Timmy Failure Books Novels & Stories

When Samuel heard Kaylee's words, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, and he shot me an accusatory look. My gaze drifted past him toward those who were fawning over the powerful while cursing Kaylee and me with the most venomous words. I looked at each one deliberately, calling them out by name. "The Zimmerman family in the aluminum alloy business, the Muller family in the cement industry, and the Sacha family with their soy processing business..." As I calmly and clearly identified each one, these parents were stunned into silence, because I had named them all correctly.

Justin glanced outside the door and didn't see any adults. "I'm looking for my mommy." Timmy patted his chubby tummy; he had run away from home and had heard this address from a guy named Nolan Cunningham and made his way here. He was searching for his mother. "But, there's no mommy here except for my own," Justin shook his head. "You've got the wrong place." Timmy looked up at the house number and said, "I'm not wrong, it's here." "Seriously, your mommy isn't here." Justin tried to close the door, but Timmy darted inside.

It kept me happy for a while, until it started to lose meaning. And now I just have my Birdie and I get to feel something when he's with me, even if all we do is fight and fuck. "Oh my fucking god!" Timmy yells, moving back and holding his head in frustration. He's only fourteen, but he looks bigger than that, "You're just going to sit there and take it? You're so fucking pathetic, I can’t stand it!" I snap out of that horrifying future and stare at the wall in absolute disbelief.

Josey said, snapping at him. Tarrin tilted his head at her like a dog would when trying to figure out what a human is going on about. He pulled out Josey’s phone and clicked the side button and stuck it in front of her face. Josey went to grab it but not before she realized it read 11:30am. “I didn’t know you took your breakfast this late, my apologies.” Tarrin responded with a smirk. Josey could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Oh, well, I do..on.. Sundays! Just Sundays.” She responded quickly, feeling like an idiot.

She looked at him in a way that seemed as if she’d tried everything she could as a teacher, yet a particular student still couldn’t understand what he’d been taught several times. “You were asked to keep an eye on him…he got grounded by an auto accident, so what are you bothered about?” Timmy’s invisible double was getting seduced by her voice, but he ‘pushed’ the ‘feeling’ out of his mind, since he knew the life of his real self was more important. “I’m scared…since he’s not dead, he may get more people like Pastor Alozie and go against Ebie, myself and other initiates-” He had barely finished when the chocolate-skinned women cackled at him with all their might. The goddess simply looked at

I had been reckless. If anything had happened to Timmy... I would have never forgiven myself. Miqella suddenly crumbled the leaf. "To think there'd be a day a brat had a say in the ruling of adults. Scram, carrot-face." Timmy whirled to face Miqella, his cheeks puffed and round. "Who ya think you're a' talkin' to!" His accent was strong as he was ruffled, and I would've laughed any other time. But Miqella was annoying me too. What crawled up his ass and died?

Tim managed it the way he managed everything, by not allowing it to interrupt the surface of things, but Daniel could see it underneath, in the tightness around his eyes and the way he had been checking his phone more frequently than usual. End of the week Tim had said. It was Thursday. Daniel looked at him for a moment and then looked at the bookshelf and said, “What are you reading?” Tim looked up. “Gibbon,” he said. Daniel looked at him. “You’re reading the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire for fun.” “For the third time,” Tim said. “It’s not for fun. It’s for the patterns.” Daniel stared at him. “The patterns.” “Every empire fails for the same reasons,” Tim said. “Overextension. Intern

I admitted. He glanced at me and I saw him from the side of my eyes, he grinned and then sitted straightly. “ Failure is not the opposite of success Miss Edwards.” then he pause and continued. “ Failures are part of success.” he stated with a devoted look. I gulped then I flinched when there's a lady standing up in front of our store. Tim eyed me to stand up and greet the lady who is now looking at the word 'home'. Tim cleared his throat and smiled widely. It was a contagious smile hiding his uneasy feeling.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

“Now read to mummy.” “Once upon a time in the land of Soccer cove, there was a young and talented football player named Timmy. Timmy was small for his age, but his heart was as big as the soccer field itself. He lived with his loving family in a little cottage at the edge of the forest, where the trees would whisper stories of outstanding football players who had come before.” Tyson started reading and looked up into his mom's eyes. “Good boy,” she ruffled his hair. “Go on, mommy is listening.”