Истории Misanthropy

Unreality is a mysterious phenomenon that appears to take place when mentally unstable individuals project the contents of their subconscious onto reality, distorting the very fabric of space and transforming the surrounding environment into a perilous mindscape which reflects their innermost thoughts and feelings. An organization was created to deal with such incidents, and Virgil is one of its agents. He keeps a carefully cultivated solitary lifestyle, but his self-inflicted isolation is challenged when he meets Ariadne, a girl coping with sorrow and grief after the loss of her twin brother. The two begin to form a bond, but as Virgil comes across more and more cases of unreality, his own psyche starts to unravel, forcing him to confront his own mental scars and deep-seated feelings of alienation.

mis·an·thrope ˈmis(ə)nˌTHrōp,ˈmiz(ə)n noun a person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.

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."

Not long after the previous Kinder Cosmic... It is a most special event! The unveiling of a new piece of technology that NASA has recently developed will soon take place within an auditorium of which our heroes have all been invited as honored guests. Luna, Alpha, Jorg and one excited little puppy dog all wait eager with anticipation for what lies ahead: Alpha: This is a really dumbass idea...

do you feel how they do?

Every aspiring writer dreams of producing the greatest literary work of their time. It is no different for Travis, although he hasnt been able to start on his work. This short story reveals the thoughts of one writer and his search for meaning.

I will make you believe you are lovely.

Syd is living on the edge of his broken psyche when he comes across the person he had been waiting his entire life to meet. As things flourish, the rude awakening of the edict "nothing gold can stay" changes the tune of Syd's life as he finds out a truth that is completely devastating. And in the world of mental illness, this is a particularly harsh reality where Syd has to make a difficult decision on what he has to give up in his life. But even a broken drum has to keep beating. The entire story has been published from Chapter 1 to the Epilogue. It is broken into three parts, each quite distinct from the others as Syd's life is altered dramatically. This thing is a labor of love. After completing the story, I realized how much it meant to me personally. I learned things about myself I did not know until I wrote it. I feel as if from writing "Sound of a Broken Drum", my life has changed. In the way I perceive it and in the way I perceive the world around me. This story is not for everyone. There are a lot of people I know who would never want to read something like this. It's not for the apathetic, the privileged, the ones who coast and indulge in the bullshit. I know a lot of people like that. Maybe I wrote it as a means to get away from them. There are certainly people I feel who would read something like this. The mentally-pained, the loners, introverts, the lonely, those who struggle through the everyday things many people take for granted. Those who know too much. And feel too much. I know what that is like. And I know this is why I wrote it. Because we can share each other's experiences through words, no one has to ever feel like they are alone, regardless of how distant the world is. And regardless of how much trash and clutter from society there is in the way of your field of vision, always know there are those few you will find who will make the struggle well-worth it. Hope you enjoy the story, beautiful soul.

Rowan is whispered about throughout the land and feared by many. They tell the tale of her talent, spreading them into gruesome stories that keep the little ones up at night. They want nothing to do with her and her talent, keeping her at bay within the depths of a forest, where she lives. Rowan may be isolated, but she couldn't be happier, surrounded by the one thing she loves: nature. But when she receives an unexpected visit from someone in need of the one thing people fear, will her fate alter quicker than she imagined possible? Cover Designer: lumierutsuki

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?

Poetry written by a romantic-misanthrophe guy.

My collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.

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.

"To be honest, none of us really belong anywhere, but we're all outsiders and outsiders tend to band together like their own island of misfit toys." -Violet Zykin, Flowers. Marie thought her heart was okay. Derek thought that he was alone. Violet thought that being subordinate to her sister didn't bother her. Shamshad thought that he could survive his parents expectations. Rose was sick of being 'perfect'. What happens when all their lives are changed? ||RATED PG13 FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, TOUGH TOPICS||

The grey aliens known as Alpha and Jorg have settled into their home away from home upon our Earth; tucked away in an MIT laboratory. As they regail one another with stories of the many Earthly activities in which they've participated in order to pass copious amounts of time and the ever looming weight of boredom. One very mysterious, yet very forbodingly funky tune echoes throughout the Cosmos; serving as a kind of esoteric warning of things yet to come...

Reaching out for the stars leads to a downfall of hope. Reaching out for help burdens those important. Being a deep and unwelcoming, the world just like the sky is dotted with beams of light persisting not allowing darkness to take over. Remember that. Be that light. Don't submerge in darkness sooner than you should. A collection of poetry.

Sometime ago, in the earlier history of our Solar System... A lone little grey scampers excitedly acrossed the rust ridden, rocky surface of a once considered long forgotten Mars. Eventually he comes to a halt, then meticulously places upon it's arid soil one small lawn chair accompanied by a large boom box on which he presses a button that causes the device to vibrate and tremble as it emits a melody throughout the cosmos. As he does so; the long undisturbed dust of Mars's surface commences to twist and turn in time with the boom box's ever unfolding melody. It's lyrics speaking in a most forboding tone of an oncoming storm... Of change... Of inevitability... Of one little blue planet soon to find itself tilted on it's axis...

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