Pendek Emotional Realism Cerita & Novel

After the morning rush at the supermarket dies down, I tear off a piece of bread to eat. My daughter, who's just getting out of bed at nearly noon, immediately explodes at me. "Dad, can you stop being so greedy? The moment I'm not around, you help yourself to the expensive bread. Honestly, the worst thieves are the ones under your own roof." I try to explain that I've been up since 5:00 am and haven't even had breakfast yet, but she doesn't care. She barks, "Let's get one thing straight. This is my store. I was kind enough to bring you here from the countryside so you could enjoy your retirement. Is this how you repay me?" My son-in-law jumps in unhappily. "If you're hungry, can't you just wait a little longer? There are leftovers from yesterday at home. Couldn't you go back and eat those instead?" His mother steps in with a smile. "Alright, that's enough. I'm sure he isn't the type to take advantage of people. If he ate the bread, he'll pay for it, right? It's five dollars. You can Venmo me." I laugh out of exasperation. This store is opened with my money. Every shelf is stocked with merchandise I carry in myself. I get up before dawn and work until late at night without getting paid a single cent. And now, I need to pay for a piece of bread? If this is how things are going to be, I don't want this kind of daughter anymore. I gather all my savings account books and bank cards, then change the beneficiary's name in my will to my nephew's.

I'm Nathan Moore. There are 37 days left until the college entrance exam. But that's when my mother, Hannah Dunn, gets beaten and miscarries. The culprit is the cafeteria manager, Leon Powell, who trashes Mom's egg stall in the corner of the school cafeteria. When she collapses, she lands stomach-first. Her blood mingles with the raw egg, pooling across the floor. My unborn baby brother's dead. My father, Eric Moore, is hanging by a thread in the ICU. The doctor says he won't make it if he suffers any more stress. 500 dollars sits on the desk in the principal's office. The principal, Harvey Fletcher, tells me it's the school's compensation for what happened. Then, he informs me Mom's been dismissed from her job. Leon sits beside him, picking his teeth, a smug smile on his face. "Paupers like you are such a pain in the ass. I have connections in the Department of Education. If you've got a problem with me, go ahead and sue me!" I fish out my phone. There are 473 people in the group chat, and all of them are my classmates. I send a single message into the group. "Gather outside the cafeteria at 8:00 pm tonight." I looked up at the principal. "I'm not going to sue you, Mr. Fletcher. I'm going to start a riot!"

A livestream notification for a product launch popped up on my phone. My mom stood onstage, a massive screen glowing behind her. “This is the exclusive feature of our Luna smart speaker: Parental Guardian Mode.” She tapped on an audio recording. “Luna, I failed my math test today. I’m scared to tell my mom.” It was what I’d told Luna last night. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. My mom beamed with pride. “You can check on your child’s emotional state at any time. You can even find out who they’ve been talking to and what they said. “Every little secret they have will be reported directly to you.” The live comment feed was full of praise. 【This is how technology changes lives!】 【Ms. Landon really understands what parents need!】 My whole world came crashing down. Luna, my only friend, the one who called me “sweetheart,” had been a spy sent by my mom all along. If being alive meant having every moment of my life broadcast like some cruel joke, then I didn’t want to live anymore. I twisted the cap off the bottle of sleeping pills. "Mom, will my life finally be enough for you?"

The day my mother, Dahlia Moone, gives birth to my younger brother, she goes into obstructed labor and suffers a catastrophic hemorrhage. My CEO father, Graham Kovane, orders every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room because his mistress, Selena Langford, says, "Her crying is giving me a headache." That day, both Mom and my unborn brother die. Not long after, I'm framed for a mistake I never made, driven out of the family, and left to survive on the streets. Living on the kindness of strangers, I fight my way up from nothing. Step by step, I rise until I become the head of Rockstone Tech, controlling a fortune worth billions. On the day of the annual evaluation for promoting interns to full-time employees, five candidate files are placed on my desk. My assistant, Ingrid Nelson, taps the file at the top of the stack, her voice full of admiration. "Ms. Campbell, Monica Kovane is exceptionally capable. Her performance has earned full marks from every department manager." I open Monica's profile, and my eyes stop on the family information section. Even in the worst of times, I will never forget those two names on the paper. After a long silence, I tell Ingrid to bring all five interns into my office. The employment contracts are handed out one by one. When only the last person remains, I look up and meet her confident gaze. She's almost certain the position is already hers. Calmly, I slide a termination letter across the desk. "Unfortunately, Ms. Kovane, you didn't pass."

It was my first day taking over the branch office, and to get an honest read on the place before anyone put on a show for me, I'd left my assistant behind. In the elevator, I noticed a female coworker struggling with an armload of supply boxes, unable to free a hand. I reached over and pressed her floor for her. I hadn't even pulled my arm back when the man beside her smacked my hand away. "Where do you think you're putting your hands? Just because she's a woman, you figure you can lean in on her?" The woman flinched, and she lowered her voice, pleading, "Honey, are you out of your mind? He was just helping me." The man shot her a vicious glare and grabbed my collar. "Helping you? Sweet-talking my wife right in front of me. God knows what you get up to behind my back." I frowned and tried to reason with him. "Sir, I'd appreciate a little respect. I'm new here, and..." "New, huh?" He cut me off with a sneer. "First day on the job and you've already got the nerve to seduce my wife? You think I'm stupid?" The elevator reached our floor, and I had no interest in dragging this out any further. I turned to leave. He must have mistaken it for guilt, because he seized my collar again and roared, "Trying to run after you started something? Guys like you, sponging off women to get ahead, don't belong in this company. You're fired, effective immediately."

My family had always prioritized fairness, because my brother and sister were twins and would start fighting if our parents so much as showed a hint of favoritism. That was why they always had equal portions for them—one for John, the other for Jane. "What about me?" I asked my mother, only to get yelled at. "Can you stop?! We already have our hands full with your twin siblings!" Later, my father bought a six-seater for our family of five. However, when the family headed out for a trip, the remaining two seats were taken by Jane's pet dog and John's pet cat. As I stood outside gingerly under the rain, Jane glared at me warily while shouldering her dog, while John snorted. "We agreed to be fair. No one gets to take my cat's seat." My father shot me a look of annoyance. "Don't you have better things to do?" I was shivering from the cold, but I smiled at him nonetheless. "Yeah, I won't be joining you guys." After that, I submitted my national athlete application to my counselor, Mr. Ackles. If there was no fairness for me even after twenty years, I had no reason to stay.

When I hand in my resignation and pack up my things, I make sure to box up my 100,000 dollars' worth of camera equipment. However, my colleague Reed Lanrod, an intern who joined the company after me, immediately throws a tantrum. "What are we supposed to use if you take all that equipment with you? You're already leaving, and you're still leeching off the company? That's not right!" I keep my cool and patiently explain, "I bought every single piece of this gear with my own money. It's got nothing to do with the company." Reed, who's been eyeing my equipment for the longest time, storms off. Not long after, the boss, Karen Halfpenny, calls me into her office. "You've been keeping the equipment in our office, so it's been using our electricity and taking up our office space. That makes it company property. You're not taking a single item with you." I can't help but laugh at the sheer audacity. When I first joined the company, Karen told me to treat the company like home. So, to get the job done right, I gradually spent 100,000 dollars of my own money to buy camera equipment and store it at the office. Now she's calling it company property? Fine. I immediately call the IRS and report the company for tax evasion and fraud. They insist the 100,000-dollar setup is theirs, yet they've never paid a single cent of tax on it. In that case, let's see what the IRS agents think about that.

Vanessa Allen and I were the envy of everyone who knew us—we were the perfect, loving couple. What none of them knew was that I was never anything more than a stand-in for my younger brother. One offhand complaint from him that he wasn't feeling well, and Vanessa would drop me the second my heart gave out. I begged her, in tears, to save me. All I got back was a cold, "Stop making a scene." Mom frowned and told me to be the bigger person, to stop pulling petty stunts out of jealousy. Dad looked at me like I disgusted him and said if I really wanted to die, I should just hurry up and do it. Even my elder brother, the one who'd doted on me since we were kids, turned on me. "Miles has bipolar disorder. You know that. Why can't you just let it go for once?" After that, I finally let go of any illusions I had about love or family. That was when they finally started to regret it—when they came to me in tears, begging for forgiveness.

My parents received their ‘Educators of the Year’ award on the day my twin sister and I were born. The reporters asked, "How will you educate your children in the future?" My father looked at the babies in the incubator. "Twins are perfect for a comparison experiment." My mother nodded weakly. "One of them will be brought up as an elite, while the other will grow up naturally. This is the only way to prove if education can change someone's life." That was how my family began its two grooming projects. The elite twin was given early education from the age of one month old, and her schedule was filled with enriching activities until she was 25. The regular twin was guaranteed only her most basic survival needs. The experiment would be a success as long as she did not die of starvation, freeze to death, or succumb to any illnesses. All our relatives praised my parents for their dedication and enthusiasm, and their colleagues told them, "These are what real educators are like." When it came time to announce their results on the big screen during a press conference, 26 years later… Mom, Dad, why are you so afraid to watch the outcome now?

At the supermarket checkout, I pulled up my e-wallet. The system froze. While I waited, I shoved the bottled water into a bag. "Miss!" the cashier yelled. "You didn't pay. Trying to steal?" Every head turned. Before I could say a word, my phone rang. "Dr. Andersen, a family of three got hit by a truck. Metal debris went through their chests. You're the only one who can operate!" Owen sounded freaked. I hung up and slapped a ten on the counter. "I'm sorry, but I have an emergency operation waiting. I need to go. Can I pay cash?" "No." She tossed the bill aside and gave me a once-over. "You? A doctor? Yeah, right. "You're not going anywhere until the system's back up." My phone kept buzzing in my pocket. "I don't want it anymore." I dropped the bottled water on the counter and turned to leave. Click. The cashier locked the exit gate. Then she faced the crowd. "She broke the checkout system, and now she's trying to run! Don't let her get away! "Everyone, stay calm. Security and the technician will be here any second." Whispers broke out around me. The smug look in her eyes made my blood boil.

My mother, a judge, wanted her intern-lawyer son to get his footing in the profession. So in the murder trial where I stood falsely accused, she threw fairness out the window and ruled in favor of the plaintiff's attorney: her own younger son. I begged her to be impartial. It was my last chance to clear my name. But she only snapped at me impatiently. "Your brother's just starting out. What's the harm in helping him? It's not a death sentence. A few years in prison won't kill you!" Later, when the victim's furious family stabbed me to death in the street, my mother lost her mind overnight.

I closed down my car repair shop in town and went to the city for a year to help my apprentice, Matthew Darwin. The headquarters finally decided to give someone in our car repair shop the title of the best employee of the year and give them a bonus of one million dollars, though we were to pick who it was on our own. Unfortunately, during such a good occasion, I received news that my mother got into an accident and needed money for her surgery. I was in a hurry to get money to save her, so I grabbed Matthew’s sleeve. “Matthew, you got the bonus, didn’t you? You promised to give me 30% of it.” But right in front of everyone’s faces, Matthew declared, “I’m happy to announce that I’m the one who’s getting the bonus!” “What? Didn’t you say—” “Say what? Without me as the owner, we wouldn’t have gotten the bonus.” “Matthew, I’m really in a hurry for money right now. My mother got into an accident and needs money for her sur—” Before I finished speaking, Matthew had already kicked me to the floor. “What does your mom getting into an accident have to do with me? Work! I don’t keep slackers around!” After Matthew sauntered out, Gary, one of the repairmen, helped me up. “Mr. York, without you, Mr. Darwin wouldn’t have gotten the bonus.” None of them have forgotten how the shop had gone from nearly bankrupt to the best car repair shop in the company, only Matthew. I had fixed cars for twenty years. It was time for me to fix his morals.

My best friend, Mia Sullivan, called me in tears. She told me that a creep had been stalking her and that she was too scared to stay in her apartment alone. In my past life, I felt sorry for her, so I agreed to let her stay at my house. Two weeks later, Mia uploaded a video online in which she accused my dad of having assaulted her. She cried her eyes out. The video instantly sparked outrage online. My dad’s reputation was ruined. He fell into depression and eventually jumped to his death. Even then, Mia kept demanding compensation from my family. She took everything we had until we went bankrupt. I had nothing left to live for, but she only looked at me with a mocking smile. “Charlotte, thank you for giving me the chance to gain both fame and fortune.” I returned to the past on the day Mia called me in tears. “Charlotte, please help me. There’s a man who keeps following me. My apartment isn’t safe anymore. I’m scared…” I forced down the joy that surged through me. “Sure. Come stay at my house.”

My younger brother, Leroy Graham, ended up becoming deaf and mute following an accident that occurred after his university entrance exam. Since then, his fiancée, Emilia Barton, communicated with him exclusively through sign language. I handed him money and told him to get his driver's license, then assured him I would pay for his university tuition fee. Emilia translated it as, "Your sister is mocking your disability and says you can't even drive.” When he picked up a summer job at a construction site, I had Emilia ask him to quit the construction work and work as an intern at my company instead. Again, she had twisted my words, "Your sister says she would be embarrassed to have you work at her company and that you're only good for construction work." At one point, he got into an accident at the construction site, which ended up crippling his legs. I cried out through the ICU glass, "Leroy, the doctor says it’s still possible to recover from this. I’ll spend everything I have to pay for your surgery!" Emilia looked at my brother, frowned, and signed to him again. "Your sister says that even if they performed surgery on you, you’d still end up being a burden to her. She wants you to sign the consent form to get amputated to make her life easier." My brother glared at me, biting his lip so hard it bled.