ideas will be taken into mind for the future (I've always kinda come up with a prompt in my head then just let the story take whatever course it want tbh with all my stuff)
BYYYYEEEEE (>///-///<)
this is indeed a psychological horror(as it is my favorite to write along with paranormal horror) with elements of cosmic horror.
(Inspired by "No Longer Human" by Osamu Dasai)
swear warning
with that, here is :
Something
This is not a story of a hero. This is not a story of someone completing their life's purpose. This is a story about somebody losing themself. And there is nothing they can do to stop it. There is no happily ever after, and there's sure as shit no princess to save.
A man walks down the street alone, only stopping to check the time on his watch. He laughs to himself, then continues walking. It was not a "Ha Ha funny" laugh, but almost like a lie in a way. Not that there is anyone to lie to around him to begin with though. Well, nobody but himself. He lies to himself fairly often actually, one with a fake positivity, like a white lie in a way. But in his head he doesn't even realize it.
And the reason for his laughing makes it even stranger. See, the lie of a laugh that escaped his mouth is just a way to cope with his own confusion. Not in a healthy way either. The little hands on the man's watch read 6:30pm. What felt like only an hour ago it read as 1pm. He's been walking since he left his house this morning and hasn't stopped since. But this world likes to play tricks on him. Mental tricks. At least he thinks so. He also thinks that whatever brought him to this world is what's keeping him here. But he's wrong for the most part.
The truth is, this man is insane. But not in the way you think someone like him would be. When you hear insane, you probably jump to something like schizophrenia where you hear voices that sound real and see hallucinations in the corner of your eye, or maybe split personality disorder, which it itself isn't really known as insane by those who experience it. The reality is that this man is a nut. Crazy. Out of his head. And not just me and you know this. Everyone who sees him can tell. It's obvious. The way he treats everyone like they're some NPCs that aren't real human beings.
Because this isn't a different world he's in. This is our world. But still, day after day he looks for the signs that don't exist that point to the "imaginary friend" that is apparently keeping him in this strange world. Yet even if he had all the time til the world was crumbling around him, he still wouldn't find this person. Because the only thing that's really keeping him here is his mind. And he lost his mind long ago.
It hard to find the exact moment he finally couldn't find his brain. It could have been when he was a boy, teen, or maybe even a week ago. Well, I guess it would have had to be at least a year ago, considering when he started believing these things. How can I tell you ask? Well, that's when he started shouting about it on the street.
In the end, he just wants the world to not be full of fear anymore. That's what the laugh is for, that's what everything's for. That's why you're reading this right now. Deep down that truly is the reason why we look towards horror for entertainment purposes. We tell ourselves that it's because we want to be scared, but let's be honest, it's not the truth. Deep down it's our little monkey brains just trying to get over our irrational fears that haunt us from the inside out to back inside, like a vortex created when you hold a mirror up to another. Some people go as far to say they can act as a portal for the supernatural, and sure, there may not be much proof of that theory, but can you disprove it?
That's the truth. You can't disprove anything, but our stupid minds think we need to for one shitty excuse for a reason or another. For some, it's to feed their ego, for some it may be fame, money, maybe even just for the chance to prove someone wrong. Whatever the reason, it's idiotic. But it's not really our fault. Yet at the same time it is. The reason for this can be summed up to one word; society. That and pressure from said word.
In a way it's also the reason for this man's lack of sanity. So in a way, is he really crazy, or is that just a label we put on him so that we seem more superior to him?
hi people. Thanks for reading. If this pilot gets to 10 diamonds I will write the first chapter. If not:
I'm still gonna :D.
Just not on here. Separately so that I can actually get it published someday.
(info for the future chapters : I will make the regular chapters longer (I will also design a cover photo too) and I'm thinking of making it in the man's perspective. I also like the idea of not giving him a name maybe? I feel like it adds a sense of mystery to the story that I like ^o^.)
anyways pls any tips are accepted and ideas will be taken into mind for the future (I've always kinda come up with a prompt in my head then just let the story take whatever course it want tbh with all my stuff)
BYYYYEEEEE (>///-///<)
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Update #1 : by I_AmGeeWay 07/03/2025 12:33:14 pmJuly 3, 2025 @ 4:33 pm UTC
This will be instead 5 diamonds, not 10
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