Constantly Risking Absurdity Novels & Stories

My friend puts a bunch of things on the counter for me to check out. “Yes. You know. Gorgeous men, used to having the woman they want, snapping their fingers and destroying anyone's panties, the casual sex, zero-commitments type,” I listen carefully as I begin to ring up the articles. The truth is that I do not keep track of anything. I am very absorbed between her words. “And I know that a couple of days ago I told you to take a risk and give yourself a chance with him, but after seeing him I couldn't help feeling something strange...” “What thing?” I interrupt her.

I spent some money on a metal cot and moved into my shop. Bianca came by several times to talk me into going home, but I threw her out every time. I reported the missing jewelry to the police, but without enough evidence, they couldn't open a case at all. I was so anxious that I could barely function, and sores formed in my mouth. While I was sending Mason another message, I saw his latest social media post. [Admitted through a direct admit slot. Stay mad!]

A few days later, Colette excitedly handed me her phone, which showed three trending headlines. [Jordan Skinner Refuses Marriage—His Father Hospitalized Again, Condition Critical.] [Giselle Parson Spends Millions on High-Risk Pregnancy—Still Miscarries.] [Kendrick Group Bankrupt—Disgraced Former Tycoon Spotted Begging at Skinner HQ.] Colette looked at me gently. "Does this bring you any peace, sweetheart?" I shook my head. "I don't feel anything at all, Colette. It doesn't matter anymore." Those people were just heavy words on a page I had already turned. The wind had carried them away.

"What if something happens?" "The thing about my crazy idea is that something will definitely happen. That's why we're taking the risk. Let's lock ourselves up and hide the key in a place that will be easier to find when we're sober. I doubt our drunk selves will be able to find the key." I tell him. "Snow." "This crazy idea of mine isn't supposed to make sense, Cody. It's supposed to be risky." I point out. "You can back out now and take care of me instead."

“You’ve definitely gone bonkers. Anyone can walk in here at any moment,” “Makes it more fucking fun,don’t ya think? And hell,if it’s Cameron,it would just make my night,” he chuckled. I frowned. “That’s not funny.” “You’re overthinking things. Chances of anyone walking here at this hour are like… well,eighty percent but you gotta learn how to take risks,beautiful.”

I remembered our absurd relationship, how we'd devoured each other that night, and I remembered, one after another, all the absurd smiles she'd plastered on my face with every one of her silly things. I was a man who did not smile. In my thirty-eight years of life, I had never smiled as much as in the last few months. I didn't need anyone else if I had her. Would that be rash? Yes, but I suppose the best things in my life have come to me this way, taking risks. And once again, I'd take a risk. For us.

If you spend enough time with anything, you start liking it, even sadness. -Amish Tripathi. |T H I R D P E R S O N| Life is adventurous and only people who hates adventure claims to not like life. They want stability and normalcy in life while it gives you anything but that. You can never be stable with your life when you, yourself are constantly moving. You walk ahead in hope for more and then wish to find everything same and put together behind, just like you left.

People didn’t care about closing their apartments so I sneaked inside one on the third floor and looked for a window to jump from. ‘Don’t even think about it!’ C’mon! I am not normal anymore. We can try using Adolphus’ strength. For the first time since he marked me, I am genuinely happy he did. I can use it to our advantage. ‘No! Don’t put us in danger. Do you realize that we’ll be bedridden for months if you do it?’ If we don’t take risks, we’ll be in more danger. Unfortunately, I am tired from staying still waiting for a prince on a white horse. I can save myself.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

Begging during sex is one thing, but this is different. I don’t disagree with him, but the desire between us overrides all my common sense. I get dressed and think about how good we could be. How good, but also how volatile, how risky. We could lose everything. If we open Pandora’s box, we might not be able to close it. The problem is, I think we already did.