Tale Told By An Idiot Novels & Stories

“Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—” “— OH! YOU GETTING SHOT AT BY DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF BULLETS IS NO BIG DEAL?!” Lenoir chuckled like an insane person and continued nagging while I tried my very best not to lose my cool. I didn't even have the strength to yell, I used up all my energy at court. “THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING SMART AND BEING STUPID! AND YOU MY DEAR WIFE DEFINITELY DON'T FILL THE CATEGORY OF SMARTS!!”

He could start crying, but would it help? Thaddeus remembered several other boys who had been caught up in this dark, rat-infested alleyway alone with the older boys. It was a saga he was quite familiar with, you either end up losing your money or you cry home with a scraped knee and a broken nose. If he stayed, similar fate awaites him. If he ran, he might get lucky. "Too dull to pause, or make an end..." A line from a poem whose title seemed fuzzy in his head.

"I'm really the stupidest." She mockingly said to herself. "I did something completely nonsensical because of my momentary fear of my debts and the unknown," she softly reflected. The system harshly lashed out.

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

Was Wisdom beaten up because of him? Zion looked at Wisdom before muttering, "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault." Wisdom shook his head, "I'm just too much of an idiot." "No, you're not! You're doing fine, Wisdom. I like you like this and actually, you're smarter than me sometimes. Remember that time in the courtyard? I had no idea how to get the ants out, but you did. So, you're clever than me!" Zion didn't want to hear Wisdom condemn himself like that.

Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant? I underestimated how terrible this man could be. "Let's not see each other again." I slipped away from his confines, and as he tried to follow behind me, I turned back to glare at him, my eyes filled with overwhelming madness. "Or else, I'm not sure how I can stop myself from killing you to avenge my baby." I had no complaints about becoming disabled for him, because that was my choice. But my baby was innocent! "Go ahead." Horace wasn't scared in the slightest, instead taking another step toward me.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Who knows🤷🏼‍♂️ You: I will smack the sass right out of you with the chancla! My idiot❤️: Bitch, come at me!!😤 You: Homeboy growing some guts. You better keep that same energy when I catch you outside😤 My idiot❤️: You bet I will. Not gonna lie, I'm deadass tired rn😅 You: Same😅 My idiot❤️: Imma go to bed. Goodnight, sweet dreams. Love you❤️ You: Same, goodnight. My idiot❤️: Hunter

Why? "Because it was comfortable, son, it was easier to just move forward and not have any trouble. There's a story they tell about a guy who lived in a simple village, with very poor children. The guy had a single cow, that lonely animal that provided for them with its milk, which they sold in the village. One day, a wise man and his apprentice passed through that village and visited the poor and humble family. His apprentice followed him, learning from him, learning his wisdom. The wise man greeted the man and his wife, asked for a glass of water, and sat down. He talked to the man and asked about the skinny cow grazing further ahead, and the man replied that the cow was all they had, the