Constantly Risking Absurdity Novels & Stories

The light around the Judges flickered. For the first time, uncertainty appeared in their shifting forms. The third Judge spoke slowly. “Completion was not anticipated.” The first responded: “Unpredictability increases universal risk.” The second countered: “But instability has decreased.” They were debating. About me. About whether I should exist. My pulse pounded. “What happens if you decide I’m a risk?” I asked. The first Judge answered without emotion. “Correction.” The word landed heavily. Erasure. Theodore stepped forward again, anger blazing.

“Disappointed because you did almost something you didn’t want to or because you knew, deep down, that you’ve been wanting it more than pretty much anything else?” “Both, I guess.” I shrug, my gaze drifting to the grain of the wood on the coffee table. “I don’t know, it’s just… It failed the first time. Why let it fail again via a natural course when I can just ruin it all myself from the get-go, right?” Leah’s laughter is soft. “Abby, you can’t just self-destruct every time you’re worried you might get hurt.” I let out my own wry chuckle. “Why not? It feels safer this way.”

“I never said it was a bad idea. Yes, it’s insane, but it’s not a bad idea.” “You think it’s a good idea?” “I think it might be good enough to work.” “Then why did you laugh?” “I was more amused about the idea that you’re the one that’s going to do this. I would have expected something like this from anyone else but you.” I raise both my eyebrows in disbelief. “Why do you think I wouldn’t do something like this?” “It’s a big risk, and you’re not the kind of person that usually takes big swings like this. You like to control every aspect of something and try to hedge your bets to make sure you win.”

"But... I don't think I can't accept it. Some people will judge us and I don't want it, I want safety for my childrens. Specially Tina was pregnant." I bit my lips because of what she'd said. "Do you think I am a daughter of Fredeiner for nothing? We face different clients, mom. And whenever we do that, we think the possible outcome for the business when we chose to be their partner. Also the risk we were putting incase that business will fail. I am saying this to tell you that I'd think about this okay? No one will talk about this, we'll going to put an show that I have a big dept on Tina and forgot to pay it. No one will doubt that cause you're rich in the past."

I look down at my baby bump, my baby is starving I don't care if I have money or not I'm taking this risk I turned to the direction of the eatery and started walking toward it. I was already standing at the entrance of the eatery contemplating whether to go back or not, "Should I go back?" I asked myself "You already started this, finish it for your baby's sake for your baby," My subconscious told me "But isn't it risky to walk into an eatery with nothing….?" "Your baby is worth the risk" My subconscious replied, taking that as a go ahead, without further contemplating, I walk into the eatery and took a seat at a corner

And if Shawn Reid intends to build competitors, then I intend to be the one who wins. The city outside hums with traffic, sunlight spilling across glass towers. I step into it, binder tucked tight, ambition sharper than fear. Controlled risk. That’s what he called it yesterday. Maybe that’s what this is. Maybe I’m the risk. And maybe he’s the one who intends to control it. But control is never absolute. Not when ambition is involved. Not when mine is stronger than fear.

He hasn’t moved a muscle, but the air between us feels charged, electric with a sudden, terrifying current. “Insanity is often just a different perspective,” Marcus says, his voice low and smooth: A flush rises up my neck, burning hot against my skin. I look away, staring down at my hands clenched in my lap. The idea is absurd. It’s dangerous. It’s the kind of thing that destroys marriages and ends friendships.

Not panic. Something else. Something far more dangerous. The beginning of a shift.

“You shift routes before anyone settles into them. That creates gaps.” “It removes patterns.” “It creates confusion.” “Only for those who rely on predictability.” I held his gaze, steady. “And your pack doesn’t?” “They rely on adaptation.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” he said. “It’s better.” The answer came too easily. Too certain. I stepped closer without thinking about it, drawn by something I couldn’t quite name. “Or it’s riskier.” “Everything is risk,” he said. “Some risks are unnecessary.”

My feet are bleeding from running through the woods. I can feel the stones cutting into me. My lungs feel like they are on fire. The branches from the trees have scratched my face all to hell, but still, I keep running. I swear I wake up in a sweat every time I have that dream. I can't do this anymore. Its been over a year and I have now decided to run. The dreams have gotten worse since I made the choice to run and hide. I will change everything about myself if I have to.