The Truths Novels & Stories

When he walked in, he saw Ethan slumped on the couch, eyes empty and lifeless. The elderly maid stood across from him, her expression distant. "It's not as if I'm just now telling the truth. Over the past year, when did Miss Seraphina ever lie about what happened?" Ethan stared blankly at her, as if he hadn't heard a word. Looking at how lost Ethan was, Damian instantly knew that Ethan had finally found out about the truth as well. The maid's voice trembled with pity. "I watched her grow up. I know she could be proud and stubborn sometimes, but she would never hurt anyone with tricks or lies."

Now that they are taken away from me l am left with Tanaka. Feeling my eyes getting heavy with sleep l shut my eyes as series of that night replayed. It always start when screams fill my ears and blood falling making unbearable sounds, darkness dominating the whole sleep. I always try to let go of all of it but to no avail. I try to not think of it. When l wake l would be back to being me. It is like reality comes back to me when l am asleep. That is when l accept that l am all alone in this world. That l have to survive through this beasty world which l thought was my paradise to which ended to be the road to my demise.

"Omnes veritates abditae in tempore profecto revelabuntur. Omnia mendacia prohibere debent. Omnis veritas innocentibus revelanda est. Omnia mendacia delenda sunt. Vide ergo ipsam veritatem in duobus oculis tuis. Tuam vitam inspice anteactam et responsiones invenias omnibus illis veris quae numquam in homine dici possunt.” (“All hidden truths will surely be revealed in time. All lies must stop. All truth must be revealed to those who are innocent. All lies must be destroyed. Then see the truth itself in your two eyes. Look into your own past life, and find the answers to all those truths that can never be said in person.”)

Since I don’t know what I’m running from, and Zeath doesn’t have run as an option… “I pick truth.” “Put your hand in the machine on the table, Mellow,” the voice orders. I obey after hesitating for a bit. “Are you certain ‘truth’ is what you really want? If you see what comes next you may want to change your mind and it’ll be too late. This truth machine will determine the truth of your answer.” Truth machines react to racing hearts. And right now my heart is racing badly. If only Zeath had ‘run’ as an option too, I’d have gone with ‘run’ instead. But I can’t run and leave him. I have to pick truth. But with the involvement of the truth machine, I feel like everything is taking a bad turn.

"I just could not find the right words to say that to Efron... besides I don't think he would accept it if I rejected him!" Tristan sighed and frowned. "Damn, there is no right word to say that you don't like the person. The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever. Telling the truth and making someone cry is better than telling a lie and making someone smile. Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun, the Moon, and the Truth, that's a quote!" "Well, I will tell him that some other time... right now, let's have some drinks!"

“It was a big deal for me then, of course. First time is always a big deal for any guy, but now, it’s nothing. Big deal for me now is everything you do, even the littlest thing. I’ll take a bullet for you.’ And Misha felt like her hair had grown by many inches and was now touching the floor. Kayla would just probably laugh hearing what he said and accuse Soren of just lying and taking her for a sweet, romantic ride, but no, she felt his sincerity. And in the modeling industry, where liars and tricksters abound, Misha had sort of developed a radar to know if people were just bullshitting her. And if you didn’t want to be exploited and abused, you got to have this radar. And if she was wrong

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She was sure of that. Tom eased off of her embrace, sad eyes almost void of anything. The faint pink hues splattered on his face were the only signs of life in him. "Truth is..." he trailed off. It was clear he was undergoing a mental battle as if trying to remember something. "Truth is like a wound, it hurts but cures," he finally uttered, confidently. To say she wasn't flabbergasted would be a huge falsehood. Zaphrina blinked a couple of times before shaking her head lightly as if she had just realized herself in Saturn.

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.

I talked about the specific difference between accuracy and truth, which I had been thinking about since the student had said it to me in the first year and which I had been developing as a concept for three years now, sharpening it with each group until I could say it clearly. I said: accuracy means the measurements are correct. Truth means the thing is doing what it actually does, and the illustration shows it doing that. A heart can be anatomically accurate and still not show you what a heart does, which is sustain life, which is the reason the measurements matter. The measurements serve the meaning. When you make the measurement the point, you have produced a diagram. When you make the m