Fun Argument Novels & Stories

This ridiculous argument I’m having with myself is airtight. The bond doesn't care about airtight arguments. Instead, it thinks showing me a frame by frame replay is the solution to the problem. His hand cupping her jaw, the gentleness of it, the reverence and easy affection in the soft brush of his lips over hers. The pain these images produce is entirely unreasonable, and I know it. I know exactly what I forfeited and exactly why I have no right to an opinion on any of this. I will not cry about it.

“And even if Mommy and I fight, it does not mean that we love you and each other less. Sometimes, arguments are good. We can be open about our feelings, challenge each other’s thoughts before we come up with a solution.” Aaron nodded. The cast of doubt I gleaned from his eyes was no longer there when our gazes met. “So, who won the argument?” Althea butted in. There was a silly grin on her face that made me want to reach out to pinch her cheeks. I shook my head. “No one. We don’t argue to win. We argue to compromise and meet in the middle.” I told them. The children’s shout of joy filled the van’s cabin when Victor announced that we were going inside the fast food chain.

The Architecture of an Argument He spoke for forty minutes. Betty had heard the argument seventeen times in preparation. She had helped build it, had pushed back against its weak points until they were no longer weak, had watched Arthur refine it through iteration after iteration until it was as close to airtight as two weeks of intensive work could make it. Hearing it in the chamber was different. In her office it had been a strategy. In this room, with forty feet of stone ceiling above and seventeen council members watching from elevation and two hundred years of institutional authority pressing from every surface, it was something else.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

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

I let him have the last word. I had not planned to let him have the last word, it was not the kind of thing I did consciously. But somewhere in the middle of the argument I had looked at his face, at the particular animation of him when he was making a case for something, the sharp bright quality of his eyes and the slight gesture of his hand that happened when he was reaching for a point, and I had let the argument wind down and given him the last word because watching him make the case was better than winning.

To furnish self with ease is the biggest cause for disease. May you uphold, enfold. Untold is the story of life. You narrate your choice. Do not resemble dispute. Argue to achieve life. You cannot entertain defeat of thoughts. You shouldn’t be shy or retreat. They who argue at their best are never fooled by rich an inch. You argue with gratitude towards things, not to insult but to win. You win through every argument. You be in sense rich. Define no role imperfect. Jump up to perfection. Your God wants you to be achiever. Your God wants you to be best and rich.

"He brought me here in expectance that you will welcome me with open arms but instead, what did you do? you decide to create a scene while calling me names. yes, not everyone is as popular and influential as the Bills but that certainly doesn't give you the right to talk down on anyone. yes! you are fortunate. so what? I can be in a better position tomorrow." "Just because no one knows tomorrow does not mean I will come begging for your help. Stop being so delusional." "No, I am not wishing for your downfall, but that doesn't mean that I will remain in one position forever."

Sarah shouted, shielding her face as the temperature began to climb, the metallic scent of burning circuit boards filling the air. "We don't," Anji barked, shoving her toward the service ducting near the floor. "We bypass it. Arga, if you can hear me, feed the sector an recursive paradox. Force it to try and resolve a non-existent logic path. Give me five seconds of pure confusion!" "I'm burning my deck out for this, you idiot!" Arga yelled back, his voice thick with frustration. "Dropping the bait now!"

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