Bad Decision Make Good Stories Novels & Stories

"The moral of the story?" He laughed at her cute question. "The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!"

Well, no, I can't promise not to make bad decisions. What man can?

“Anyway, we’re just a few against a world of people who like to do bad things as if it’s going out of style. It’s way easier to do bad things than good, and righting that, or even offering a small correction, is a lifelong process.” There’s a round of mumbled agreement to that, a clink of glasses which I don’t participate in, then everyone pounces like wolves on their plates, shoveling up food like crime isn’t the only thing going out of style. I could say that it’s not proof enough. They’re stories, and while they were told with real feelings, the stories could have easily been rehearsed. I could say that I still don’t believe a word, but instead, I just eat my breakfast. It’s surprisingly

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

My readers wanted new content every single day and if they didn’t get it, then I knew they wouldn’t stick around for long. Up to this point, I had limited my blog posts to be about bad dates involving friends, family or personal experience; basically anything that I could verify to some degree. But without me having regular bad dates, I just didn't have the content I needed to keep the website running smoothly. I needed more. That was when an idea flashed into my mind. What if I allowed readers to submit their stories to me? They could tell me all about their bad dates and I could post the best “worst” dates from them. It’ll be like a contest.

He made a bad decision now and then, but he also made a good decision. Not every decision he made would give him the outcome he wanted it to be. Sometimes, he didn’t get much time to think of everything before he decided. Sometimes, he questioned the morality of his decisions whenever his people died. At one time, he understood the risk. At another time, he questioned whether it was necessary to take the risk. Despite him being indecisive sometimes, they needed to know his decision whether it was bad or good. Any outcomes, he would have to endure it—endured whatever resulted from his decision. Now and then, his mistakes were eating him up alive.

The beautiful, terrible, entire point. We try telling a story. A simple one, with a bad ending. “The narrative arc does not resolve,” the Warden observes. “There is no catharsis. No justice. The emotional payoff is negative. This is an inefficient use of cognitive resources.” “Not every story has a good ending,” Arthur says, his voice low. “Sometimes the point is just… that it happened.” The Warden blinks. “To what end?” We are failing. I can feel it. Our lessons are just more data for their models.

Mrs Baldwin furrowed her brows at me, "Why? He just got back and he needs someone as good as you to help me pass the finals. You don't want him to fail, do you?" "No, absolutely not." I quickly answered her before she got the wrong idea, "it's just that Jake is an asshole-" Mrs Baldwin's brows furrowed even deeper. Oops, wrong choice of words. "I mean, he isn't really a good guy and I don't want to be paired with someone like him." I explained in a calmer tone despite the havoc that was going on inside of me. "If Jake isn't a good person then I think the right person to set him on the right path is you, Keisha."

[|] Lucas' POV My day started with the loud noises of the couple above my apartment arguing yet again and each time they did, it reminded me never to get into a relationship with someone. There was nothing but sadness, fights, and trust issues. That was why I preferred to fuck girls that I wanted and move on. I groaned as my head throbbed achingly. I had stayed up till late, trying to finish the fucking project our professor gave us two months ago. Luckily I had submitted it two hours before the deadline— the perfect time to do what I was supposed to have done months ago.