Misanthropy Stories

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A soul forged in silence and a heart built like a fortress. Arjun believed he had survived the worst life could throw at him, finding solace in the shadows and strength in his solitude. But when a sudden light pierces his carefully constructed world, the foundations begin to crack. In a journey through the echoes of the past and the fragile promises of the present, one question remains: Can a heart once shattered ever truly be whole, or is some love destined to be a beautiful curse? Experience a tale of resilience, betrayal, and the heavy price of hope

[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

A misanthropist:

They were never meant to love. But when two forces built to destroy find something more than blood and silence between them, the world shifts-and hearts shatter. "When Death Falls in Love with War" - is not a love story. It's a tragedy wrapped in obsession, a symphony of ache and ashes, where tenderness is punished and devotion leaves ruins in its wake. Follow a woman carved from rage and a man cursed by endings as they collide in a world that was never meant to hold them together. This is a tale of heartbreak, obsession, family, vengeance-and the kind of love that destroys everything it touches. If you've ever loved too deeply, hurt too silently, or vanished without goodbye, this story will find you. Raw. Poetic. Unforgiving. Perfect for fans of haunting romance, lyrical tragedy, and characters that don't get saved-because they never wanted to be.

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?

Chaos and disorder at its best.

Reverend Vincent Green is a narcissistic, misanthropic atheist with insomnia and a possible God complex who spends a lot of his time on the internet. Told exclusively through his blog posts on a forum full of people who hate society, see the world through his eyes as he explores his true feelings about the world, how much he hates humanity and gets caught up in a scheme involving a paranoid schizophrenic teenager and possible demons. -contains a soundtrack, listen to the song whilst reading each chapter to really feel the mood-

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.

covid story ideas - rough/working notes

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...

anything to feel alive. anything to feel like I'm still here. anything to feel like I'm still breathing. cover by JacksonSiblings

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

Caleb Diaz is not an animal lover. At all. So when his friend Marnie shows up on his doorstep with a birthday card and a kitten for his big 1-8, he's more than a little peeved. Cats stink, no questions about it. And with graduation less than a year away, Caleb's hardly got the time (or patience) to cope with running around after a deranged and messy fur ball. Marnie refuses to be swayed, though. In fact, she's already gone and enlisted the help of her brother Daniel, an animal enthusiast who's convinced he can convert Caleb once and for all. Armed with kitten milk and scratch posts, the trio venture down the road of parenting - a journey that may or may not involve sleepless nights, pet-oriented fights and infinite weirdness. [cover by -sykes]

My Mom said I have a problema' and can't stick with one story. I think she's right. So, to get past my horrible habit I created..BUM! BUM! BUM! "Creepy. Right?" So, when I wanna' post a new story I say,"Tyra! No! Post it in, Creepy. Right?." Then after I do it I pat myself on the head and say,"Goood Job!" In my stories folder I have more than 30 other stories in my other folder that says,"Stories that I will Come Back too". I have a really bad habit. XD The ones in here are just the samples. This is nothing compared to what I have stored on my laptop. XD This also has short stories that I decided to write. If I write them. :3

Eugenics/Eugenetics/Cloning Cult - story ideas (from longish dream i had) more is pending... (a work in progress, how-ever slowly & intermittently xD)

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."

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What's the use of life when it is already fucked. ( There is some use though. Well, according to an Indian dude smoking on a couch in the Indian subcontinent at least.)

If you want to get hit in your feelings, then be my guest. Just know that nobody forced you to read this.. You put yourself in this position.