Romans & histoires Constantly Risking Absurdity

I mumbled against his chest, inhaling his strong cologne mixed with his musky scent which made me lick my lips involuntarily. Fuck, did he always smell this good? “Never. I’m not brave like you to take a chance even if it means to get hurt. I’m a coward, Hazel.” “What do you mean?” “The girl I like, I could have told her that I liked her but I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way and now it’s just too late.”

Absurdism is a philosophy which holds that the universe is chaotic and irrational and that any attempt to impose order will ultimately fail. Before Aunty Matilda visited today, I had an argument with Goodness over the phone. It started when I told him that I firmly believed that some people knew too much to the extent that they are unable to accept that they actually know nothing. Goodness said my statement was false. He said when you know too much, you are aware of the infinity you do not know. Hence, the realisation that you know nothing at all.

Because she felt it too. That subtle and unresolved tension. The voice spoke again. “Coexistence… introduces instability.” Zara rolled her eyes. “Everything introduces instability to you.” But the voice continued. “Instability increases unpredictability.” I frowned. “Define risk.” A pause, then... “Uncontrolled divergence.” The words settled heavy because we had focused on balance. But balance is fragile and Melissa’s voice was quiet. “How much risk?” The silence was longer this time then... “Unknown.” That was worse than any defined threat.

It's not a must to choose dare right ? She ruffled the option in her head , but smiled stiffly when she saw everybody's eyes on her . Oh shit !! She shakily reached out for the truth pile , when something unthinkable happen . She thought , thought? She clearly saw a hand , a very fast one , that moved her hands away from the direction of the truth pile . Another dilemma !! She took a deep breath , and steadied herself. She bravely took out a paper from the pile . Her eyes widened to an unthinkable extent when she saw what was written on the paper .

She stopped kissing him, sat beside him, and asked him again, "Imman, what else is bothering you? Please tell me, honey! I will listen to everything that you are going to tell me, what is it?" Even if he tries to conceal his utmost fears, Imman could not do it anymore. He has to tell her the reason why he became so melancholic even if she will get hurt badly. "Cassandra," he said, this time he got up from his seat, looking directly at her lover. "My father-in-law told me that he will stop the investments that he promised your father if I continue my plans of marrying you. He even said that without his support your company will go into bankruptcy. I did not believe him, of course, thinking th

"I don't know. Some people would call it reckless." "Some people aren't doing it." He set his cup down. "Reckless is when you don't understand the risk. I understand it completely." "And you're still here." "I'm still here." He held my gaze steadily. "So are you." Outside an older man walked a dog past the window, unhurried, completely unaware of anything except the morning. Ordinary. All of it ordinary. And us, inside, drinking coffee in the middle of it. "We should do this again," I said. Not planned. Just true.

Since I required them to fall correctly. Not just collapse. but be destroyed utterly. Legally. Publicly. Irreversibly. Were all things bursting. They could recover. Spin it. Deny it. Twist it. I wheeled about and went back to the desk. “That’s the risk,” I said. I strolled back and sat down with my gaze on the screen. So who? I opened a new document and typed a single word on the top. WHO? Then I began to enumerate. Adrian.

"We'll spend years responding to the same threats, wondering why they never disappear." A younger cousin shifted uneasily. Someone else looked away. The truth had become uncomfortable. Good. It should have been. My grandfather finally spoke again. "So this is about him." "No." "It is." "It's about ending something instead of surviving it." "You would risk generations of stability?" "I would rather risk uncertainty than guarantee more violence." The room erupted. Several voices spoke at once. "He's reckless." "He doesn't understand." "He's thinking emotionally." "This is impossible." I remained seated.

"This isn't about crushing your spirit. This is about channeling your exceptional talent into a structurally sound future. You are too valuable to be left to the whims of emotional improvisation." He placed the two photos side-by-side on the stone ledge right next to my head, trapping me. "The Abstract path is high-risk, low-return, emotionally draining, and confirms your internal resistance. It is the art of the old, broken Leo." "And the Sculpture?" I whispered, my breath catching in my throat, overwhelmed by his proximity.

Scarlet lingered at the entrance of the Leverton longer than she ever had before. The revolving doors spun steadily in front of her but she remained just outside, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag as if the simple act of stepping forward required more courage than she possessed at the moment. Hell she could just call in sick or something! Scarlet shuts her eyes and whines, why does this keep happening to her?! First it was her risky picture and now Alton probably thinks she wants to kiss him!