Pessimistic Stories

Trying to find meaning in life.

Author Note: Welcome, welcome everyone! So, as you all know and can probably guess - this is another Izuku Yagi story. However, this time Izuku will have a similar mindset to the Izuku I created in Emotionless Brutality (which has Chapter 6 in the making atm) He is a pessimist and more programmatic in this one. He wills look at this with disinterest, mostly regarding heroes and villain scenes and culture (which, let's face it, Heroes and Villains basically are a culture in MHA now.) Now, for the description of the story. Izuku hated the world he was born in. The moment he was born, he looked at everything with contempt. Heroes and Villains, people making such a fuss over costumed people beating each other to death for fame and money. At four years old, he distanced himself from the worthless husks he was supported to call his 'family'. Just the thought got bile to rise up in his throat. No, his real family was a journal that appeared in his room belonging to the initials T.M.R and an ornate book that was gifted to him by a stranger while at the park. This, Izuku found out he was magic and destined for greatness. Now, the question is - what would he do now? That's simple: Get the fuck away from these fucking idiots. -.-

Another story about another special character.

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?

A normal highschooler by the name of Takeda Kuroha reported about their class' finances to the Student Council President, Nobunaga Oda, and never expected to hear strange words from Oda's mouth. After that, Kuroha felt something had struck through her chest. "Let's go back... Seraphine." She was confused of how Oda adressed her and soon finds out the reason of her death right after meeting the gods who reincarnated her. [Centifolia-neesama already sent a guide for you to continue walking the road of fate. Don't ever try to walk another path of destroying the current one, we don't know what'll happen if you do either. Anyways, be careful.] 'Why? What for?' [As you know, you're the amalgam. The unique existence that hasn't appeared in a hundred-thousand years. The previous one was the saintess of ancient mortals, but further information is too complicated for you. Thus, I can only say this words... be careful, someone powerful has set his eyes on you. Well, that's not my fault.] 'Then, can you tell me about why I died? I, at least, deserve to know why an acquaintance such as Kaichou would cause my death.' [Well, he remembered something he shouldn't have and then a tragedy happened. Then you were brought here by Centifolia-neesama.] 'Ah, I see. Mataku, I would've smacked his head open if I knew this would happen. How dare he kill me mercilessly like that, even ending his life after.' (A/N: Not-so slow but random updates.)

Here I shall unfold a short anecdote of a poor alley cat and a rich pet dog who are the opposites of one another despite never having met each other, yet. This is a work of fiction, not a narrative to amaze you, nor is it poetry. Maybe it's just bullshit. Agghh Why did I write this? Idk. --- Unofficial Start: 09/08/2023 Published: 09/08/2023 Official Start: 09/08/2023 Unofficial Finish: 09/08/2023 Official Finish: 09/08/2023 MmStatus: Completed

Crushes have a tendency on coming around... again. ******** Just when she think she's free of escaping Lincoln High School, her last crush from Lincoln appears right in front of her dorm, introducing himself as her dorm mate. The feelings she'd have for him in High School are long gone, but when he settles down on his bed, Advika can't help but think of why her heart is beating so fast. Is it because of him? Does she seriously still have feelings for him?

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.

[Highest #79 in poetry (19/12/2017)] A set of poesy I occasionally find myself scribbling when caliginous clouds loom over. Mostly melancholia with a tinge of hope. Includes a sliver of light here and there. Caution: might spill a few tears.

Something dark that has been going on inside my mind for a long time now..

A story that'll surely help you experience existential dread :)

Just a collection of various poems I've written over the past several years.

It's exactly as the title says: a book for contests. I am proud to announce that once every month, both I and @ChasingMadness24 will be judging contests that are randomly thought up between us both. The winner (or winners, depending on the contest itself.) will receive a free professional, commercial ready cover for Wattpad and ebook. Don't hesitate to take a look inside, or enter yourself. We will accept all entries at any level. Rules will be posted accordingly with the given contest. - For the Hopeless, From the Hopeless.

A little story about a vulnerable prey, and a surprising predator. Idea came from my initials.(S.O.Z.)

YOU tell US what to write! (The story starts as the main character (unnamed) is falling to their death off a 127 story tower. Why? Who knows. What will happen next? That's for you to decide.)

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

Personal and collective thoughts on life, politics and human nature, our minds, dynamics and nature itself.