Historias de Mockery

He analyzed him. He critiqued him. He insulted him. So he seeks his revenge... In eighth grade, we had the English assignment to write a suspense short story, having read classics like The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe, and even getting to watch a couple episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents. I wrote this story for the assignment in November of 2023, and while I thought it was fantastic at the time, and it still is for eighth graders (I ended up getting 100s in all categories), at least before a lot more people started cheating with AI, it's a little goofy now that I look back on it. Still, since I thought it was an interesting story I wrote, especially with it being the first story I've written that I was actually pretty proud of, I decided to publish it unedited for you all to enjoy, one part at a time. I believe it will be a great way to see how much I've changed as a writer over time, from eighth grade to now and the future, as I continue writing more short stories, and hopefully, a series / novel eventually! Enjoy!

A poetic criticism of self-proclaimed philosophers and spiritual thinkers, exposing them of what they truly are

Are you ready to cringe at cliches? Let's face it. Romance is full of cliche. I am on a mission to bring them to you in the form of terrible oneshots and rants. Enjoy. (If you can)

"Crow! Crow! Look, there is a human crow here!" Born into a family with blonde hair, Corneille, who has hair as dark as ebony, has always received mockery from the neighborhood. Corneille's meticulous and distinctive appearance and personality since childhood led the people around them to call her "crow". At first, the mockery was not meant to be harmful, but as time went by, the mockery was like a prison that curbed Corneille's self-confidence. Will Corneille be able to rise from her insecurities and explore her true self?

A grinning skeleton buried in cursed soil waits beneath a ruined fortress, its eternal laughter echoing through the night.

What can hurt more than seeing your own family bully you and calling you names because of your skin color. Join Yolanda on this bitter Sweet journey.

For over 20 years Puthenveettil Raman Madhavan Nair's wife Eswari Amma was having the manifestation of a ghost. The problem was it was not any stranger or unwelcome one. It was the ghost of late Parvathi Amma the mother in law of Eswari Amma, mother of P. R. Madhavan Nair. So no one wanted to exorcise her. It started within 3 months of Parvathi Amma's death. It continued for the last 20 years. Now Eswari Amma's daughter Indu Madhavan is newly married and her husband Chandrasekharan Nair had also accompanied her for pregnancy company at her home. How Chandran reacts and handles the ghostly manifestation is the fun for all in -Another comedy of horrors

Jen Eric isn't like other girls! In this book, I, the author, makes fun of story stereotypes that are very unrealistic.

Mocking twilight bc why not.

He showed up with a cast and a smirk - and suddenly, everything felt different. What started as simple messages turned into late-night calls and secrets shared in the dark. But when summer ends, so does the easy connection. How do you hold on to someone who suddenly acts like you don't exist?.

❝ Distances should be kept because too much attachments blow them apart ❞ When the world is trying to keep its distance Ahana, the 'mother' of the class with her 'lemony' nature and the blue streak which she hides catches feelings for the new boy, Ishaan who wears citric perfume and blinds everyone with his dazzling smile behind the mask. But the problem is he likes someone else or is it just Ahana who thinks he does? Click on read to find out more. Join in the journey of Ahana and Ishaan with some fluff, humor, and sarcasm as they find their way to each other.

we all know that the webcomic Boyfriends is bad, its creator are worse, and its ads make mentally stable people feel depressed, but what if it was so bad it was a humorous wattpad rewrite where every character sucks even more? Come read Girlbosses (a Boyfriends rewrite) to find out!

The situation : Mom: Who are you planning to vote for? Me: Um.. I wish I dint have to... Mom: Why?????? Me: If you give me five bad oranges and ask me to chose one, I'd rather go without! Mom: You and your crazy ideas! Kids these days! God save them! Me: (Huffs in frustration) : I'M NOT A KID! Result - This overly dramatic poem! - A rant by the inner me...

Welcome! This is complete fiction, this is not made to insult anyone. We don't have any friends to mock anyway.

The identity of us who are many deep down we are not who we really are nor ought to be instead we are shadows that walks the earth only hovering over who we really are supposed to be.

It's a poem about the distant feeling of disdain, the overthinking that's done before we all fall asleep , the so called theory of our angels and demons is predicted in it where are the positive parts depicted the optimistic angel in your heart and the negativity is depicted as pessimistic demon of your heart, its just a overthinking phase, a distant voice reckoning you to believe in it and try to break and fix you at same time, a confused phase experienced by everyone at least once in their life, hope you like it !!

The struggles of an innocent man being wrongfully sentenced to 10 years of prison for assault . what will happen next?

"Where is there a snow colder than my veins?" She would ask. And though I've known her For many years Her eyes still keep secrets She whispers that she doesn't see A world fit to be For just a King and a Queen A ruler in all of tyranny. Mercy, please! We cannot see The dangers that exist in just being! What can we do and what can we be When we are blinded by all mystery? I'd tell her it was meant to be In a world much less stale, In a world with more than heads or tales. Who are we? Why are we trapped in symmetry? Is cold a thing we feel Or is it us? Is it a state of being?