Pessimist Stories

"I think we should break up...." Frustration and heat rushed his face, gaze straight and focused on a pair of eyes he couldn't read to save his life. "What do you mean we should break up? We just got back together!"

Who is the hero of a story? --- At the edge of the world, a man stands over a corpse and wonders if everything is finally over. He was never meant to be the hero. She was. Years earlier, Princess Irene would have laughed at the idea. Reckless, stubborn, and far too eager to punch monsters in the face, she spends more time causing trouble than preparing to rule a kingdom. Her bodyguard Gregor knows two things: Irene will never listen to warnings. One day her choices might change the fate of the world. What begins as a simple trip outside the capital quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Monsters lurk in the forests. Old treaties hide uncomfortable truths. And some stories don't belong to the hero everyone expects. Because sometimes... the person who saves the world is the one nobody believed in.

Book of poems.

well, these are my poems, I hope you enjoy them. I chose the tiger for the cover because of William Blake's poem, which is such an special poem for me. I'm just starting writing on wattpad and I'm new too writing poems in English, which is not my native language, what makes it extra challenging. Anyway, I'll try my best!

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

My second collection of fragmented thoughts. | © planetaryinfluence |

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Well it's my first attempt in writing and it's about my random thoughts after a night of bar hopping. Actually after proof reading ,it sounds more like a narration. I did say I'm new to this.

The darkness of my own thoughts that plague my mind, capturing me in a torment to the likeliness of none other. If you choose to read such words, I can only hope but to wish you a life, truly more fulfilling then the likes of the torment mine faces me with.

Poems that I write during class or when it's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. Most of them I'm too afraid to show people because of what they're about, but I don't know you personally so go on ahead and read them.

a bunch of talking about my opinions, daily suffering, my way of bearing this existence and much more

Short stories, poems, random thoughts. Itsy bitsy, tidbits bittids of unspoken thoughts.

"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.

memories of grief, for the losses still hurt.

Separation means apart sometimes it is better to leave than to stay.

A Collection of Poems written by yours truly you can thank me later, but preferably now :] ______ Energy inside,Never growing Trapped inside, sentenced for life lock up the key and close my eyes helpless to find a better peace of mind leave me to be so i can find a better place to die Restless pain never knowing False belief of life a facade of misplaced hope tied down to a chair, unspoken unaware. ~~~~~~ My pen name is eight, just so you know! - 100 poems, 1000 meanings

"Darkness" is a poem written by George Gordon Byron, known as Lord Byron, in 1816, the "Year Without a Summer". That year was given its name because of severe climate abnormalities that occurred. Given the circumstances, the poem is about the end of the world, and how the remaining living creatures behaved themselves in a pessimist point of view. Enjoy this incredible work!

There's a place for everything within time except the impossible, which is time itself. Any and all similarities to other work are purely coincidental. Please message me with any concerns you may have. Thank you for reading. Highest: 608th in Poetry

"Love doesn't exist. It's like an optical illusion. It makes-" "You're wrong. And I'm going to prove it to you." Winifred Carter is a pessimistic seventeen year old girl. Ever since an accident involving her father killed her mom, Winnie has gotten through life believing one thing: Love Doesn't Exist. It helps her knowing that she will never love anyone and that no one will love her. That way she would never get hurt. Archer Evans is an optimistic eighteen year old boy. He is a sucker for the movies and the shows romanticizing love. When he meets the girl with her head nowhere near the clouds, it intrigues him. He's interested in what has made Winnie so distant, and how he can break down her brick walls.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sensitive topics and pessimistic views. (Plus bad grammar) "What was her name?" "Come on, her name wasn't important."