Pessimist Novels & Stories

He is completely afraid. Me-you all are good for nothing!! Stupid asshole!! Why I am paying you! To Listen to your failures. Asshole!! Motherfuckers!! Don't call me until you find that shit. I scolded him over my phone and threw the phone on my desk viciously. Author's p.o.v Anirudh is already frustrated. His mood is totally ruined after listening that Alseendro has again escaped. Now, He is in his office and sitting lazily with his ruined mood when his PA Jamal enter into his cabin running.

I switch from being playful to being serious because I was not having any of that anymore. “The crisis is still ongoing, man. You know how peeps are dying daily. What if one of you two gets caught up before then? It’s not like it is assured that you both would survive the ongoing crisis. Let us just say I am being realistic here.” “Nah, you are just being a sore pessimist that I have always known you to be. Dude, you need to change the way you think. It’s toxic.” my tone is laced with bitterness when I tell him that. I could not believe that he would bring the quote of realism to me when he damn knows well that I hate such talks. I wish I could just give him a

“Of course they choose someone brain dead and useless like you. I don’t know why I expected anything different. Now I know what’s in store for the next fifty years ⏤ Disappointment.” His words hurt, but she didn’t know why. Maybe she was giving him too much faith. It wouldn’t be the first time she was hoping for something unrealistic. In fact, it was what she usually did. She gave too many chances and looked for the silver lining in rain clouds so dark they had to have been made from the smoke of the flames from hell. Liviana was an optimist, a dreamer, and it had gotten her hurt one too many times. This was just going to be another one of those times where she was left feeling disappointed

made plans to build monuments, to skyscrapers, to castles and many more and it was Addison’s dream to meet him. "Earth to Addison," Jackson finally done sighed seeing Addison was asleep. He dressed her up just as he was about he gave her one last glance. "Would you hate me if you ever found out the truth? **** “Clang! Clang! Clang!” In a dark warehouse, a man with brownish black hair and dark brown eyes walked unsteadily. In the dark was a spot that was only illuminated by a light bulb. “Hello… I got a letter and an address to come if I wanted to be paid heavily,” he spoke with a sly smile that exposed brown stained teeth.

It's not about how hard you can hit; it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward... Jane tried to focus on listening to his explanation, The fundamental cause of the problems in today's world is that stupid people are stupid people are overconfident and smart people are full of doubts, right ?! luckily she wasn't that kind of second self as she chewed on the inside of her cheek looking him moving around. Gary was putting on his mask again in the middle of it Jane answered his finished explanation

Disillusioned individuals who genuinely believed the hogwash being taught to them by some obscure extremist. They can't possibly be right....It's not possible, is it?... ***

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

I for one find the thought of kids lives being worry free ridiculous for I might not have met a child going through hell but I do believe they are kids out there who have something to worry about. A certain child on the swing caught my eye for unlike the other kids he sat quietly slowly swinging back and forth as his eyes shun wistfully. I thought of approaching but what good could I possibly do, depress him more than he already is after all I myself am a depressed soul, but that thought immediately vanished the minute we made eye contact. Taking a steady breath, I form a gentle smile which lucky he smiles back to, not a genuine one but I was glad he tried.

"Mind your business. I said it was out of kindness. I'm not in any kind of relationship with him." "I'll pretend that I believe you." "Just think whatever you desire. What concerns me now is the worst-case scenario. Did I lose my womb? Is my spine broken and I can't walk anymore? Just tell me the fuck wrong with me." "God! What a pessimist you are." "Good things hardly happen in real life so I don't expect it. Whatever life throws at me, I take it. No surprises and no hard feelings." She stared at her thoughtfully " l get what you mean. Expecting too much will only break you."

I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask? Finally, it is Saturday again, and I have a full nine days until school starts again. That is a sizeable amount of time to catch up on sleep and hang out with friends! Well, in between studying, of course. I have been so stressed out and a bit down lately, which is totally out of character for me; I am all sunshine and rainbows, not rain and storm clouds! One of my top five pet hates is pity. When someone pities you, it is as if they have a bit of control over your life; they know what weakens you, what worries you. It is as if their life is much better then your own, which I will not allow to be true. So I throw my negative self into work, or s