The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Novels & Stories

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

I gasp, reaching for him in the dark. "I’ve got you," he says, his voice thick. I feel his hand grip mine, hard and desperate, as the world begins to tilt and fade. The last thing I see is the glow of the exit sign, far out of reach, as the space between wrong and right finally disappears.

I hold the black ball in my consciousness and squeeze it hard. "W-what are you doing? How can you hold me?! Let me go!" that so-called system says. "No. After giving me that piece of shit, you've lost your right to reason me" I put all my frustrations into squeezing him, hoping it can lessen the nervousness I'm feeling right now. "Why is this world's level unknown?" It stays silent like a damn stuffed toy before it said, "The question is beyond the system's knowledge. I beg for your understanding." I already guess it to say something like that

We always change garments like a chameleon, Whether we are yellow or blue, Pink or purple like a rainbow, Whether we are dark or white like a sky, Nobody can say. This world is sick and every day is a little more. Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate. Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal. Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth

--- And as the perfect world stood before them— As control disguised itself as peace— As the final choice loomed once again— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous world… --- Is not the one that destroys you— --- But the one that convinces you… --- There is nothing left worth fighting for.

Why? He always knew it; innocency doesn't give you a pass to fair judgment, and not every good soul shall be rewarded on earth. "This isn't fair... it's so wrong." I was a mess. I was weeping a flood of tears. I wouldn't be surprised if I started crying blood. "The world isn't a wish-granting factory, Cheryl Mason."

I already knew that he could not do anything to me. “Everything about this is wrong and I am wondering why none of you can see that,” I said. “There is no concept of right or wrong or justice in our world. If we do not go for them, they will come for us and we cannot afford that. Nobody is going to harm the girl. We will just use her as leverage; stop acting like we have a plan to kill her.”

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

The system wanted functions. Tess shouted over alarms: “Do not assign them!” Elena stared. “Then what?” Tess answered: “Ask the worlds.” Simple. Messy. Impossible. Correct. A broadcast went out. Not: PROVE YOU ARE REAL. Not: SELECT YOUR REFERENCE. Instead: WHAT MAKES YOUR WORLD YOURS? Answers flooded in. “Our dead.” “Our language.” “Our children.” “Our laws.” “Our river.” “Our memories.” “Our mistakes.” “Our music.” “Our planet.” “Our disagreements.”

" Chase, you're taking this the wrong way." " Yeah? For what it's worth, professor, I'm not a child. I'm pretty sure you know that." Goddamnit. " I'm sorry, Chase. This isn't what you think it is. I just need to think about this." " Okay." Chase answers absently. " I hear you."