Tale Told By An Idiot Novels & Stories

"You! How dare you still live like… you're better than me? As if you didn't make a single mistake back then!" "Tell me, Hugo. Why did you want to be a paramedic again? Do you remember what you said about that?" Startled, he avoided my gaze. "Oh God. That was a long time ago. Give it a rest." "I don't know why you told us about your ideal back then. I don't know if you ever meant it or if it was just a cheap tactic to fool Victoria into falling for you," I said. "But in our line of work, incompetence is not harmless. Being a ditzy klutz is not harmless. It kills. No one will respect someone who cannot even respect himself enough to take saving lives seriously."

“I am not a storyteller, nor am I a willing participant in that as well.” Chaos laughed softly, “It’s funny, you know?” “What is?” She asked curiously. Chaos chuckled wryly, “Life, a cruel piece of shit, always demanding more than we can give. We are expected to rise from the ashes, only to be burned all over again.”

I traced idle patterns on his knuckles. “Do you ever think about what you’d tell them?” I asked. “When they’re old enough to understand. About… all of this.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’ll tell them I was a coward,” he said. “And then I learned better. I’ll tell them I let fear make my world very small. And then I met a woman who refused to stay in a cage, and she kicked the walls down.” I swallowed hard.

Afraid to move, my heart thumped even louder. I did my best to tell myself that this was my place as a slave, but I couldn't get used to it. After all, I came from a rich family too. "Why are you trembling? Are you scared?" Hearing the deep voice, I looked up and suddenly found his face not all that scary. And then there were those eyes that gleamed as brightly as the stars. "I'm not scared, but just a little hungry."

This time he is grinning stupidly as if he narrated some very motivating story. "And?" I questioned. "The end." He replied. "Is this is a story?" "You really are dumb,doc." He released an exasperated breath. " You don't get the moral of the story. Do you?" "May god forbid." I placed my palm on my chest, "Does this story even has a moral?" "It does. And you are not smart enough to grasp it." He has a scowl on his face. " The moral is if you blame yourselves just because everyone does the same,you will have no life at the end."

It was easy to describe myself as an idiot and shameless. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! If only I could go back and warn myself from doing those unthinkable things, I would have done it already. At the same moment, realization struck me hard. But because I wasn't living inside a fairy tale, the damage would be forever imprinted in my brain and his probably. And it was outright frustrating! If only could wish to die and be buried instantly!

“You are not an idiot Miss Laurence, and even if you are that means I am too,” My eyes never snapped up quicker, they narrowed I was analysing him as the words began to catch up with my brain, “I too was…” he thought a moment, of what word would be appropriate I could see it in his eyes, “Mislead by Artymov. And if we were both tricked I guess that means we are both as you say,” and he said the word like it would burn him, “Idiots.” “Thanks,”

"Who puts it there? Why can't they give the turtle a bigger one?" The listener was seeing the picture in his mind. "Just listen and don't interrupt." The storyteller gave a warning. So the listener shut his mouth immediately and nodded. "How much possibility for the blind turtle to pop his head up to fit exactly into the rubber ring can you imagine? But however, the chance is still more than one soul to be born as a human being." "Really? Is that hard?" Leo asked with surprise in his tone. He had never heard a story like this before.

“I know, I know. It was stupid and impulsive but I had no choice. Thankfully, it worked and now he wants to see him.” He didn’t say anything at first. His expression didn’t change, but something about his posture stiffened. Then, slowly, he shook his head and started to stand. “You’re an idiot.” The words landed like a slap. My smile faltered. “Excuse me?” He stood up, grabbing his jacket. “I said you’re an idiot, Sage.” I let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Wow. Thanks for the support.” “I’m not going to support something that’s obviously stupid.”

Once again, he ironizes another superstition from their land. “Here you come again... with these ideas...” the unfortunate man gets upset. Making fun of him, “I’m looking for the answers, you idiot… Isn’t that what you want?” gives a sarcastic smile. “Yes, but I already believe that you are not the right person for this... I believe that wisdom cannot be found in a storehouse of nonsense, except by accident”, he tries to reject it. “If you don’t believe her bad choices… You answer me then, did she “post a love letter on Valentine’s Day”?” upsets his brother with irony. Insisting on attributing the accidents to bad luck, based on yet another belief from the country where they were born.