The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is の小説・ストーリー

It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I just lie here, mouth hung with lips slightly parted, my eyes are as wide as they could stretch. I feel like I am trying to remember how to breathe, totally stunned as the word bounces around inside my skull, like how it bounces when it runs: Horse! Horse! Horse! I shut my eyes as I shook my head. Of course, this is not true, right? He he. This is just a side effect of suddenly waking up in a different world, is it not?

'' "I am sorry, I am so sorry okay?" "Sorry? Will sorry sort everything out?" "It's already happened Lee" Evelyn said calmly "Oh you are all calm Evelyn, is there something I don't know about any of this, that I should know?" "Look it's my life Lee not yours okay? Am the one with the pregnancy, am the one who got pregnant not you okay? Don't you dare talk to me like that you hear me? I am not some kid anymore am a freaking adult." "An adult? Wow!! Okay then let's assume for a second that were true, what do you plan to do with it? Don't tell me you are going to keep it"

Irreparably wrong. And I don’t know how to fix it.

"Like we’ve cut ourselves off from the 'real' world?" He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a clarity that silenced any lingering doubt. "The 'real' world is whatever you give your time to. If you give your time to noise, noise is real. If you give your time to this—to the soil, to the water, to us—then this is the real world. Everything else is just static."

*** Just for a second. *** The world ahead wasn’t broken. *** It was undecided. *** Colors slightly off. Edges not fully committed. Distance hard to measure. *** Like reality hadn’t finished forming. *** ### She Steps Anyway “Of course it looks like this,” she said under her breath. *** And walked in. *** ### Immediate Wrongness Sound returned— *** all at once. *** Too much of it. *** Every step. Every breath. Every shift of fabric— *** loud. *** Too loud. *** ### The Overcorrection

It would never end. You can’t think like that. If you realise you’re wrong, you have to adjust, if you can. The people who look at you like you’re an idiot with no idea are closer to the truth than they know. They just don’t realise it doesn’t matter. That describes everyone. It doesn’t change anything. You have to act, and if you’re wrong, well, better luck next time. If there is a next time. “No,” I said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Not hope. This isn’t a misunderstanding. Something is very wrong.

Unstated is the world beyond. This earth is land and should be the place of our belief. Amen, as our only place of belief. Amen to this dictate. Amen to this norm. When on earth you are crawling, how can you be master of another land? Its power. It’s all stupid that you rise. In misfit is truth. Rest all is nonsense. Nowhere near earth has heaven ever been stood.

"It is such a pity that you are easily fooled by the people of the world, in this world you see, and this life we live in, there is no right or wrong, is no standard policy or a criteria you have to meet up with another to qualify you to be doing the right thing, you said your own policy for yourself, you do what you feel is right for you, because that is the only way you are going to grow, we do what you believe is right nothing is going to wear you down, nothing is going to confuse you and take your eyes away from what you have learnt to be good for you, now open your eyes, rise again and look at the real world, look at what is really happening, forget about what anyone or any religion hav