Impossible Is Nothing Novels & Stories

And is it even possible? Closing her eyes, she remembered the expression: “Everything is impossible - it’s possible, you just have to make every effort!” Well, I will have to turn my soul inside out, expelling from myself this crazy, painful feeling that devastates me over and over again, breaks me, causing pain.

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

Although it was incredible, this method was feasible to some extent. But it would be ridiculous if it was said that he could move. It was as though the chains forged from rare materials had locked onto a person. That person was unable to use any cultivation base or equipment, and he was only able to use his most ordinary form of strength. But in the blink of an eye, that person had appeared in front of you. This was f*cking ridiculous. It was simply unbelievable. What the hell was this? "What if it's possible?" Samuel smiled and said, "Everything in the world is possible. Who can determine what's possible and what's impossible?"

I wasn't even sure if our school was supposed to be a missionary school. He replied with a shrug, one of his arms drapped around Aminah's shoulders with the latter eating popcorn from the packet in his other hand. "There's nothing to look forward na. We'll end up coming last. That's Green house legacy so what's the point of looking forward to it?" Sophia chuckled, head bent down, hands typing furtively on her phone. "You shouldn't lose hope na. Who knows? A magic might happen." She replied and I watched as he raised his eyebrows at her.

It was pitch black, soundless, and motionless. No one else would be here... they couldn't be here. It was just his conscious roaming in the nothingness. It felt odd for a place that seemed not to exist, the darkness an eternal realm devoid of any feeling with the exception of Euphoria. And then, then it shifted, the dark beauty that was immortalized mutated into a sickness. The very clean, fresh air turning thick making it unable to sustain any life form, he began to suffocate. His throat closing to the poison forcing its way down into his lungs.

"I need you to know that. Whatever this is — whatever is happening — I love my husband. That hasn't changed. That is not what this is." "I know," Kayden said. And he said it without bitterness, without the sharp edge of someone hearing something they didn't want to hear. He said it like he had always known it and had made his peace with it years ago. "I know you do." "Then you understand why this is—" "Impossible," he said. "Yeah. I understand that." He was quiet for a second. "That doesn't make it not real, Maya. The impossible part and the real part aren't the same thing. They can both be true."

The writings on the wall told a story, and the drawings that accompanied each stroke of a letter demonstrated the very words that only a few like Davies understood. "It makes no sense," Davies thought to himself as he deciphered the strange words on the wall. Although he understood the strange language, the message that it conveyed was absolutely insane. The message spoke of something that wasn't possible; this was something that could never happen. And no, this was no exaggeration on Davies's part. The message being conveyed was indeed impossible. It was beyond improbability; for even the improbable possessed a seed of possibility.

Ifunanya smiled. "What is simple," Ifenna asked again. "The fact that you can't tell my sister you love her a billion times is what is simple because it is inevitable that you are going to fail if you end up arguing with me." "What if I choose to take my chances?" "Then I will be so glad to enlighten you on matters that you are not familiar with." "What kind of matters?" "The mathematical impossibility of your desire coming to pass." "Prove it!" "I will!" Ifunanya shook her head and walked a short distance then continued without looking at Ifenna.

A thing that could never have been imagined before, of course. "It looks like this project will really fail, sir. I've read the estimates and I don't know of any estimates that are actually good for this project. And I'm so very afraid that if you force something much more terrible and then continue this project, the cooperation can still work, but the more terrible thing is that I'm afraid that the impact of this will be very, very bad for you and this will be something that no one can ever imagine. even. And I don't want you to get hurt because of this problem."

Of a future that might actually work. If I could just survive long enough to build it. One day at a time. One victory at a time. One impossible choice at a time. Until the impossible became inevitable. And the dream became reality. Or I died trying. Preferably the former. Definitely, absolutely, preferably the former.