The Proof Is In The Pudding Novels & Stories

With her gentlest voice, she said, "As the saying goes, haste makes waste. Since everything is within your grasp, give me some time to make adjustments. “I promise I'll increase the success rate, okay? You wish for the experiment to succeed instead of failing due to haste, don't you?"

mom continued with her pestering, finding more evidence to convict me of falling in love. " Mom, it's not", I said and it felt so much like a cat with a bloody mouth denying to have eaten the house mouse. I took another bite of the pancake and nodded slowly, pretending to savor the taste, " Hmmm, this pancake is really nice, you gotta try it", I said in-between mouthfuls.

"Really smart." God. Then Peanut dropped the spoon again. Fair. Clang. Reasonable. More laughter. God. Then Lily pointed. Fair. "See?" Reasonable honestly. The evidence. God. Apparently overwhelming evidence. Fair. Then she leaned closer. Reasonable. Watching carefully. God. Then Peanut repeated the experiment. Fair. Pick up. Drop. Reasonable. Clang. God. Laughter. Fair. Then Lily gasped. Reasonable. A genuine gasp. God.

POISONED PUDDING (II). ‘ Poison?’ Haven furrowed her brows, repeating the word in her mind. How’s that even possible?. “ No Kira… What are you even saying? How can the pudding be poisoned? That’s not possible”. She shook her head. It didn’t make sense to Haven at all. “ What would anyone gain by poisoning the pudding?” ‘ I know.. It doesn’t make sense to me too. Why would anyone poison the pudding—” She heard Kira start to say when realization dawned on her.

mom continued with her pestering, finding more evidence to convict me of falling in love. " Mom, it's not", I said and it felt so much like a cat with a bloody mouth denying to have eaten the house mouse. I took another bite of the pancake and nodded slowly, pretending to savor the taste, " Hmmm, this pancake is really nice, you gotta try it", I said in-between mouthfuls.

Through everything. And they’d keep proving it. One choice at a time.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Facts over fiction. Rumours are nothing if they don’t have proof.” “Exactly.” “Alright I got it.”

"Let me prove it to you." "Prove to me what?"

I wanted you to know. Because section five says the seeing leads to the speaking leads to the building. But I did not believe the building part until it happened. Now I believe it. The building happens after the speaking. I am building now. Small. Real. Sera read it to the room. The room received it. The specific quality of hearing someone arrive at something through their own experience that no document could have given them in advance. The proof only the doing could produce. Evening. The spring. The garden.

“We prove it. We make evidence where there is none.” Her words left me confused. Make evidence when there’s none? What did that even mean?