Fun Argument Novels & Stories

Mira We argued for the first time on a Saturday. Not the long-suppressed eruptions of the early weeks, the kind freighted with seven years of accumulated grievance and managed so carefully on both sides that even a direct statement felt like a controlled detonation. This was something different. This was the argument of two people who were close enough now to disagree without the disagreement being about everything else underneath it. It started over something small. That is how the real arguments always start, I have found: the large ones announce themselves, they have weight and precedent and you can see them arriving from a distance. The small ones simply appear, already in progress, befo

"He told me there was an argument." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It wasn't an argument." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "He said it was the kind of argument that doesn't raise its voice, which he said was worse." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara looked at the tree line. "He said that." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I counter “First, ungentlemanly isn’t a word and-“ I cut him off, “It is if I say it is” I don’t know why I’m trying to pick a fight so desperately. Most probably it is due to my empty stomach. I’m moody when I'm hungry. “Why do you have to argue about everything?” “I do not argue about everything,” I say, attempting to defend myself “You are literally proving my point right now. You’re arguing about not arguing” He mutters incredulously

And I can't say a word because of my nervousness. Fuck. ...(to be continued)

The statement of someone who had heard the question and the answer and had arrived at the conclusion before she'd said the next sentence. "No," she said. "But I needed to know I could." She looked at him steadily. "The argument in that piece is designed to make stepping back look necessary. If I step back, it validates the argument. If I don't step back, I need to be able to demonstrate, specifically and documentably, why the argument is wrong." "Tell me," he said.

They start to argue, and things quickly escalate. As the argument gets more heated, they start to say things they don't mean. They're both feeling defensive, and they're both hurt by the other person's words. They're losing sight of their shared goals, and they're both feeling overwhelmed and upset. In the midst of the argument, Willow suddenly realizes something. She realizes that they're both so focused on being "right" that they're not listening to each other. She takes a deep breath and says, "Let's take a step back. I think we're both getting too caught up in the details, and we're not seeing the bigger picture."

I opened my mouth. The argument I had ready was a good one. It had multiple parts and they were all true and any one of them would have held up under pressure. The problem with Petra was that she had known me for three years and she knew the difference between an argument I was making because I believed it and an argument I was making because I was scared of what happened if I stopped making it. I closed it.

And deeply, profoundly weird. “Incoming fan theory,” Lina announced, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She was monitoring the Audience’s passive feedback, a low hum of interpretations and speculation. “A significant contingent believes the ‘Great Drizzle Argument’ was a subtle metaphor for post-partum depression in cosmic entities. They’re writing essays.”

conversation! No no no. Arguments..

The body's inside account of the ground and the ground's inside account of the body. He paused. There was more to say about the architecture of the argument—the way it grew from the book but moved beyond it, the way it applied the insight about the inside account to a different domain. He wrote: The next thing has arrived. The cleared space after the book has produced the next argument. The argument is on the ground—literally. Thomas. The estate. The doing-knowledge Don began learning in February is the preparation for the argument it produced. Both things are always true: the building produces the argument and the argument informs the building.