Life Is A Story Told By An Idiot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I let the question hang in the air until it felt heavy. Then I chuckled bitterly, my chest aching as memories of my complicated life with Henry surged through my mind. I swallowed the tears threatening to choke me and said into the microphone, “No, it’s not worth it.” "There’s no such thing as normal life. There’s only the life you choose, and the life that’s forced on you. Money doesn’t make you lonely. Poverty doesn’t make you happy. Those are just illusions we create to comfort ourselves.” Murmurs of agreement rose among the crowd.

(with a crying meme attached) “All the love and money seem to go to the people who already have it.” “If you can’t fit into the circle, don’t force it. Sincerely, my phone.” “In my next life, I’d like this kind of story too.” “The turning point in life is amniotic fluid.” “This is what real cyberbullying looks like!” “Miss, do you need a loyal dog?” “Oh my god, she’s stunning. What a goddess! I need to have a word with the creator.”

With that black mark on my record, I wouldn't be able to find a job anywhere, so I'd fall behind on rent, get evicted, starve on the streets, and finally die without so much as a grave. I frowned at the comments. I was the only son and sole heir of the Stein family—the wealthiest family in the country. Even if I got fired, I'd just go home and take over the family business. How could I possibly starve and die on the streets? And as for Charmaine, the so-called leading female character, she was the one who pursued me first. Besides, as the scion of the Stein family, I could have any woman I wanted. Why would I fixate on just one?

He looked exhausted, eyes red, jaw tense like he’d been chewed up by guilt. Eva softened her voice. “Bad night?” He froze, startled she’d spoken like a person. “Shut up,” he muttered. Eva didn’t push. She held up her water bottle. “Thank you.” He hesitated, then said, grudging, “Don’t thank me. Doesn’t change what this is.” “It might,” Eva said quietly. He stiffened. “What?” Eva kept her eyes down, tone mild. “People tell themselves stories. If your story is ‘I’m a monster,’ you become one. If your story is ‘I’m doing what I have to,’ you might still… be able to live with yourself later.”

Some had great lives, treated like actual kids, but others were treated like trash, like slaves. The day I was born, my mom had just worked 5 days straight to pay off the last of her debt so that she could spend all her money on whatever I would need. I don't know how I was born, or what happened to my mom, because my dad was gambling the day of my birth. All I know is what he told me. My mom had me with no complications. She was able to hold me, but something went wrong. She died with me in her arms. The nurses say I was quiet till she passed, then began welling out loud. They also said that my mom named me Asoka because she hoped I would be without sorrow. These were her last words, and my

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Read me, stupid!

“Where did this idiot come from? How dare you talk nonsense here?” “Sonia, is your friend crazy? How dare he speak ill of Simon-Tooke like this? I’m telling you, you’d better rein him in well. I’m afraid he’ll die on the spot if Mr. Mitchell hears him!” “It’s clear at a glance that this guy is an idiot. He doesn’t know sh*t but dares to talk nonsense here. He must have a death wish.” “Forget it, don’t get worked up over an idiot...”

Bo Ra asked, “What are you saying?” Ji A’s mom said, “She died this morning.” Today morning at Ji A’s place, Ji A said to her mom, “Mom, I am leaving to work. Probably I would be late tonight.” Ji A’s mom asked, “Where are you going?” Ji A said, “I am going to a blind date today.” Ji A’s mom asked, “Are you telling this? Do I hear right?” Ji A said, “Don’t mock at me. I have to move on from past. I have a life.”

If they are poor, live suicide will not last long or function properly. He ignored what I said and stared at me from head to toe. “You have a smart appearance. Why don’t you put your intellect to good use?” I laughed sarcastically. “I only appear to be intelligent, but I am a blithering idiot. If I were wise, I wouldn’t be here because only foolish and ignorant people would come here to do this despicable thing.”