Novel & Cerita Not Good Enough Truth In Cliche

“He’ll deny it, of course. Loudly and desperately, but the thing about this kind of situation is that every word will make him look even more guilty.” Edrick laughed… that dry, cynical sound of his. “You’re good. You make poison sound like poetry.” “Poetry moves people,” I said. “Poison just finishes the job.” He crossed his arms. “And what happens when the truth manages to find its way out? When someone looks closely and figures out the forgeries?” I met his gaze steadily. “By then, no one will care. Once a lie tastes better than the truth, no one will hurriedly spit it out.”

Asher I make things up for a living. Not for sport, not for malice, but to keep the gears turning, to keep the machine that is Silver Crest from grinding itself into dust. I deal in politics, and one of the greatest tools a politician like me can possess is the ability to be an excellent liar. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, but it’s the truth, ironic, isn’t it? The one truth I can admit is that I traffic in falsehoods.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

Chub said while looking at the people who were passing by too. "You're wrong." "How come?" "There is no such a thing called 'perfect people', there are no perfect, each people had flaws." "Ha?" Zaykee nodded with a smile on his face behind the mask. "Those people, if they are perfect they won't treat you like that," Zaykee stated. "But..." Chub spoke and stopped from walking, "You know, if you are good-looking, people will give you special treatment, and if you're not, you're like a ghost."

A sucker for romance, happy ending, family and lover of all things sugary. Clarissa makes no sound as my back connects with the pillow resting on the headboard to support my weight. My arms wrap around my ankle, a smile fleets to my lips as my cheek press into my knee. I stare at my black screen, hesitant but curiosity trumps logic, soon, my screen lights up to reveal shitload of information that sounds nothing like Elna. Of course, they will never put up the truth, it will bore their shallow-minded, dedicated audience. So, they spin a tale so juicy yet rigged with lies and half-baked truths gotten from their trusted but undisclosed source. I roll my eyes at my age, they have it wrong.

Perfect employs the flawed logic of a math teacher who accepts homework that could have been copied off of each other, just as long as it shows the right equation. One clever guy cut and pasted an image of Salvador Dali’s melting clocks to represent the habit of unpunctuality (“Wait lang”) he had developed after he got addicted to computer games. Yssy pasted images of wine bottles, pills, a car crash and prison with an accompanying backstory that’s actually stolen from Lindsay Lohan’s life. Another guy (Nathan) was more truthful and posted a picture of an arguing man and woman.

"If I admit all of that, I have nothing left, no defense, no justification, nothing." "You have nothing left anyway," I pointed out gently. "At least this way you'd have the truth." "The truth doesn't pay debts," Ethan said bitterly. "The truth doesn't restore reputation, the truth just makes everything worse." "Only if you keep running from it," I said. Ethan laughed, sharp and humorless. "You really believe that," he said. "You really think the truth fixes things." "I think the truth is the only thing that gives you a chance at fixing things," I corrected. "Lies just make the damage permanent."

“I thought... Where’s the but?” “The but is that sometimes... sometimes you can lack a filter?” Liviana says, careful of her words as if not wanting to set off a bomb. “And that’s a bad thing?” Leona grows exasperated, not seeing their point as the surrounding four agree. “So, what? I’m honest! Since when does that make someone a bad person?!” “It doesn’t.” Violet assures. “It’s just that... at times.... you can be a little too honest.” “And it’s not a bad thing.” Liviana goes on, stepping in before Leona could start up again. “I’d like a truth teller, above a liar. Even if they can be a little blunt at some of the wrong times.”

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

And If Sanjh is living her normal life then it doesn't matter. ******************************* Some truth is better if that doesn't come out but sometimes this theory is wrong. The truth may be bitter but from sweet harmful lies, bitter truths are better. ************************