《The Epic Of Placeholder McGee》More places to be held
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Hey! It's me! [Placeholder]! It's been a while, hasn't it?
Well, I guess it's time for me to get off my lazy ass and start writing. After all, I do have a single favorite that was probably given out of pity.
Oh, how I love pity parties, they really do satisfy that little hole in my life that constantly screams for me to feel above others.
What? Don't know what I'm talking about? Well I'm talking about Tragedy stories of course!
You know, the ones with the Anti-Hero Lead's that are constantly moaning and whining about how terrible and unfair life has been to him/her as he/she goes around murdering and torturing people who, if we're being honest, have probably gone through things hundreds of times worse than what the mc went through.
Unless we're talking about the mc's who were tortured by the gods or deconstructed particle by particle to atone for their sins, those ones have an excuse for the hate.
Personally I like to call these stories the "I'm too lazy or unimaginative to create a scenario that would logically make the mc hate the universe so I'll just say they were tortured" genre. Good name, right?
Yea, I think so too. After all, most stories about tragic anti-hero mc's are just futile attempts at getting out of the all consuming void that is their depressing lives, letting them live out their immoral fantasies with the excuses of "it's just a story" and "the main character was abused one time as a child, obviously he/she's going to go around murdering innocent people who had nothing to do with his childhoot trauma".
Huh, I guess some people are just too edgy for me. I'll just stick to regular things, like Supernatural Non-Fiction!
...wait...
Anyway, that's all for now, see you around!
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8 129To The Land of Nyx
When Hyde ends up inside a carriage with his sister and a butler, he knows that his carefree days as a young nobleman are becoming out of reach. Tasked to journey to a kingdom far from home, he finds himself looking for ways to make their trip less unbearable and even enjoyable. Accompanied by soldiers he considers as friends—there's hope for them! But things are not as they seem to be. A slice of life fantasy fiction that updates sporadically!
8 195The Chaos Within
"Get out of my head you crazy bastard!" The young man holds his head and groans. "You know what they used to call me too? That I'm merciless, tainted, and an evil crazy entity! I say I am crazy, you're crazy, we're all crazy in our own way! But, the difference is, your craziness can be cured but mine can't! My craziness will bring The whole 100 dimensions to their knees! Wanna know what time it is now? Hahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHA!" The young man's eyes flicker in red, he was laughing hysterically. No, that is not him, that's the evil man talking, in control of his body now. The whole city of Utopia was on fire, battles everywhere with people running away in fear. Chaos is standing on a hill, watching the view with a grin. He spreads his arms and laughs, "Let the Chaos begin!" -Warning Mature Contents- The story includes a lot of bloodshed scenes and murders. Copyright © Adnan Essam (Zerohands) 2018 The moral right of the author has bee asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in this story may be made, solely for personal, non-commercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or in hard copy, without prior written consent o the copyright holder of the materials. Contact information for requests for permission to reproduce or distribute materials available through this book are listed below:
8 200The Name Archives
Daemon was living a normal life, a life like any other. But while he, like everyone else in 2020, was adjusting plans or making new ones to deal with the pandemic, an even greater tragedy struck. Now the only one in this new world still knowing his own name, he is determined to find his family and complete his Magnus Opus, The Name Archives. If he can survive that is..... This is my first time writing a story, any critique, tips, and reviews are more than welcome, please keep it civil. English is not my first language, but any remarks about grammar, wording, etc. will be addressed. The cover art is not mine, if it's yours and you want me to take it down, let me know and I will do so immediately.
8 193The Emergence Of Spheres
Sciolyn is the central continent in a large disconnected world where the art of magic lies dormant, disappearing thousands of years ago in a great war between Men and Elves. Many of the ancient Elves left the broken land, disappearing in portals and never to return, until now... Tycon is a wanderer - a bounty hunter who makes a living bringing in degenerates and criminals to face the full extent of the law. He takes a job as he would any other, it seemed simple enough; Capture or kill three criminals but he soon finds himself following a spiral of events that lead to the re-emergence of monsters and magic and the return of the ancient Elves. The world will burn before they see Men above them once again.With dreams that follow him like a shadow and a looming threat incoming, will he decide to stop it or turn his back on the humans after a lifetime of prejudice against the remaining elves? The cover image was commissioned by me and drawn by Abesdrawings, you can find him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AbeDaSquid.
8 220I'm not psycho ~ Violate - Violet and Tate
She wish that she could kill herself and never come back this time, just for still loving TateIt would all be okay if he didn't do what he didTate sat in the corner, cuddling his knees sobbingIts not my fault... im not psychoHe thought to himself, wiping away the tears
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