Wisdom Is Bleak Novels & Stories

wisdom said again "am Kelvin and yeah am good, but you can't help me with what I am going through cos you don't have the fucking power to do so" Kelvin said "ohh really, do you think so" Wisdom said "yeah I do" Kelvin said "I don't think so bro I can help with anything you are going through" Wisdom said with concern

ooOoo The journal, as Ivor had hoped, filled-in practically all the missing pieces in the jigsaw. It told the story of a former world chess champion obsessed with the events surrounding the moment when, in front of all the world, he had turned into a gibbering incoherent wreck and been led off the platform into obscurity. He was totally convinced that the key to everything lay in finding the purest source of his miracle-drug, certain that all the side effects were the result of impurities. A lot of what Yaraslav had to say was pretty irrational and unsettling, but it was at least consistent. He had lost his own chance, he knew that he would never regain the full power of his own mental facul

Clarity said, "we'll drift. We'll have no direction. No guidance. No way to make choices or understand anything. We'll be lost. Completely lost." "Or," Beginning said slowly, an idea forming, "maybe being lost is exactly where we need to be." Everyone turned to stare. "Think about it," the beginning continued, speaking faster now, excitement building. "Every catastrophe in our history came from someone being too sure. Too certain. Too convinced, they knew the right answer. Hope knew sacrifice was necessary, and it took five hundred years to learn otherwise. I knew unity was the complete truth and almost destroyed everything. What if the real wisdom isn't finding the right certainty or the ri

"When I say you lots are foolish, it'll look like an insult, when in the true sense it's actually a compliment. You lots are worse off, than being termed foolish. And Look, I am beyond appalled by your shallow-mindedness and the gibberish that's oozing out of your mouth." "Yeah, I know. There are other werelions out there, but should we wait for them to come to us, before we take 'em down. Nah, y'all should know better. But since, you lots do not know anything, I'll generously take the burden of educating you over and over again."

Lorenzo replied. "Yeah, my mother works really hard to make sure I have a roof over my head. When I was 14 and she found out I was blind, it broke her. It's like she's sadder now. I feel like such a disappointment." Bonnie sighed. "No, you're not. Bonnie, you're the most incredible woman I've ever met in my life. Your smart and funny and beautiful ...I just lo- care about you so much." Bonnie smiled. "Thank you, Lorenzo. You're right, I am beautiful." Lorenzo threw his head back and laughed.

"Pride. That's your flaw. You believe your calculations are more valid than others' emotions. You betrayed Maya because you calculated she was too damaged to save. You shot Elijah because you calculated it was necessary. You manipulate everyone around you because you know you know better than they do." "I was trying to help." "Were you? Or were you trying to prove you were the smartest person in every room?" The Mother Below stood. "You don't help people by calculating their worth. You help them by seeing them as they truly are. By understanding their pain instead of trying to solve it. By accepting that some problems don't have answers, just presence and empathy." The trial dimension began

“Why?” “We don’t have enough evidences yet.” “How many do we have?” “Zero.” “What? Then how did you arrive to that conclusion?” “Guts.” Bright used to believe in August’s guts more than the axioms of that the naked eye can see, but with the non-value of zero, there’s even nothing to see. But his essence of things unseen; and the substance of things hoped for; tried their hardest to convince every cell in his body to at least prepare to face the music of his choices to follow his ideal senior.

Seventeen-year-old Wisdom is lying in bed thinking about her father, Ossian, and her mother, Larisa, They were killed last month when rogues attacked the pack. Wisdom regrets she couldn't save her parents because she has never been allowed to train to fight or shift. Deshal Gordon, Wisdom's best friend, reminds her every day there wasn't anything she could have done to save her parents.

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

"But Yan—when you find her, don't try to save her. Don't try to understand her. Just... witness her. That's all any of us need. To be seen, one last time, as we really are." She turned. Tapped her way to the door. Stopped. "And check your eyes again tomorrow. Not because they’ll be gray. Because they’ll be brown. Because you need to remember that brown is yours." She left. I stood in the restroom. Alone. The broken mirror showed me three reflections, fractured, mismatched. All brown. All me. For now. I opened my notebook. Wrote: *Margaret. Y-0. The first. The blind see more.*