History Repeats Itself As Farce Novels & Stories

The sight of Ruth and Richard's happiness only served to magnify my own feelings of loneliness and heartbreak. It was that day, and today, hundreds of years have passed, but even after that, Richard is reborn and steals Ruth away from me. It was as if history was repeating itself, with Richard once again stealing Ruth's heart. But things are different this time, as I refuse to let history repeat itself. Ruth will be mine now, and Richard is going to suffer the same pain he inflicted on me all those years ago.

I shut the door, threw the deadbolt, and leaned my head back against the heavy wood. I closed my eyes, but her words kept looping in my mind, sounding painfully familiar. It was just a mistake. He promised. No one will find out. I had whispered those exact same lies to myself two years ago. I had trusted the same man, believed the same promises, and watched my entire world catch fire because of it. Now, history was repeating itself under the exact same roof.

"Explain it to me, Kael. Properly, for once, instead of speaking in half sentences and letting me piece together the horror on my own." Kael guided her gently away from the common room, back up the narrow stairs to the privacy of their shared quarters, before he spoke again. "The loop does not always repeat the entire world," he said carefully. "Sometimes it corrects itself in smaller ways. A single day repeats. A single death undoes itself and happens again, exactly the same, or sometimes slightly different, depending on what has changed." "But why would I remember it, when no one else does? Why would that woman not remember her own death?"

“Edward, do you know? The moment I wore it, I knew I’d be the one laughing at the end!” In the visitation room, Hugh laughed and cried at the same time. “But why… why did the backlash hit me? It was supposed to help me!” Listening to his almost deranged confession, a ridiculous thought flashed through my mind. On boring days, I’d read plenty of comics. Hugh’s strange intuitions, his unstoppable streak of “good luck” that even included having a dean as his aunt… Could it be that he really was one of those lucky protagonists from the comics who was blessed with luck? And I? I was just the bitter side character, feeding him experience and artifacts, only to be trampled underfoot in the end.

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come a day when you won't be able to earn a thing, and every last penny will be gone." Then, his tone softened. "It's just as well that you finally understand. At least now we don't have to stay away from home anymore."

Of course she did. Ariella pretended not to notice until she heard the fake cough behind her. She turned around, slow and sharp. “Need something?” Melody’s expression was sweet. Too sweet. “I wanted to talk. Just us.” “Talk or manipulate?” Melody blinked. “Excuse me?” Ariella leaned against the bookshelf. “That smoothie trick was cute. Next time, don’t aim for the shoes. It’s too obvious.” Melody’s smile faltered. “You think I’d—”

Torn between defending her husband and securing the two million dollars, she chose to faint on the spot. Both women were rushed to the hospital ward after fainting, and the entire incident went absolutely viral online overnight. "Oh my goodness! How did they suddenly come back to life? Didn't the livestream from the previous night say three out of four family members were dead? How did the mother and sister suddenly come back to life today?" "I heard the two of them only regained consciousness when they were already at the crematorium." "How is it even possible to misissue a death certificate? If they hadn't woken up, they'd have been cremated alive!"

History repeating itself - a Hawthorne marrying for convenience. But for the first time, I wonder if convenience is really all this marriage will be.

I still remembered what Jada said, “History repeats itself.” Is that the reason why I fell down from the stairs? If I hadn’t run, would my ending be the same as Sea? Is this what they call reincarnation? But that’s impossible! Besides, if my mum was claiming murder, then who would have murdered me back there? And if Sea really did commit suicide, I am sure myself that I’m not suicidal.

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."