Misanthropy Stories

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

It's an apocalypse. No, not a zombie apocalypse; an apocalypse caused by a vicious mutation of the common flu-virus. Plenty of species have gone extinct by disease, famine, overpopulation, lack of resources. It's humanity's turn.

Una oda a la misantropía, al nihilismo y al vacío existencial más profundo posible.

"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||

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.

A family vacation leads misanthropic and asocial outcast Elliott Hier to delve into his polytheistic faith in a way that will irreversibly change his views and future.

True Harrison is a plant loving shut in who was just out for their weekly food shop. but of course the zombie apocalypse just had to begin! now not only do I have to survive the apocalypse I have to deal with these groups of annoying survivors all the time! I just want to be left alone! (This story has a sarcastic and awkward main character but as many zombie stories it will have gore descriptions and heart breaking moment. Its still a work in progress so I guess TRIGGER WARNING for blood, gut, gore and swearing?)

[an au in in which the avengers dont exist] Misanthropy /mɪˈzanθrəpi,mɪˈsanθrəpi/ noun a dislike of humankind. "the streak of misanthropy in his nature" synonyms:hatred of mankind, antisocial behaviour, cynicism, scepticism, reclusiveness ❇❇ "It's odd, really. The person you trusted to keep you safe, turned out to be the person you were hiding from all along." ❇❇ SHORT CHAPTERS

algorithms designed to achieve sincerity

Una estúpida que estaba en el momento y lugar equivocado.

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...

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.

I wrote this coz I'm sad

do you feel how they do?

small shit

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

Nothing is more frightening than the mirror. This might be a little unsettling to read.

covid story ideas - rough/working notes