I Am Not A Clever Man Novels & Stories

That’s called a choice. Some stupid things you do without realizing they’re stupid. You think you’re clever, you think you’re in control, you think those pieces will stay put on the board exactly as you’ve arranged them. Then one day you look down and see the board has been overturned, the pieces scattered, and you’re still clutching that hand you thought was so nimble. I’m the latter. No. Maybe I’m worse than that. At least the latter has the excuse of ‘not knowing.’ But what about me? When did I not know?

I smirked, “Oh, I don't think that I'm the center of attention. I KNOW that I’m the center of attention.” You might be hearing all these and thinking, 'damn, he's so self-centered!' However, I just can’t help it! I mean, I’m a good-looking, charming, and intelligent young man. Who wouldn’t fawn over me? Devyn's mouth went agape as he slowly clapped her hands. “Wow, I never knew that someone could be so shameless.” “I’m not shameless, bro. I really am the real deal,” I said as I prepared to open the door. “Bye, Dad,” I said.

be… Could it“I don't know what you're thinking, it's just that your face shows it all! Come on, follow me!” Okay, am I too stupid or is Yusuf too smart? How could he guess what I was thinking from the look on my face? Could it be that Yusuf is a playboy and already has many exes? That is right? I don't blame, I've known a creature called a man for a long time. And they'll usually know what a woman is thinking at least if they've been in a relationship before. Could it be…. “I also don't have a boyfriend or anything, don't think like that about me and just focus on seeing your way. We cannot use light to light the way. Because it will only attract their attention. Do you understand?”

he muses and I can’t stop the burst of dry laughter that breaks from my lips. “Oh yes, I am very confident indeed.” I say back on a light laugh, trying to hide my smirk. I swear I can hear Anna rolling her eyes and groaning internally. No doubt she will yell at me later for my lack of tact. The problem with being smart? I sometimes lack social cues, and as much as I’d love to blame my injuries, it’s just a part of who I am. A curse, some would say. I call it armor. I have the only two people in my life I trust. Everyone else can deal with my abrasive attitude. And it’s not like I will be here long. I think I have already proven that with my most recent battle skills.

(Elias) Every so often, I think that I'm not the smartest nor the wisest person when it comes to making certain decisions. I have fucked up so many times and I didn't know how to correct my mistakes. Today, was one of those days. Sometimes, I felt like I had been rushing into things too quickly. Even though I knew that this was inevitable.

I’d spent too long holding my world together with duct tape and sarcasm to lose it now. “Let me make this very clear for the peanut gallery and the two muscle-bound nutjobs up front,” I snapped, voice sharper than I meant, pain spiking behind my eyes. “I am not a bone to be fought over. I’m not your prize, or your future, or your whatever. I am a person, and if you idiots can’t see that, well, then maybe you’re more pathetic than I thought.”

He was a clever man, for sure. ___

For another woman, he not only wanted to ruin my future, but he also treated me like an idiot. I took out a neatly folded piece of paper from my school bag and slowly unfolded it in front of everyone. It was my last semester exam result sheet. The score on it was only 20 points. But on another attached sheet, there was a bright red stamp. [National First Prize, Olympiad Competition.] I held up the award paper and waved it in front of them. “Jace, did you forget? I was never the useless girl you could control.” Jace froze for a moment. Then, he looked at me with contempt.