Misanthropy Stories

A tale of Ame-a teenager struggling to find the meaning behind everything, questioning what life truly is and searching for a spark that makes her breathe with purpose. Then-there comes Miyuki.

Some say it's just a game... I say otherwise...

Slightly pessimistic and nihilistic but how can anyone live in this fucking hellhole and not be?

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The tale of Mephistopheles coming to terms with his misanthropistic turmoil.

Trigger Warning: This book contents sins and depressing things though not all is that sad. No minor should read this. Also sensitive and empathetic ones shouldn't as well. Here I pour all my heart cravings and griefs. Is a book where I can clean my soul by vomiting here what storms me and doesn't let me sleep. This book is a method of meditation for me. If you want to read it is okay but I didn't plan to someone read it so just ignore it.

A misanthropist:

Alfred is a misanthrope and independent video game developer who dreams of isolating himself from the rest of world. In order to do this , he invents a machine that would allow him to teleport himself into the game Real Life Simulator 3D, a game that he created by himself. But, during the process of teleportation, a lighting bolt stikes the electric pylon that supplies the house of Alfred with electricity, causing an error in the script of the machine. When Alfred wakes up, he find out that he was teleported in the wrong game, not in the peaceful life simulator, but in his recently created game : The Clan War, a very difficult and dangerous strategy game. Will Alfred manage to survive in this game and to come back in his world?

Serendipity [ser-uhn-dip-i-tee]: noun, finding something good and unexpected; accidental good fortune. After a disastrous junior year, Kat Shaw wants nothing more than to disappear, but moving to Steel Bay, Maine to live with her estranged aunt will have to do. Despite her best efforts, Kat finds herself quickly becoming friends with a tight knit trio of misfits which includes the secretive and sarcastic Blake Eaton. Kat knows that she should keep her distance, but there's something about Blake that makes her think there's more to him than a surly attitude and questionable habits. Blake Eaton doesn't believe in love, or rather, he doesn't want to. He just wants to get the hell out of Steel Bay by any means necessary. When the new girl in town is suddenly thrust into his life, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Kat is a mystery to him, with a broken smile and scars that go beyond skin deep. Blake is determined to figure her out, but he may just end up getting closer to her than he intended. Kat and Blake both have haunting pasts, making it difficult for them to trust, but can they push aside their insecurities and find a bit of this thing called serendipity.

I'm Damarius Nox. Now, people seem to think I'm not right in the head. *chuckles* , If I'm not so "right in the head", then tell me, what the hell does "right in the head" mean to this disgraceful disgusting abomination we call humankind? You see, you have to understand that nothing in this world matters. Ironic. We're all made up of matter, yet we don't. People ask me, "What is your specific type?" (In killing they mean). Well I tell them, "The 'human' type."

I wrote this coz I'm sad

A short poem about feeling malice and care at the same time.

Fourteen-year-old OLIVIER LAZULI is the Crown Prince of the Elysian Empire - an empire which, thanks to their unique magical powers, has made them the ruling monopoly over the Realms for the last 200 years. Only Elysians possess the ability to naturally harness aether- the world's energy in a mineralised form- and the Lazuli family, bloodline descendants of the First King LAPIS LAZULI, boast the most powerful magic of all Elysians. Except for Olivier. In fact, he seems to have no magical ability whatsoever. Nada. Zilch. No matter how many complex spells and incantations he memorises, nothing comes out. And unfortunately for him, this could have disastrous consequences for an empire which is already grappling with a myriad of other problems - humans are beginning to create their own technologies to rival the Elysians' natural power, the beast-like Arrhenians are jostling for more territory, aether stores are drying up, and rumours of a long-forgotten prophecy citing the empire's doom have begun circling in the Colonies... En route to a diplomatic mission to the human capital of Inverell with his mother, QUEEN MIRA, Olivier is attacked by a mysterious entity. After passing out, he wakes to find himself in the slums of Inverell, with no sign of Mira and no memory of how he got there. He is found by LEO, a human boy from the streets who has no great love of Elysians and their oppressive rule. Leo, however, is very interested in obtaining the Flute of Lazarus, an ancient Elysian artefact whose bounty has been posted on the black market for an enormous amount of gold - and Olivier's royal lineage presents the perfect opportunity to get it. With no other way to get home, Olivier reluctantly teams up with Leo to steal this priceless family heirloom from the resting place of LAPIS LAZULI in Crim Tartarus, the Realm of the Dead - and while he's there, maybe even ask the old ghost some advice on how to fix his magical deficiency and potentially save the empire...

My Mom said I have a problema' and can't stick with one story. I think she's right. So, to get past my horrible habit I created..BUM! BUM! BUM! "Creepy. Right?" So, when I wanna' post a new story I say,"Tyra! No! Post it in, Creepy. Right?." Then after I do it I pat myself on the head and say,"Goood Job!" In my stories folder I have more than 30 other stories in my other folder that says,"Stories that I will Come Back too". I have a really bad habit. XD The ones in here are just the samples. This is nothing compared to what I have stored on my laptop. XD This also has short stories that I decided to write. If I write them. :3

I'm Jo, a self-proclaimed misanthrope, meaning I hate everyone and everything around me. But like everything in life, there are exceptions.

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