Why Life Is Unfair Novels & Stories

"Don't be so gullible. If the crash had really been that bad, that selfish brat would've dragged Felix down with him. How would Felix still be standing here, perfectly fine?" Caitlyn came over to comfort Mom, too. "Exactly, Mrs. Goodman. Sean is tough. He won't die so easily. If anything, it's a wonder no one else has died because of him." Ashley, lazily munching on an apple, muttered, "Wouldn't it be good if that annoying brat was dead? What's there to be worried about?" Though I always knew they were biased toward Felix, I never expected that I was so worthless in their eyes.

she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You see, life is just unfair. The rich oppress the poor to get richer,” I scoffed. “They don’t care how the lowly feel in their presence. The poor become slaves and stepping stones for the rich. Their only crime is being born into poverty, without a silver spoon, or even into an average family. That’s their only crime.” I paused, raising my brows in frustration. I hadn’t realized how much resentment I had buried over the years, but my heart was bitter, filled with painful memories. Everything I went through was still fresh, and now I was back where it all started. To think I could bury those feelings was far-fetched.

Third Person's POV "Then what? Of course it's unfair!" the others chimed in, their discontent written all over their faces. Vanya said calmly, "There's no absolute fairness in this world. Some rely on smarts, others on talent, and others on connections. If you're pursuing absolute fairness in this industry, you're nothing but naive children." The sweet-faced girl who had claimed her father was a director at Hammond Pictures stepped forward. "That's just sophistry!"

Mother Esme used to tell me that the world isn't fair because people aren't equal. Some are poor, some are wealthy, and some are unlucky. What makes that unfair? Why can't everyone be treated equally? Why not be satisfied with what you have? There would have been no hardships, and no crimes might have existed. There would have been no evil people who would have done anything against her. And there would be no slaves, but what differents me from others? I, too, am a slave who is abused, exploited, and punished. They can play with me because I am a slave.

It didn't seem fair but what about my life or anyone's life was fair. Everyday good people find themselves doing things we never thought we would do, being people we never thought we would turn out to be while assholes like Nick get to live happily ever after. Nothing about this life screams fair and I should be used to it by now but each time life knocks the air out of my lungs and I am left standing outside a mansion reliving the most painful part of my existence, just struggling to catch my breath. I can't breathe. I am struggling and I can't breathe.

I feel my vision blur from the tears that insisted on sliding down my face. "Then the years passed. Somehow we bounced back with the help of my Aunt Judith who had sheltered us in her home. My father was already recovering from the knee injury he had gotten when he was serving in the army. He had gotten a job at the butcher shop, and over time he rented a small house near my aunt's. We were doing well, and for the first time in my life I thought we could be happy. Then a few years later Aunt Judith died of cancer, a few weeks after the death of her wife, Aunt Zelia, who had suffered a car accident. I lost the ground beneath my feet; those two women were like the mothers I never had. They wer

They are so preoccupied with themselves that they have lost touch with humanity. In truth, the world we were living in was fair in that it was unjust to everyone. Nobody in the world can claim that the world and life, in general, have been fair to them. Everyone makes mistakes in one form or another. We might have said that the world is unjust if it had been fair to just one individual while being unfair to the rest of us. But it isn't the case. Nobody has escaped unscathed. We all have tales about how the world has been unjust to us.

"Life is unfair." That's what she'd used to think about every time and that was what she was doing right now. life doesn't miss the opportunity to toss challenges that she would never overcome at her and when she thought life was going smoothly, she ended in a big white horror manor. Why does life choose to be unfair to her? She might have not been a good girl bit... "C'mon Jasira, I bet that dough is crying about being thumped too much." Amy's voice pulled Jasira out of her never-ending thoughts.

I then looked at him with a faint and bitter smile. "Why life is so unfair?" I asked him all of a sudden. "Why poor people can not get the justice they want? While the wealthy can get their thing well but in a dirty way. I do not know but, this system is so unfair and cruel." He was hesitant to agree but in the end, he added my sentence. "That is the cycle. But at the end of the time, you get what you deserve. There is a right time for everything, Tal." "When is the right time?" I shook my head and looked down. "I am slowly losing my hope to bring the person who killed my parents to jail. Killers deserve to rot in hell."

She eventually wandered back and stood beside me. She stood quietly for several seconds, apparently pondering a reply. "It's not fair," she finally muttered. That wasn't what I'd expected. "No shit. Life's about as unfair as I could ever imagine," I answered honestly. "Good people get hurt for no apparent reason. Jack-offs seem to glide along easily without a care in the world. Innocent little girls have their lives cut short meaninglessly. Good-hearted neighbors have their lives crapped on as if it was some big cosmic joke." I could hear my own voice getting louder and more frustrated. "Life's a fucking kick in the ass, and every time it looks like something nice might come out of it, some