Cynicism Stories

|ONC 2026| AMBASSADOR'S PICK - ROUND 2 QUALIFIER - ROUND THREE QUALIFIER - ROUND TWO QUALIFIER - ROUND ONE ------------------------------------------------------ When Terra is doomed, humanity's final hope is sent into the unknown aboard a vessel meant to carry life beyond extinction. But humanity's future falls to those who were never meant to hold it. Unintentionally trapped aboard the ship, Derrin Muely becomes a silent witness to the unraveling of humanity's last survivors, forced to watch as fear, ambition, and control drive them to destroy one another. Left alone in the vast quiet of space, Derrin turns inward. Through fragments of memory and reflection, he confronts a life spent searching for purpose, measuring his worth, and fearing failure, only to find that meaning may never have been something to discover at all. At the edge of existence, with no one left to see him, Derrin must face a final question: If life has no audience, no legacy, and no greater purpose, what does it mean to keep living?

"Graphic Arts degree A hatred of bodies And here we are."

My name's Mckenzia Stroud, and I love a lot of things. The sound of my father's laugh. My adorable half-brother, Cosmo. The taste of strawberries. Playing vibraphone. Garrett Walker, the only other percussionist in the school, has a nasty habit of forgetting that he is not included in that list. If anything, I'd be more than happy to add him to the comprehensive list of things I hate. He can go right up there at the top. Just below my sister's drinking, my mother's new marriage(s), and the taste of said sister's liquor. Alcohol is an acquired taste, but the flavor of that cynic of a marimbist will never be welcome on my lips.

"Now as to my part of the bargain. You must arrange a date for me as well." "No" he firmly said. Furious I turned him towards me. "What do you mean by no?" "No, I won't." "Why not?" Silence. I introduced you to Zoya. Now it's your turn to keep your end of the bargain. More silence. "Are you even listening to me?" Some more silence. Bewildered, I almost shouted, "Zain! I am talking to you, damn it." In a quick movement, he turned towards me, his eyes red. He held me by my waist, pushed me against the walls, closed the space between us and smashed his lips against mine. _________________________________ Alishba, a simple girl with a dynamic mind, a rising star in the world of technology, opens her heart and let Zain Ahmed, her childhood crush and a handsome and conceited smug, in. Their love story is nothing short of a fairytale untill she uncovers dark secrets he's been keeping from her. Distraught, she struggles to bring her life back on track, and work on her newly acquired cynicism when she encounters Dan, an F1 racer and the most attractive, trustworthy, mysterious and affectionate person she's ever met. Just when she thought she's finally found her peace and nothing could go wrong, her world turns upside down. She's forced to choose between her childhood love, her revenge and her future. . . . . For, Dan had secrets of his own.

At the risk of sounding dramatic I would call it a glimpse within the depths of many layers that surround our everyday lives. I would hope that you read and realize that someone else sees things as they are too.

(Y/N) was no different than most kids his age. He liked to spend time with his friends on the playground. He had an overactive imagination. He admired heroes, and he wanted to be one. Then again, (Y/N) was pretty different in other ways. He was a bit more intelligent than most of the others, and a little less athletic. He was a bit less social, spending more time studying than most of his friends did. Oh, and he couldn't be a hero. He had no Quirk, after all. His body of flesh was powerless. So... why not replace it with something else? [This is an M!Reader story, a BNHA/Mega Man X crossover. There may be eventual shipping, probably with Hatsume Mei for obvious reasons.]

just a collection of poems I wrote

What sort of things happen in the future/ a blogger/content writer's perspective. Cynical in approach

lil poem-y thing. love sucks and so does everything else. xx.

Short stories about time: its nature and its effect.

it's a bunch of one shots. based on ideas I didn't think were worthy.

Assorted poetry and prose. Basically a journal filled with cynicism and hope.

A fine book of "must read" poems. For from romance and heartache was poetry born.

An introduction worthy of a king.

Miriam Young has an old-fashioned name and lives an equally old-fashioned life in the small town of Gardendale with her best friend Inigo Cortes. While plagued with blinding cynicism she meets Gemma Oserfield, an optimistic light that threatens to change Miriam's dark world. An unforgettable journey of finding hope in darkness ensues, and all it all began with a purchase of Forget Me Nots at a flower shop.

Eloise Govey would never tell anyone that she has never had it easy, and life was too hard without the most famous burden in the world-Love. Callum Newman is a gentle soul and counsellor who's only ever seen people hurt by Love. Eloise is the broken one, but Callum is the one who might need saving.

Being dedicated to pure skepticism could land you in some difficult situations.

There is no use to keep exhuming what is meant to come assunder. Nothing seems to last forever, except the memories and experiences brought by those who lay. Yet, a Dragoon Knight has the task and a desire to rebuild everything as it was once before, including the revenant who is tied to her by a lack of what was once his identity (Based on Katherine Frost's Persistence of Memory).

This is not baseline cinema. This is a sonic assault on the social script. Read only if you have a high tolerance for the rot.