What Could Possibly Go Wrong Novels & Stories

" Try it anyway. At least it is always nice to try something. Just try. No consequences for doing so." " Possibly they are attempting to indicate their beliefs that our current way of life could all fall apart." "That is kind of what I was thinking too." " The Slizzard movement claimed that every society had that potential to hit a tripping point that would send it into a death spiral from which it could not easily recover." " Like what?" " It could be anything. A war between competing group or nations. A failure of some kind of basic technology. Climate change. Crop failures. An energy source that disappeared."

"It all sounds good Dad, but what would happen if something went wrong? Suppose he couldn't keep up the loan payments on that land, for example?" "There are ways of protecting yourself against that sort of thing, son."

I need a back up plan in case things go wrong. "Stop worrying." Micheal said, placing his index finger on my furrowed brows. "Everything is going to go as planned. We've trained, we've tested. We got the element of surprise." It was like he was reading my mind. "I can't help it. I mean what if something goes wrong with the devices, or they stop working? We'll be sitting ducks." I stared into his deep blue eyes, wanting comfort.

My eyes narrowed as I think of a possibility why we couldn't get anything about the virus, and I wasn't aware I was thinking it out loud. "What if we're doing it wrong?" All of them look at me, confused. "What do you mean we're doing it wrong?" Georgina prompt me to say more. "Uhm, this just came into my mind actually. But yea, come to think of it, all of our equipments are working well and has been developed to its finest. And it seems impossible not to get anything about the virus despite having these equipments. So what if we are doing it in the wrong way? I don't know, this idea of mine is hard to explain." I sigh.

Then I did what any sane person does at six-thirty in the morning after agreeing to a year-long con: I made coffee and panic-listed. THINGS THAT COULD GO WRONG 1. My mother cries when she finds out (because she will find out) 2. Peter smells blood in the water and never lets it go 3. Jackson is secretly married/a cult leader/allergic to commitment 4. I develop actual feelings and ruin everything 5. He develops actual feelings and ruins everything 6. We both develop feelings and it becomes the messiest breakup in family history 7. Someone googles him and discovers something awful 8. Someone googles me and discovers I once wrote erotica under a pen name for rent money (long story)

He said and I scoffed. "What's there to think?" "What if something goes wrong?" He asked. "I know you think it's a great idea and all but what if somehow it doesn't go the way we planned?" I calmed down a bit to understand his point. "Then I ask you what can possibly go wrong?"

Don’t worry I shall be there and help you; the problem is that if he does or say something wrong and I correct him, let us count on the fact that he has not the memory of an elephant. - I don’t think so. He does not know very much about this job so it would be very easy to convince him that it was just the way he said it. It is not going to be easy, nobody said that. But once we are a part of it we cannot afford any mistake. Every little error can lead to another, and then another until all our loved ones would be in danger. We were kind of prepared for what other people would call the silence before the storm. Because definitely is going to be a storm on this sea of problems and if

The weight of anticipation and uncertainty hung heavily in the air. As the hours ticked by, my mind wandered, replaying the events of the surgery and the subsequent fallout. The whispers of perceived negligence echoed in my ears, and I couldn't help but question my own actions. Did I truly make a mistake? Could I have prevented the tool malfunction?

What could possibly go wrong? A journey of a thousand miles indeed begins with a single step. Maybe, just maybe, it was finally time for broken hearts to be mended. The end.

“I don’t know….What’s wrong with me?” “Do you want me to find out?” I asked. “Yes,” Sebastian replied in a choked voice. “Please. I don’t want to be like this.” I nodded. Whatever was going on with him was something I couldn’t find, and if I couldn’t find it, I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t pick up on any magic or physical illness. His aura was slightly tainted, but that could have been grief or depression, which was to be expected after everything that had happened.