Fun Argument Novels & Stories

Sinful and Millicent sit opposite Thought and I on the couch, a coffee table separating us. Sinful sighs. “I have my doubts.” “We have to give it a chance,” Thought says promptly, likely cutting him off from saying anything else. Of course they doubt I’m being truthful about my abilities. A simple girl with such a powerful ability is almost unheard of. But yet here I am, helping them regardless.

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“I was curious.” He looked up. “About the topic?” The question had a second layer. She heard it clearly and chose to address only the surface. “About whether your argument held up under pressure,” she said. “Did it?” “Mostly.” That almost smile again. “Mostly.” “Your third point was overconfident.” “Arguments need confidence. Otherwise they’re just suggestions.” “There’s a distance between confidence and arrogance, Ryder.”

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!"

ANDREW'S POV: I thought about this for a moment. Amelia and I argued about things regularly. We argued about butter quantities in baking, we argued about the correct way to load the dishwasher and a lot more which were all arguments in which both of us believed we were correct. A formal debate was different. In a formal debate you were assigned your position by the draw of a lot and not by what you actually believed. Which meant one of us was going to have to argue for something we did not believe.

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

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.

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.