Misanthrope : Writing

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A Story by Misanthrope


I was walking down the dark alley behind a McDonalds store when I saw a girl coughing very hard. It was pouring rain, with the vicious wind whistling ..
The wish of a man

The wish of a man

A Poem by Misanthrope


The grim air smelled of nothingness, I can hear the cars running on the road at night, I can hear the busses roaring and stopping at night, I can ..
The man with the six pack

The man with the six pack

A Poem by Misanthrope


I was riding in the bus one day, The cold night felt good against the warm seat, Heated by a lot of butts, I was sitting at the back of the bus, T..