Genius Thesaurus Novels & Stories

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

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

Regardless, I couldn’t give anyone the impression that I had high intelligence. Hoax Files: Genius IQ over 140, in the 99th percentile. An exceptional intellect, ability to make connections others can’t. Exploited: knowledge and inventions used to harm or enslave others, genius minds used in experiments ending in fatalities, insanity (American MK-Ultra, Russian Gulag, German Nazi camps). Don’t let them know you’re smart.

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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.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

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.