Things Aren't Always What They Seem Novels & Stories

Seems things can only get better! ------------

her expression immediately darkened. "If I hadn't given Mason's parents the money, how would they have agreed to let him leave the countryside? Is a human life not worth fifty thousand dollars to you? And about the car, what man gets married without buying a car? Whether the marriage is real or fake, I couldn't let Mason be treated unfairly. You're a man too. Can't you put yourself in his shoes?" A metallic taste spread through my throat. Tens of thousands of dollars, and she made it sound so lightly, as if she could take it out whenever she wanted.

Things cannot get messier. Fuck. Me.

A heavy, silent tension filled the air, almost as if the world was holding its breath. Autumn Winters felt it more than anyone else. There was a tingling on her skin and a deep sense that something was about to go wrong. Why was she the only one who noticed? While everything around her seemed to fall apart quietly, everyone else acted as if nothing was wrong, or maybe they just chose not to see it. Autumn understood; it’s easier to pretend trouble isn’t there, to hope that if we don’t talk about our fears, they’ll disappear. She kept her worries to herself, watching her family and friends look away from the truth. But when reality finally forced itself on them, it caught Autumn and everyone

I'd heard countless times that the cosmos wasn't exactly kind to the humans that existed underneath it. The chances of meeting someone who didn't feel or sound like a threat at first glance were strange. It was one of the expected things, to shy away from the way they spoke, the way they looked… And in this case, the way they rode their bikes, like they had nine lives. My hair danced along with the wind, my hands wrapped tight around the stranger in front of me. He seemed to be having the time of his life, yelling at the top of his voice, laughing about something I couldn’t see.

Not panic. Something else. Something far more dangerous. The beginning of a shift.

That word had only ever been a cover, a convenient illusion wrapped in something harmless and glittering. It sounded better, safer, easier to accept than the reality behind it. He wouldn’t rush the explanation. Instead, he’d let it unfold slowly, like he was untangling a knot rather than dropping a weight on me. He’d explain that sometimes people use familiar things as disguises, that appearances are often constructed to mislead, not just outsiders but even those standing closest. What passed through my hands, what I thought was valuable in one way, had a completely different meaning in another context. It wasn’t about luxury or wealth,it was something else entirely, something he admits he s

While he was saying that word, his eyes seemed lifeless to her. While no one let go of their gaze, she thought. "I don't know if he's telling the truth because it's hard to read him. The expressions he shows on his face are different. People like me are even more deceived when people who hide something use that. Sadness is hidden when a person smiles. He may be showing me good things now, but maybe behind the scenes, he is not. I will be in even more trouble if I base it on what he is showing me. "

Perhaps it was because behind the facade, I noticed something deeper, something that echoed within every one of us. Everything I had ever known was a lie; no, not a lie, but a reality kept carefully away from us – a masterpiece of deception and dark surprises behind velvety drapes. Nothing, I realized, was as it seemed. All of those little things I’d noticed which had made no sense at the time, they had accrued. Those things now became a well of knowledge from which to draw upon. What was it Dornell had once said to me? ‘You notice things too; you just don’t see it yet.’

I say as I turn to another direction. “Sometimes the things aren’t as clear and as transparent as you see them. Sometimes, you just have to see it within the people, through them. I know it’s hard but always everything that you claim to be the truth isn’t the true and I didn’t lie at all. I am not of the age who would go lying to the youngsters who are like my child,” she says.