Write me some good incel stories nigga
niggers
cool story bro
nigga i post mog you so do as I say
One day a jewish man called Schlomo Shekelberg woke up. He immediately jumped on his dildo and turned on his computer. After it booted up he went to his favorite internet browser "Edge" and donated to some black trans queens on OnlyFans. Finishing with his donations he logged onto incels.is and made a post called "Creative writingcels GTFIH"
good one
Who the fuck are you, greynigger?
LDAR chudcel
Gimme some incel story ideas.
I've always held an interest in world-building & fictional writing; unfortunately I haven't done much of it.
I think I will get back into it; I've even been considering making a story with an Incel-character in it.
I think I will get back into it; I've even been considering making a story with an Incel-character in it.
Don't Wake Me Up (real-person fanfic, no smut sry)
St. Elliot woke up.
His laptop was still glowing blindingly on the table in front of him, although he couldn't see what was on it. Staring around in confusion for a few moments, he realized that he must have fallen asleep while in the middle of writing an assignment for university.
He panicked for a moment. It wasn't past the deadline yet, right?
No, wait. The deadline was tomorrow. He was fine.
He was used to assuming the worst. After all, the worst is what always seemed to happen! He had been really out of it lately, and had been worrying about this deadline for the last few days, while procrastinating anyway. Fortunately, he still had time.
He yawned luxuriously, spreading out his arms to each side elaborately as he stretched.
His eyes could almost make out the hazy letters of his Word document, slowly adjusting to the light. But he didn't have to do that just yet.
Instead, he stood up slowly, like a monarch lazily rising from his throne, and ambled over to the window. He pulled open the curtains, then shielded his eyes for a moment as the daylight flooded through. He guessed that it was late morning.
His eyes were hazy, but he forced himself to stare out of the window until he could make out the streets outside. He hated the feeling of having tired eyes, because it made him feel like he was slowly rotting - which is how he felt about life. But he deserved better! He didn't want to be reminded of his problems... he was Elliot Rodger, destined for so much more than this!
The streets outside were empty, and he listened peacefully to a few birds singing in the trees around the area.
Why did the birds always sound so beautiful? Their singing lulled him into thinking of the Law Of Attraction. The idea that everything was really in his control, he just had to think positive thoughts... Isn't that what his therapist had said, too? That he was being too pessimistic about life. Listening to the birds was like being in another world, where his struggles didn't really exist. They would never judge him, and treat him like trash, like society does. They weren't as mean and loud as the beautiful women he saw everyday here. They were content to be beautiful, and sound beautiful... what more was there to life?
If only women could be like that. But he knew they never would. They were just beasts, no, lower than beasts. They even sounded like beasts! He saw them parading around drunk, falling over their boyfriends and squealing like pigs. If they were with him, he wouldn't make them abase themselves like that! But they had never given him a chance.
A few people passed by, but Elliot just ignored them as he thought about the great life he was destined to have, when the Law of Attraction finally came true.
Until he suddenly saw a couple of university students walking by, probably on their way to class in the morning. The girl was thin and blonde, his favourite kind, and was wearing a skimpy white top which showed her large breasts. He started to stare, but grunted in anger as he saw her tall, obnoxious boyfriend standing next to her, holding her by the ass.
Why did girls always choose these ugly, dumb-looking brutes? This man was enjoying his girlfriend's body, which is what Elliot deserved! She was even leaning into him!
He screamed out in frustration, banging his fist against the window. But nobody seemed to notice outside.
The couple kept walking past, chattering with each other excitedly. But he was all alone. It filled him with rage. Girls like this will throw their affection on stupid brutes like this, but treat Elliot like worthless scum! For years, he had been the only one without a friend group, without a girlfriend, without any recogntion. Did he deserve that treatment? He was intelligent, handsome, well-mannered... what was so wrong with him? How could people treat him this way?
He was like a martyr. He deserved more than this. He deserved a sainthood!
But people like his therapist told him not to hate people, and to see things from their perspective. How could he not hate people, when they were so wrong about him? When they would judge him for nothing? It was like they instantly decided that he was worthless as a person, and tossed him aside like trash.
What made that okay?
As the couple walked away, he looked after the girl. Her ass was pointed in his direction, but he didn't even want to look at it, because he knew the boyfriend would be busy fondling it. He found her beautiful, and couldn't look away from her until she disappeared out of sight of the window. Her expression was mischievous and she had blue eyes which fit her hair perfectly. He would treat her so much better than this brute, who was just grabbing at her skin drunkenly while dumbly opening his mouth wide to speak like a retarded caveman. But she'd never give him a chance.
She would just glance at him in disdain, as if he was inferior. But he wasn't!
Women were stupid like that, they were awful judges of character. If given their way, everyone would be a stupid brute, play American football and get drunk every night. Allowing them to choose partners would lead to the degradation of humanity! It would take someone wise and even-handed, someone like Elliot himself, to turn back the tides.
He sat down at his desk, angry at what he had just seen, but he couldn't stop thinking about the girl. He had a vision, almost a hallucination, of himself standing in a tower he had seen in Game of Thrones, commanding her to be beaten and whipped on the fields.
"Lock her up! She will starve. She will starve for rejecting me!" he screamed, laughing manically.
Two guards dragged her off towards the dungeons. He smiled impishly, and was almost disappointed when the vision faded and he found himself back in his seat.
He knew it was a slightly melodramatic thing to say... but so what? Everything was a dumb melodrama nowadays. Everyone was loud, nobody was peaceful, nobody was silent, everybody was trying to outdo each other in playing a clown. He had every right to be melodramatic! He would slaughter girls like this who defied him - they were like animals, and he would slaughter them like animals!
Everything that people valued was belonging, acceptance, conformity. Even the so-called 'villains' in the news had followers, were charismatic, some even controlled nations, things that normal people value so much. Are they really the villain of the story, or are people just being melodramatic as usual?
Only St. Elliot was really treated as reprehensible with nothing good about him. He was the villain, whether he liked it or not! He would just have to accept it.
That's how girls like this would treat him, even as they lean adoringly on their boyfriends. They could never love him. They would consider him scum, not even fit to lick their boots. It didn't matter if he was intelligent, it didn't even matter if he had a bitchin' ride... he knew that they would always think there was something wrong with them.
He thought back on the scene where he commanded the girl's starving from a tower, and it reminded him of an old plan he had.
It was a simple plan.
He called it The Day of Retribution. He would shoot these people who hated him, and tower over them like a God! They would learn to fear him. For one day, it would be him against the world!
He thought of the excitement and love in the girl's eyes... none of it involving him, of course. And he imagined it turning to fear as she realized that he was standing there with a gun, with his arms out rigidly, pointing it straight at her.
Now that would be a sight!
But he was still nervous. Surely he could turn his life around... what if the Law of Attraction worked? What if life could actually work as it's supposed to, and he got what he deserved for once? After all, that's what he had always been told - just be a gentleman, be respectful, be positive, and good things can happen to you. That's advice that he had lived by for years... and only now, he was beginning to realize how worthless it was.
It was like the scene from the Matrix, where Morpheus asks Neo to choose between the blue pill - staying in the Matrix, in his illusion that good things happen to good people - or the red pill, escape.
For now, he wasn't sure.
But he felt assured that, somehow, even if he couldn't attain the great life he deserved...
he could achieve something great. THE DAY OF RETRIBUTION!
But that would come in time. For now, he would have to finish this dumb Word document, which he couldn't even remember the point of... actually, never mind. After seeing the couple, his mood was too bad for that. Instead, he just minimized it and opened a game of WoW.
There were plenty of small players around, and he could kill them all morning.
Sadly, not the person who he really wanted to kill... the slim blonde girl. He really wanted to see the fear in her eyes, then hear her scream.
But she was just a silly girl. He was St. Elliot, perfection, divine! Why should he spend any more time thinking about her?
(kind of AI-assisted)
St. Elliot woke up.
His laptop was still glowing blindingly on the table in front of him, although he couldn't see what was on it. Staring around in confusion for a few moments, he realized that he must have fallen asleep while in the middle of writing an assignment for university.
He panicked for a moment. It wasn't past the deadline yet, right?
No, wait. The deadline was tomorrow. He was fine.
He was used to assuming the worst. After all, the worst is what always seemed to happen! He had been really out of it lately, and had been worrying about this deadline for the last few days, while procrastinating anyway. Fortunately, he still had time.
He yawned luxuriously, spreading out his arms to each side elaborately as he stretched.
His eyes could almost make out the hazy letters of his Word document, slowly adjusting to the light. But he didn't have to do that just yet.
Instead, he stood up slowly, like a monarch lazily rising from his throne, and ambled over to the window. He pulled open the curtains, then shielded his eyes for a moment as the daylight flooded through. He guessed that it was late morning.
His eyes were hazy, but he forced himself to stare out of the window until he could make out the streets outside. He hated the feeling of having tired eyes, because it made him feel like he was slowly rotting - which is how he felt about life. But he deserved better! He didn't want to be reminded of his problems... he was Elliot Rodger, destined for so much more than this!
The streets outside were empty, and he listened peacefully to a few birds singing in the trees around the area.
Why did the birds always sound so beautiful? Their singing lulled him into thinking of the Law Of Attraction. The idea that everything was really in his control, he just had to think positive thoughts... Isn't that what his therapist had said, too? That he was being too pessimistic about life. Listening to the birds was like being in another world, where his struggles didn't really exist. They would never judge him, and treat him like trash, like society does. They weren't as mean and loud as the beautiful women he saw everyday here. They were content to be beautiful, and sound beautiful... what more was there to life?
If only women could be like that. But he knew they never would. They were just beasts, no, lower than beasts. They even sounded like beasts! He saw them parading around drunk, falling over their boyfriends and squealing like pigs. If they were with him, he wouldn't make them abase themselves like that! But they had never given him a chance.
A few people passed by, but Elliot just ignored them as he thought about the great life he was destined to have, when the Law of Attraction finally came true.
Until he suddenly saw a couple of university students walking by, probably on their way to class in the morning. The girl was thin and blonde, his favourite kind, and was wearing a skimpy white top which showed her large breasts. He started to stare, but grunted in anger as he saw her tall, obnoxious boyfriend standing next to her, holding her by the ass.
Why did girls always choose these ugly, dumb-looking brutes? This man was enjoying his girlfriend's body, which is what Elliot deserved! She was even leaning into him!
He screamed out in frustration, banging his fist against the window. But nobody seemed to notice outside.
The couple kept walking past, chattering with each other excitedly. But he was all alone. It filled him with rage. Girls like this will throw their affection on stupid brutes like this, but treat Elliot like worthless scum! For years, he had been the only one without a friend group, without a girlfriend, without any recogntion. Did he deserve that treatment? He was intelligent, handsome, well-mannered... what was so wrong with him? How could people treat him this way?
He was like a martyr. He deserved more than this. He deserved a sainthood!
But people like his therapist told him not to hate people, and to see things from their perspective. How could he not hate people, when they were so wrong about him? When they would judge him for nothing? It was like they instantly decided that he was worthless as a person, and tossed him aside like trash.
What made that okay?
As the couple walked away, he looked after the girl. Her ass was pointed in his direction, but he didn't even want to look at it, because he knew the boyfriend would be busy fondling it. He found her beautiful, and couldn't look away from her until she disappeared out of sight of the window. Her expression was mischievous and she had blue eyes which fit her hair perfectly. He would treat her so much better than this brute, who was just grabbing at her skin drunkenly while dumbly opening his mouth wide to speak like a retarded caveman. But she'd never give him a chance.
She would just glance at him in disdain, as if he was inferior. But he wasn't!
Women were stupid like that, they were awful judges of character. If given their way, everyone would be a stupid brute, play American football and get drunk every night. Allowing them to choose partners would lead to the degradation of humanity! It would take someone wise and even-handed, someone like Elliot himself, to turn back the tides.
He sat down at his desk, angry at what he had just seen, but he couldn't stop thinking about the girl. He had a vision, almost a hallucination, of himself standing in a tower he had seen in Game of Thrones, commanding her to be beaten and whipped on the fields.
"Lock her up! She will starve. She will starve for rejecting me!" he screamed, laughing manically.
Two guards dragged her off towards the dungeons. He smiled impishly, and was almost disappointed when the vision faded and he found himself back in his seat.
He knew it was a slightly melodramatic thing to say... but so what? Everything was a dumb melodrama nowadays. Everyone was loud, nobody was peaceful, nobody was silent, everybody was trying to outdo each other in playing a clown. He had every right to be melodramatic! He would slaughter girls like this who defied him - they were like animals, and he would slaughter them like animals!
Everything that people valued was belonging, acceptance, conformity. Even the so-called 'villains' in the news had followers, were charismatic, some even controlled nations, things that normal people value so much. Are they really the villain of the story, or are people just being melodramatic as usual?
Only St. Elliot was really treated as reprehensible with nothing good about him. He was the villain, whether he liked it or not! He would just have to accept it.
That's how girls like this would treat him, even as they lean adoringly on their boyfriends. They could never love him. They would consider him scum, not even fit to lick their boots. It didn't matter if he was intelligent, it didn't even matter if he had a bitchin' ride... he knew that they would always think there was something wrong with them.
He thought back on the scene where he commanded the girl's starving from a tower, and it reminded him of an old plan he had.
It was a simple plan.
He called it The Day of Retribution. He would shoot these people who hated him, and tower over them like a God! They would learn to fear him. For one day, it would be him against the world!
He thought of the excitement and love in the girl's eyes... none of it involving him, of course. And he imagined it turning to fear as she realized that he was standing there with a gun, with his arms out rigidly, pointing it straight at her.
Now that would be a sight!
But he was still nervous. Surely he could turn his life around... what if the Law of Attraction worked? What if life could actually work as it's supposed to, and he got what he deserved for once? After all, that's what he had always been told - just be a gentleman, be respectful, be positive, and good things can happen to you. That's advice that he had lived by for years... and only now, he was beginning to realize how worthless it was.
It was like the scene from the Matrix, where Morpheus asks Neo to choose between the blue pill - staying in the Matrix, in his illusion that good things happen to good people - or the red pill, escape.
For now, he wasn't sure.
But he felt assured that, somehow, even if he couldn't attain the great life he deserved...
he could achieve something great. THE DAY OF RETRIBUTION!
But that would come in time. For now, he would have to finish this dumb Word document, which he couldn't even remember the point of... actually, never mind. After seeing the couple, his mood was too bad for that. Instead, he just minimized it and opened a game of WoW.
There were plenty of small players around, and he could kill them all morning.
Sadly, not the person who he really wanted to kill... the slim blonde girl. He really wanted to see the fear in her eyes, then hear her scream.
But she was just a silly girl. He was St. Elliot, perfection, divine! Why should he spend any more time thinking about her?
(kind of AI-assisted)
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