Life Is A Story Told By An Idiot Novels & Stories

“You don’t scare me, man.” I smile and mean the smile. “I’ll do better than scare you.” I crack his middle finger with my palm and the sound is obscene. He howls, head jerking back. “You’ll make noise now. You’ll make enough noise that someone remembers your name and regrets it.” “Please—please—” His plea is thin. “I have kids. I have a kid—” “Tell them your last story,” I say, cold as a blade. “Tell them you died because you thought you were clever.”

begin! "Human intelligence is nothing but a scumbag's survival instincts." -Author's shower thoughts.

my mother changed the topic and like an idiot, I fell for it. ~~~

Karter The purpose of the last three months of my life can be summed up in a single word-realization. I realized several things in the past three months one of the them being that I'm a complete idiot. An asshole, a dick, an inconsiderate pig. Those are just few of many adjectives I would use to describe myself.

He felt like he had lost half of his life! 'Damn you, idiot!'

he adds. Let me just tell you. My life didn't get any better

<<57>> * Always remember, God loves you. He doesn't love anybody else, one grain of sand more than he loves you. * **** ------ Joseph ------ Her reaction stunned me to the core and all of a sudden, I was unable to recognize the girl in front of me. It was then I realized how wrong it was to judge a book by its cover. If I had any doubts, then it was cleared up the moment she opened her mouth. “ You idiot. ” She hissed. “ How dare you get back together with that traitor you call a best friend? Who gave you the effrontery to do something as big as this behind my back, fool? ”

"One word could have a thousand meanings, and if you really care about the words, the meanings will be declared to you. But you can take this, for now: You can forget about your problems today, you can clear your head today, feel alive and great, but tomorrow will come, your problems will still be there, waiting for you…" "But?" "But, faith in the son of man maketh life easier than fantasy and fiction. Do you believe that life it's just a cycle of fortunate and unfortunate occurrences repeating itself? Because I…" he stood up with a glass of whiskey in his hand, and his eyes away from the interior to the exterior of the glass house. "Believe that life can be easy, with no struggles, less or

He could only soothe me a little bit, distract me for a moment… but my life was seeping away from me, second by second, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. That’s what it felt like, anyway. Like I was dying from the jagged edge of pain that was slowly tearing its way through my heart. As the plane soared into the sky and I stared out at the kingdom of clouds beneath us, I replayed all of the events in my mind, like a movie on repeat, with one word echoing over and over again on the soundtrack: Idiot. Idiot. IDIOT. I had known. I had known from the very beginning that this was going to happen, and I had walked into the trap anyway.

He stood just to the side, his gaze anchored to mine, as if the rest of the room were nothing but background noise. I gripped the edge of the mahogany podium. My knuckles were white, but my heart felt light. "Life is a kaleidoscope," I said, my voice steady, carrying over the hum of the banquet hall. "It’s a pattern that shifts every time you blink. You don't get to choose the pieces, but you do get to choose how you hold them." I shifted my weight, finding my balance. "I wouldn’t be standing here without the jagged edges of my past. The struggles weren't distractions; they were the foundation. If you’re in the middle of a storm right now, please—don't mistake that for the end of your story.