I Am A Prodigy Novels & Stories

And I'm also good at cooking and baking because Avy loved to eat, and they didn't give her so many sweets in her residence, so I would always make her some. I always would learn everything I could and as fast as I could to help her out as well because she was a slow learner and wouldn't understand the way of teaching by the Royal tutors. But she used to say my way was easier for her. So, I would always help her out by describing everything and giving her examples of it, because I couldn't write in front of her because I had to stay with the blindfold on. The thing is, I'm a prodigy. A genius who's self-taught and with a photographic memory. So much, so that I even mastered various types of d

Something fiery and uncontrollable was flickering in Orion's eyes. He was the undisputed prodigy of his family ever since he could toddle about. He was miles above all the other prodigies, even after he joined the Department. He was nothing short of the brightest, most brilliant man wherever he went. He had been undefeated, so much so that he was getting tired of all the praise and adulation.

3rd person pov There was a time he believed in the system. Bright-eyed. Sharp-minded. Hungry for knowledge and a future he’d been promised if only he worked hard enough. At fourteen, he was already leagues ahead of his peers. Teachers called him a prodigy. A scholarship—one funded by a generous tech conglomerate—was practically guaranteed. He would’ve gone to one of the best schools in the country, maybe even abroad. He would’ve made something of himself. Until it all disappeared.

At twenty-eight, Ignacio Cross was younger than most people I knew in the Inner City. He had numerous accreditations in the science field, rivalling my personal achievements and maybe even surpassing it. Remarks by the Academy investigators about his personality were mostly positive, claiming that Ignacio was a child prodigy with an innate gift for mathematics and physics. The only thing that stood out was a date indicating his official renouncement for his Inner City rights. The reason was left unspecified, fueling my curiosity.

So, he put his phone back in his pocket before heading back to his classroom. The school doesn't interest him, he doesn't have to open a book or listen to his professor, the only reason he attends school is for his self-made mission. Rene is born a prodigy or a child genius, at the age of three; he already knew how to read. He knew he instantly started reading when he learns to read his first syllables. . His grandparents own a mini library with books dated 1600's. He learns about chemistry at the age of five and read a series of medical encyclopedia when he was in his third grade.

The light bulb hanging down from our ceiling flickers bleakly, like my future. “You okay?” Cassidy asks, pushing her thickly rimmed glasses up her nose. She’s already stopped packing and is now hovering above me, hands on her waist. “What do you think?” I try not to snap at her but I can’t help it. I went from being a child prodigy who started playing the Cello at age five to an eighteen year old teenager that can’t even play a single note without faltering.

I replied to Jeremy’s email. His response came almost immediately. “As much as I appreciate your consideration to pay extra, it is not necessary. The only thing I would need from you is the basic fees required. I will happily make an exception to meet with you at the location of your choice. I won’t be free to leave until later this evening, but I can certainly come to you. As soon as I received your email, I looked into your elementary transcripts and learned you are a highly gifted student. I also heard you were once recognized as a child prodigy.”

The hag shook her head repeatedly. "No, this is impossible! Even if you're gifted, you wouldn't be this accomplished without giving blood and sweat!" Frank sighed. "Don't you know that Einstein revolutionized physics in his twenties? Prodigies don't simply possess extraordinary gifts—they can gain twice the success even with less effort than the average person, staying well beyond any of your reach." The hag smirked. "To be honest, I would have been willing to let you join us if not for your arrogance."

“Is there something we should know about the president?” “Hmm.” Sheels blinked slowly, crossing her legs, leaning on her stretched arms. “People I’ve known called her a prodigy. He was able to write at the age of three and has already learned algebra when he was eight. To put it simply, he learned so fast all it takes is for him to read a textbook and he’d be able to answer even the most complex problem concerning it in a matter of a minute.” Hera nodded. “A genius, huh. That explains why your school only accepts students with high intelligent quotient.”

'Severin has grown much stronger since that encounter on the Seventh Mountain… ' he thought to himself in awe. There was a clear division between the Southsky's prodigies. First, there were 'ordinary' prodigies like Sian, Uzair, and Celeste. Such individuals were enough to hold their own against their realm, and at most, they could defeat those slightly stronger than them. Then there were the 'super' prodigies, who were usually the talk of the town. These were individuals like Karl, Simeon, and Callie. They were blessed with divine constitutions and could effortlessly slay foes much stronger than them!