Further Testing

It's not like sampling pond water was going to help me with psyche research, unless the algae i needed to examine suddenly started have an existential crises. fuck gen eds. james slipped through the door and dumped his backpack onto his bed.

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Furnace of Stars, part 5

The station was devoid of life. The quietness of it all felt almost funereal. A crypt. There was no heat, either, which left everything near freezing cold. A thin layer of frost was forming on all surfaces now that there was air that could...

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Another marginally silly Echo fanfic

What horrible things he had said to his own son, trying to vent his nightmares by giving him an existential dread. "dad" rj said, hugging him, "even if i'm not real, i still love you.

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Tamati at the Dragon's Heir 1

They do not have to ponder long for this existential situation as a massive shadow flies overhead, delivering a mighty roar that thrums through the sky and down to their chests.

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The Twilight Dragon

This is a commission for Xilimyth (FurAffinity.net) Warning: This story contains transformation, growth, macro, mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, breast expansion, butt growth, muscle expansion and severe (yet sexy) destruction. Xilimyth...

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The Featherweight - An Intro

Didn't mean to get all existential for a minute there." "love you, too." the phone went silent. he pushed a few icons on the device before setting it down. soon the sounds of rock music filled the bathroom.

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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (13)

A wave of existential crisis washes over you. is it possible that you are inhabited by multiple people? is this some sort of disorder? are you merely a puppet in the grand scheme of things!? are you even real!?

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Farewell, my detective. (Nº1)

It looks like a existential question, right? well, in my case is more literal than that. i don't know exactly how to tell you my story, precisely because i don't know much either. but it all started in an alley a year ago.

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From The Desk of Daniel Ross: Sleepless Nights

I write this now not because of my own existential fears, but because of that of a friend, which caused memories of an evening from about a year ago to resurface. it was a bit past seven at the time.

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Mirror Mirror, On the Wall

The agony that followed, both physical and existential, was unlike anything i'd ever felt. my head smacked against the rear wall of the shower, only adding to my already insurmountable agony.

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Rebecca at the beach

She'd never end up with a bun in the oven, million to one chance or no, and never go through the existential angst some experienced when they wondered if their new body had the same soul as the one on its way to being some sea beast's bowel movement.

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