Not Good Enough Truth In Cliche Novels & Stories

said John with enthusiasm, and we all laugh at his antics. “Do you want to hang out later?” Matt asks “Yeah! Let’s have some shabu later! To celebrate our new gang!” John exclaims. “Aahhhmmm… I need to go home early” I politely decline their offer. “Oh, why?” Is there a problem at your house?” Xandee ask me. “No… there was no problem at all… I just need to finish some assignments” I lied to them. “But our professors didn’t give us homework’s for this week” John said.

Chance and intent worked together. People like Thora imagine that truth is a shield. It wasn’t. Truth needed context and allies and, often, quieter deaths. Stories, however, were blunt instruments. You could throw a simple narrative into the world and watch it do the heavy lifting for you. People tidy complexity into a headline and call it understanding.

Because she had learned something invaluable: Reputation built on truth does not crumble under lies. It rises above them.

“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.

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

A deal almost too good to be true. Sometimes I think people want to be lied to. They want to enjoy the sensation of getting their just rewards. Even if it’s completely fake, the build-up is the same. And when you find out the truth, what have you lost? You’re in the same position as before, plus you had all that time when you were tricked into being happy. Meanwhile, my relentlessly honest approach has only gotten me sneers and accusations of being tactless. I guess I’m just not a fan of the well-meaning lie.

She added. “No! That is..” She cut me off saying “I know these are important qualities to be in a girl which are not in me. You don’t like me the way I am which I heard from your mouth directly. Inside you wish for a girl as pretty as Shilpa and that came out when you tried desperately to tell lies to Shilpa but they turned out to be truths.” “Ritika! I don’t mean any one of them.” I said not knowing how to explain to her.

"Because reading that you're a 'gold digger' and 'unsuitable' can't be easy, no matter how prepared you think you are." Claire set down her cup carefully, choosing her words. "You want to know the truth? It hurts. But not because I think they're right - I know I'm not a gold digger, and 'suitable' is just a fancy word for 'knows which fork to use.' It hurts because they don't even know me, and they've already decided who I am. They've written my story without asking me a single question."

“I just saw that you were obsessed with work and wanted to draw your attention. Haven’t you ever heard of ‘clickbait’?” Abel had heard this term before, and he was successfully hooked. Abel stood up from the sofa and casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. His face and voice were both calm. “To a certain extent, it’s a form of deception.” Ruth raised an eyebrow. “It’s just in the title. Only those with ulterior motives would be fooled.” Abel did not speak and took two steps forward. Ruth lifted her leg and pressed it against his advancing leg.

Can't things remain as 'too good to be true'? Sigh...