Genius Test Novels & Stories

"Her standardized test score is irrelevant. She is being admitted under exceptional talent-based provisions." The silence in the room became absolute. "The National Science Foundation? Jenny?" Every pair of eyes in the room swiveled to me, wide with confusion. The only sound was my grandmother's joyful gasp. Her trembling hands reached for mine. "Jenny… is this true?" I nodded, a calm smile finally touching my lips. "It is, Grandma. I've been working with Uncle James." Grandma's face broke into the most radiant smile I'd ever seen. "James mentored you? Oh, my brilliant girl! Our family has a real scholar!"

he said, his voice carrying across the courtyard, “you will begin the second stage of the evaluation.” He paused, letting the air grow still around us. “The test is not of your strength or speed,” he said. “It is of your mind.” Some students shifted uneasily. “This is what we call the IQ test.” “Intelligence and Strategy,” he explained. “Many of you will fail. That is expected. But those who pass will prove they are more than muscle, they can lead, think, and survive.” I stood still, my fingers curling into my palms. Mind. Strategy. Thinking.

“It will definitely be him. It is just obvious he did. There is no other person in this house except the three of us. I have been looking out for the talent he will exhibit since he woke up from coma. I thought I told you he would likely display a new talent.” Eva shook her head in agreement, “Exactly, doctor. Brian and I have been siblings and we attended the same school. He has always loved mathematics but wasn’t the best at it. He was just an average student. His flair for music has always stolen his interest for other things.” Doctor Bill explained, “There are eighty-six billion brain cells in the human brain. Of these, an infinitely small portion of them handle cognitive flexibility. Hi

the senior partner continues, straightening slightly, “this is Lucas Santis. Top of his class, the best student in his faculty, and ....” He pauses for effect. “A certified genius.” A soft murmur ripples through the room. They're all impressed, curious, and interested in the new intern. I scoff. It’s quiet, barely audible….but in this silence?? It might as well have been thunder. My chin lifts slightly, my expression sharpening just a fraction. “‘Genius’ is a term people use too loosely,” I say coolly, not even bothering to look at the senior partner as I speak. “It tends to lose meaning when overused.”

Madelyn thought it was really cool how he managed to do well in school without making it his whole life. "Feeling nervous about the exam tomorrow?" Madelyn asked, looking at him. He, in a white hoodie, scratched the back of his neck. "Nah, not really. It's just a regular test for me. If you're worried, you can practice more with those basic workbooks." 'When a genius talks, it's different,' she thought. These were practice books you couldn't easily find in regular stores. Kennedy had given them all to her, so Madelyn thanked him.

Cordy continued to teach Dicky patiently, having become much calmer after finding out about Dicky's IQ score. She had done some reading, and found out that geniuses tend to be more single-minded on things. In short, while they could score 120 out of a test with a full score of 100 points, they could also get a big fat zero in certain areas. Unfortunately, there was no chance of them improving on the latter. Dicky's greatest weakness was perhaps language. "Lee-id, lid," Dicky repeated after her, and suddenly pronounced another word,"Ree-id. Rid."

“Basic math, word problems, that sort of thing. It’s a thinly veiled IQ test.” “Oh,” I say, my eyebrows going up. I’ve never taken one of those – at least not to my knowledge. “Begin,” the Captain calls from the beginning of the room, his voice dry. “Bring your test up to the front when you’re finished with it. And then you’ll be dismissed.”

She snapped back furiously, "Our tutor has also mentioned that the test is a lot harder than usual! Besides, I want to go out and have fun! What do you mean it's an excuse for me to not study? I love studying! Studying makes me happy!" Sometimes, Naomi really hated smart people. She didn't mean to lose 30 marks on purpose! The way Kaden phrased the whole thing made it sound like she was stupid. Couldn't he just outright say that she got a total of 70 marks on her math test? Naomi felt that she had done a pretty good job on her test. Why must Kaden, a genius who obtained 90 marks, say such things just to rain on her parade? Ugh, she was so pissed!

“What are you talking about?” “The tests are mirrors, dear. It means that they will reflect what you are really made of. In your case, I hope that the testing will take a couple of hours. No test has a theory. Everything is practical. They will put you in different scenarios to show that you have the five skills. For you dear, the speed, agility and defense tests will be quick. You are excellent on those points. They will take time to debate the points of strategy and strength. You must show how intelligent you are and, at the second point, there is not only muscle strength. Inner strength is the most significant thing that the test evaluates.”

They both sat in silence as they licked their cones. "Daddy, today in class, we wrote a quick test" she broke the silence. "What was it about?" "Arithmetic" "Did you do it well?" Baron asked studying his daughter's pretty face. "I got nine questions right out of ten. It's weird" she opened her drawer and began to search for something. Baron guessed it was the suicide note. He was thinking of a way to start a conversation about it. "Why's it weird?" "Because I'm a genius. But I still couldn't get number six right no matter how hard I tried. Do you know why?" She said still searching under her books for something.