Pessimist Stories

A shriek in the night, a lightning strike and lost of sight, a guest here wakes up in the bed, and somewhere, somebody, is dead. The fifty tenants gradually wake to panic and disorder at the Black Estate-and gather around the dining room, where Delilah Black has met his doom. Hushed whispers, faces turned, a rumbling suspension-natural death or a deadly disposition? Whose hands has enacted Black's final fate? Who forced the living to abdicate? Was it the widow-are those tears of joy? Or the disgruntled maid in Black's employ? "The jealous friend!" One supplies. "The reckless teen!" The voices rise. "No, the man who sought fortune and fame! He's the one-" "Enough! She's the one to blame for Black's demise!" The doctor sighs, and rises with a dark display, "The man has died from foul play. Fifty guests and one attack-we must decide who killed Delilah Black." ¿ Award: 3rd place in short story 2020 Seasonal Awards (1st addition)

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

Don't you just love those moments where nothing can stop you and you feel unstoppable and you just do all the things that make you happy and that make you feel so alive? I've been thinking about having more moments like this. It's time to use my purpose more and let the world be impacted, changed and inspired enough to encourage them to do the same. In the end, we all wait but truth be told, we should really take the chances. We need to also stop waiting for the right moment to come to do something. Go out and do that something. Stop waiting for the perfect moment. As much as we dreamt of many moments that we are still currently waiting for, we need to inspire and remind ourself of how badly we want it and go make it happen!

This is just another story. But it is also my story. My thoughts and opinions poured into a keyboard, here for your virtual entertainment. Things might get a little dark or negative, but that's simply because I am a pessimist. My name is Cornelia, the cruel world's pessimist. (This hasn't been updated in a long long time and probably won't be. Just a forewarning.)

PHILOSOPHY ; a belief that this world is as bad as it could be or that evil will ultimately prevail over good.

Zaid was moments away from grabbing a pencil and stabbing his eyes, or maybe hers. 'Okay you want to get philosophical shey? Oya Madam Philo, tell me, what is the meaning of life?' 'Trick question, there is no meaning. We're just doing different things to pass the time as we await inevitable death.' Zim replied, her head bowed fingers fiddling with the zip of her pencil case. Zaid sighed slamming the textbook open in his hands shut, and no doubt wondering how he got here. 'You know what? Just shut up for now and take your edginess somewhere else. We'll continue this tomorrow.' ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Just two idiots bumping into themselves on the road to to be less idiotic. And additionally stuck in a classic tutor-tutoree dynamic, nothing like a little cliché to oil the engines of madness. *cue evil laughter* ✨A Nigeria based Duology✨

A personal poem I wrote about this guy. Hope you like it...

Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol were never supposed to 'work' as a couple. There were too many barriers blocking their path but sometimes you have to do the impossible in order to make things work. They wanted you to believe they were both single. They wanted you to believe they were 'just friends'. They wanted a lot of things but now the truth is being spilled and there is only one way to stop the backlash breaking something they have worked so hard to preserve. So... What is their secret love story? Cover creds to my good friend @srkajol4life ❤️

Poems

A young teen tries to make sense of the world around him while also come to terms with himself and who he is. The most disheartening and bleak story you'll ever read. If you ever feel too happy, read Danny Boy. If ever you feel too bad about yourself think of Danny Boy. Written by Ellis and I. Please enjoy...I guess.... I cannot stress this enough. PLEASE talk to someone if you ever feel depressed. There are people who can help and who want to help.

What if you predict your parent's death ? Would it be a good thing or a bad one? Would the emotions and the creepy behavior take hold ? Would the brain even be able to reason ? That is what we are going to see through the eyes of a rather deppressed girl who would be exposed to a shocking dreary reality.

Unpopular opinions from an open-minded person.

it's nothing. just some randomized alphabet that can't throw out verbally.

short story / poem ultra ammeture, I've never wrote a thing before I just wanted to share this for no real reason I just got the urge to write it.

Echoes and Isolation is a poetry compilation that mainly focuses around the themes of poverty, social isolation and mental illness. Although most of the poems here are rather dark in content with no upside, there are others which are contain traces of hope within their lines.

Chaotic life of a budding dog

Pessimistic Quotes. Disclaimer: May page po kami sa Facebook. Inilipat ko lang dito sa wattpad. Hahaha! Please support po. Thanks!

This is a multi part story of a life that explains the feeling of isolation and sadness. It exemplifies the nature of the hurt and burns of life, human struggles, and the world dying in the eyes of one person.

When a new family arrives overnight in the small town of Hollow Valley, It is immediately big news. Though it was exactly what they had hoped on avoiding. Gray doesn't want friends, she won't drag people into the mess of a life she has. She has always been the outcast and wants to stay that way. However, they won't let her. Not until stops being so negative and she starts to see the wold in color.