Stories that stuck with you

I suppose, if it counts as a story, The Way Of Men really stuck with me since I read it at age 16.
Definitely changed how I viewed masculinity and brought to light a lot of issues I saw in guys around my area.

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Metro 2033. First time I read it, I think it was ten years ago, give or take. Everything about it sticked with me. The bleak aftermath of a nuclear war, how people would try to live in the subways, the society, the horrors etc. It was a great read and the ending was excellent.
 
Not a novel, but a legend. The Three living and Three Dead.
Three princes are out hunting in the woods when they encounter three corpses in various states of decay, who warn them that one day their riches and beauty will fade, and they will be foul corpses just like the apparitions. They urge the princes to remember the transitory nature of earthly wealth, and the finality of death.

Bonus points for this creepy ass illustration, which haunts me to this day
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I was probably 13 when I read Harlan Ellison's The Deathbird.

Only about 15 pages. Finished and put the book down. Thought about it for a few minutes, then said, "Well, I'm an atheist now." :neckbeard:
 
I was perhaps 10. Someone left the TV on past midnight and it was showing a (doubtless severely cut) version of this Japanese film.

I did not understand it but it shook me up, seeing an older woman becoming hopelessly obsessed with a younger woman. My fascination and dread was doubtless owing to my catching the very confusing final part of the film, where the characters in this bizarre love triangle (the two women and the husband of the older woman) take turns interrogating the others, ending in the older woman's mental breakdown and suicide. For years I tried to track down this film, but what I found first was the much more famous 1964 film based on the same story. To be frank the older film is much more coherent and in general much better than the 1983 film I saw as a child, but I still had that nagging desire to see the '83 film in its entirety. I managed to get hold of it last year, saw it; it is indeed not very good, but I can die happy.

See the 1964 film if you can. It depicts the story of a married, lonely woman being caught in the web of erotic manipulation by a young and beautiful sociopath. The 1983 film is just about an unhinged woman. Also, The Berlin Affair by Liliana Cavani is the same story being transplanted in Nazi Germany and is just as haunting as the 1964 film.
 
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In high school, I was in the journalism program, and my advisor and I ended up getting super close. She became like a mother to me.

Anyway, one time I just asked her what her first major assignment as an established reporter was, and she told me her story:

When she was around 18 in Los Angeles in 1986, she went to Cerritos to report on the damages from a mid-air collision that killed all 67 people on the plane, and I think 15 people on the ground.

Well, she went out to the scene, only six minutes after the response people started rushing to cover, not even bag up, the bodies. There were a lot of people screaming and crying, but she said that the eeriest thing was the people who were still in shock just staggering around in a daze. She said they looked like literal zombies, with blood, torn clothes, smoke, everything.

Now for the worst part.

I made a point to mention that she got there just as the clean up people/investigators did, because she said as she was wandering around looking for answers, at 18, she stepped on something "thick and crunchy, like a football full of pebbles." She looked down, and it was a foot.

Just a foot. No body attached. She said, (and at this point, this was my first time in three years seeing her so shaken, talking about this), she threw her head up to scream, and saw what she guessed was the rest of the body, mangled, torn, and pretty much fused to the tree in front of her.
 
For me it has to be The Angelmaker, by Flemish writer Stefan Brijs. I remember not being able to put that book down and reading until late into the night.
 
Black Beauty killed me man. I was like 12 or something and had to go wake my parents up in the middle of the night because dude, the poor horse goes through all this shit and at the end the only friend he has is the one that almost murdered him wtf. He didn't even get to see the nice taxi man again! That was the only reason I kept reading after Ginger died, thinking he'd have a nice reunion with his mother or the taxi man or somebody he had an actual connection with and also wasn't an idiot. :'(

On the side of "I actually liked this story", The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin. It's a short story, so I'd really recommend reading it, but if you don't care then I'll give a brief description and my thoughts below.

It was published in the 1890's. The protagonist, who has heart problems, is in a repressive and loveless, but necessary, marriage. She is gently told of her husband's death in a railway accident by the maid, and subsequently locks herself in her room. Her hysterical sobbing and laughter is taken to be extreme grief by the maid, but she's actually sorely relieved; she's "free! body and soul free". She spends a few minutes (possibly an hour, reflecting the title of the story), dreaming of the springs and summers ahead, what she can do now that he's gone, how good life seems, and just staring out the window, crying. After calming down, she exits her room to go back with the others, but while descending the stairs the front door opens and her husband walks in; the reports of his death had been a mistake. The shock and despair agitates her heart problem, killing her. The doctors, ironically, blame her heart attack on the overwhelming joy she must have felt at seeing him.

It stuck with me for a couple reasons; I had never read a story with this sort of premise, at least not where the wife is covertly happy about his death, with her thoughts being more of freedom and second chances then "the bastard had it coming to him." It was wonderful to read a story that successfully relates the feeling of utter...bewildered happiness when you finally get something you never thought would happen, only to have it snatched away so quickly, sending you further into depression and despair then you were before. And the ending was bittersweet to me; next to being without a husband, death was probably the best thing for her, considering.

It just struck me as a well written, solid little story, and the overall tone really hit home with me (not for marital or relationship reasons, jsjs.)
 
Five Centimeters per Second: it's a Makoto Shinkai film and possibly the anime equivalent of The Notebook. Flawed, but I still loved it. I still really wanna see Your Name, though.
East of Eden: lengthy John Steinbeck novel. Read it my sophomore year in high school and holy shit that was a trip. I bawled my eyes out at the end. It's a really good read, tbh.
Fullmetal Alchemist: first manga I ever read all the way through. Hughes' death and funeral broke me.
Yotsuba&!: comfy as fuck.
Battle Royale: do I have to explain this one?

TL;DR: am weeaboo.
 
There's several stories, or even books I could mention, but the piece that sticks out the most is one of Aesop's Fables: The Fox and the Crow.

It's such a simple story, but the message remains timeless. Be careful who you trust, and not everyone who speaks positively is necessarily a "good" person.
 
One of the greatest short stories I ever read was by Fritz Leiber, and it's called "A Pail of Air."

The premise is pretty simple. The Earth gets jerked out of its orbit by a passing black hole and dragged into interstellar space. The planet freezes.

People desperately try to survive in this impossible situation. This was published in 1951. This was also actually aired on radio in 1956.
 
There were a few, I'll share this one for now:

The Kimberley Story (They Live In The Walls)


An allegedly 'true story' this teacher named Ed Hermanski tells his students about this one kid he knew who had a really gruesome, paranormal experience.
The teacher tells the story in a super compelling manner and I was hooked from the beginning to end, regardless of this being true or not.

And yes, you definitely need to hear the story being told by the guy himself (which is why I posted an instance where he was recorded right there ^^^). I only found a transcript on this random person's Tumblr, so if you really need to read along, look here. (archive)
 
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