Irony Stories

She is a fairy, but not one of those little girls who love flowers and wear pastel. No, she's a pessimistic tromatized bitch working for the government. Well, not a bitch because she acts like one but because she dosn't care about anything anymore. She works for a agence that keeps sending her team on missions more ridiculous and deadly then the next. She is the first fairy to ever have learned blood magic. It's probably killing her, but she doesn't really give a damn. She never was like the others. She always knew that fucking job would be the death of her. She just doesn't care enough to ask for a raise. Those are the weird adventures of a fairy who has nothing to lose, weird ass colleges and a shity job. That's Holga Del Louba's story (yes her name sounds funny, no she can't change it and yes she's over it) This story is me having fun, breaking loose. Lots of swearing and bullshit happening. That's the only reason for age thing, there's no sex or gore. It's really funny. Just warning you it is not serious. If you need a good laugh, come spend a day at HYDRO! You will regret it!

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

just poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).

Segregation is a theater of meanings, blending myth, satire, and urban irony. The book explores power, dependency, illusion, and the impossibility of escape, turning architecture, rituals, and social mechanisms into metaphors for inner and systemic struggle.

Just a collected works of poetry, in no specific order, about anything and everything. Many will allude to Whitman since I am currently studying him in my creative writing class.

In a city that feels familiar yet subtly off-Mihail, a young university student navigates the intricate and often absurd world of human ambition, curiosity and conformity. Alongside him, a donkey wanders the streets, a silent and ironic witness to human folly.

"You know we could have a really deep and emotional conversation now about friendship and trust and the wonderful dynamics of life but you've got that look on your face again." He sighed. "What look?" "You know, just that look you always have." "You mean just my fucking face?" "Whatever it is it looks fed up right now and if I didn't know better I would say jealous but I do know better and I'm fairly sure you're just hungry." The analogy was embarrassing but fair enough until he muttered "or thirsty," at the end which earnt him another glare that he basically didn't notice, too busy waving at Chann and counting down on his fingers in the desperate attempt to see Chann just fucking neck whatever alcohol he was holding now. 🖤 Now Complete 🖤 What happens when looking for an escape from reality actually works, but not in the way you had thought. And it's all because of those damn neighbours. Sorry for how long the chapters are. Comedy/ Romance/ Fantasy

Abstract terms expressing themselves.

Presenting short stories, in a dramatically aesthetic way, which I may have jotted during wintery midnights. It's a self reciprocation and dwellnes in contours of life, gently averting through seasons, solitude, relationships, in puzzled form.

this is what happens when you make bad decisions with your friends at 3 am i swear we don't do crack edit: we worked on it for two hours, thanks to Izzy and Elaine for the much appreciated help

This book contains my rants and ideas in a satire form. If ever a certain article offends you, please continue reading. ;) And enjoy.

Plagued by misfortune and paranoia, Emily seeks solace from mystic Madame Vespera, only to uncover a tarot deck that traps souls forever. A chilling horror short about desperation, fate, and an unbreakable cycle. One reading changes everything... #Horror #TwistEnding #Cursed

A story about a girl who has had a crush on the same guy for 3 years! Finally things start "heating up" an start to go her way hen he figures this out. "Danielle I would never leave you" said Jayson

Sophie Vance, the description of a business oriented woman. But a dark past can't be hidden forever. Will she be able to keep kiki a secret while balancing Xavier and Zara?

Youngers ideals

Despite being a daughter of poseidon and biological sister to Percy, yuri Jackson is terrified of thunderstorms. But when a new camper comes.....everything changes Bianca is alive still These are not my characters except for a few, Full credit to rick Riordan Storyline credit to @dancingfairylights

The authority is asking the people of Freiheit to hide in sealed off cities due to a potentially apocalyptic threat outside. No one buys this because of the numerous conspiracies surrounding the failing government. However a scientist Richard H. Bauer knows that the threat is real, he desperately wants to bring his old and weak grandfather to the city so he can live the rest of his life peacefully.

A tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and where the digital and the surreal dance in intricate patterns. These verses explore the boundaries of reality and creativity, from fractals blooming in poetic form to the wit that grapples with the ineffable.

This is a silly poem/short story about an individual who set upon making a Blackbird Pie. Unfortunately (or most fortunately), things don't quite as planned. ["Aids Orphans Remembered"]

Short musings of a sad boy