Genius Thesaurus Novels & Stories

I had refused all interviews to avoid trouble, so most people only knew my surname—Summer—and that I was the Science Academy's mysterious young genius. Sabrina mocked me in every way she could, and Jared didn't lift a finger to stop her. Instead, he nodded. "Do as she says and wait outside. I'm about to meet Professor Summer and present my theory. If she sees my potential, I could be granted an exceptional spot at the Science Academy." I gave a faint, knowing smile. "Professor Summer?" Sabrina looked at me with utter disdain, clearly thinking I didn't know someone so famous. "Professor Summer is a genius in the research community! If she recognizes your abilities, you could skyrocket to the

"What is it?" "Mommy forbade me from participating in piano contests. Mommy said I was too young." Adam complained about everything to Father. As I guessed, Father would have told me to enter Adam into the contest. "But it's a big contest, Dad!" "So what?" asked Father casually. His right-hand cuts the very juicy beef. The smell of fresh meat wafted. "That child has extraordinary abilities. I know because he is my grandson. He inherited what I once had." Father looks proud, especially when he knows that Adam is very good at playing the piano.

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But they were wrong. It was much harder to train with geniuses than it was to train with the average joes; hence the saying, ‘a frog in the bottom of a well’. Anyone can be considered a genius when they shine in the midst of average men, but only a true genius could still flicker brightly when surrounded by geniuses.

I knew when I let him in that it would change me, but while I really thought those changes were going to come from my lover, somehow, they came from my teacher. Thanks to the decisions I made about him, I am about to flunk my senior year of high school. However, I do so as a genius - at least according to Emerson, who defines it as, "To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, that is genius." I did what I thought was right, and chased after what I wanted. I even got to have it, for a while, and hold onto it until it felt the need to squirm loose. That's more than most people can say, I guess.

Keeping my voice light, I said, tapping his shoulder lightly before walking away from the group towards my car and the guard waiting for me in front of the college gates. “If only there were a way to get you out late…” Drake muttered to no one. I stopped and turned back to them. Chris, Jimmy, and I looked at Drake with admiration as if he’d shared a million-dollar business idea. Drake looked back at us, uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me with e-evil in your eyes?” I threw my arm around his shoulder and chuckled. “You’re a genius, man.” “Am I?” he asked, still not understanding what was going on.

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

Lee in a deep voice, "How is he?" Dr. Lee, a middle-aged man in his forties with average build and black-framed glasses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to sound calm, "It's really strange. The assessment results from the last time clearly showed that Noah had signs of depressive tendencies. But just a few days later, the results are completely different. Not only does he not have depression, but he's also... um... unusually active. I think anyone could get depression, but he definitely won't."

"It's trying to imitate early 20th-century handwriting, but look at this. "The stroke doesn't have the right weight. It was clearly traced. The paper may be old, but the writing itself isn't worth much." Barbara examined it again, then suddenly clapped her hands. "You're absolutely right! That kind of eye only comes from decades of experience!" The others broke into applause and exclaimed, "He's a genius!" "This isn't hard," Calvin said with a smirk. "You just call it like you see it, right?" Uncle Gary, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. "My, my. Calvin's got real talent, huh?"

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."