Inconceivable Truth Podcast Novels & Stories

Even terrible truth. "Together," Echo said gently. "I must tell you something. Something difficult. Something painful. Something true. The scientists have no cure. Have no solution. Have no method to separate you. They tried everything. They failed completely. They cannot undo forced merger. Cannot separate incompatible consciousnesses. Cannot free you. There is no cure. There is no solution. There is no hope of separation. I am sorry. I am so sorry. But that is truth. That is reality. That is what is. There is no cure. Your hope is futile. Your waiting is pointless. Your enduring is unnecessary. There is no cure. I am sorry. But you deserve truth. Deserve reality. Deserve to know. There is

I cajoled him into this; he was a man of partial integrity. Jevon frowned. “Am all ears.” I nodded. “The adults, old, have seen the black and white of this world, and they’d only say I’m chasing clout. But Proctor Jevon is known as the truth philanthropist– they’d never doubt you. The catch’s simple. In your next podcast, you'd say you saw in your vision that Kai was murdered, though he wronged them, but he strove to become a better person.”

She would not add his. For a brief, dangerous moment she considered the podcast as an opening—an unscripted hour in which the truth might slip out in pieces too large to retract. She dismissed the idea before the foundation was finished. Too many variables. The children. The legal machinery. The men like Tito who appeared when conversations needed to end. Exposure was a fantasy that ended in worse containment. She would answer carefully. She would survive the hour. -----

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”

Iinquiered making air quotes on the normal, i knew then that he was tensed cause he Immediately dropped the coffee he was drinking aside "Okay look, what happened that day was that..." He paused after that and it looked like he was thinking "I was out on a work trip and Candace was in labour, she called but i was really confused on what to do, a friend then assisted her to the hospital which she delivered you" he explained tensed up, i couldn't believe the man i called Dad for 18 years could easily lie to my face this way "Wow so even on the day i was conceived you weren't even there?" I faked a question to play along to whatever shenanigan he was trying to pull

"How can you be sure that she is okay? How did you know that she can handle it? Everything you've said were all lies. Explain properly. The truth... I don't care whether it's confidential or not. Explain it." The hunters, the people from the Monitoring Department, Mr. Ambrose, and President Carlton were all silent for a minute. The Organization President closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and he sighed. He knew that he had no choice, but to tell them the truth, especially when Hunter Max was in this state. President Carlton knew that things would be bad if he continued to lie, he saw Hunter Max in this state in the past. It was when he lost the woman he loved.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

Marc’s stomach plummeted. The secret was cracking open. He stared at the screen until it timed out. Rain kept falling. And tomorrow—coffee shop, 10 a.m.—the past would finally sit across from him and demand to be heard.