True Story Story Novels & Stories

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

Mmmmuah"! A clap of satisfaction was given to him by the audience as he walked back to his seat. Mr Lucas collected the microphone and rounded up the speech with a joke, saying.... "Now that the grandfathers of triplets Amelia, Donald and Anderson have given their own vote of thanks, now it's my own turn to do so being their day's Master of Ceremonies". Everyone laughed as they clapped...to cheer him up. He began... "The title of my story is..."The Cat and the Single Hen"! He continued...

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

Despite being in a lot of movies, he barely made much intimate contact with the females. Even though the atmosphere was always perfect and the romance was mind-blowing, the audience were not idiots, not to realize the intimacy wasn't real. When he was having intimacy with the female lead, it was either his back was facing the camera, or the other party's own was doing so. With that, it wasn't certain if he was really doing what was being portrayed. Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND'

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

In stories. In the quiet revolution of truth.

Just then, a young woman approached with a bouquet and said, "Hi there! Our flower shop is doing a promotion today. If couples can prove their compatibility by answering three questions with matching answers at the same time, we will give the couple a free bouquet." Connor and Anna accepted the challenge. The young girl asked, "Where did you have your first date?" "At the park." "At the cinema." Anna tugged on Connor's sleeve and said, "Are you misremembering things? We watched a romantic comedy at the cinema for our first date." Connor stiffened. He realized he'd mixed things up. The park was where he and Sylvie had their first date. Turning to Anna, he apologized, "I haven't been sleeping

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*