Joy's voice, raw with hours of frustration from the ongoing argument, sliced through the tense silence with a uncharacteristic blatant anger. "How many lies have you told?"

Quint froze, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. His eyes, wide with panic, darted around the room as a flush crept up his neck and over his face. He stammered, "N-n- three!" He looked startled by his own admission, the...

Three lies, that was all anyone was granted in their whole life. How many had I used at this point? I couldn’t be sure. I wasn’t blameless; I had earned my fair share of punishment from dodging truths more dangerous than bullets. But those weren’t lies. I hoped they weren’t lies.

_“You still love me don’t you? I don’t annoy you at all? I feel like you don’t like me anymore.” _

_ _T...

It was a calm day continuously cast from grey to clear, a kind of battle between those two lateral elements. One gaining ground then just as quickly as it was taken the other element encroached.

The trees were lifeless and possessed nearly no character that day, so if a man ventured into a forest he would feel entirely alone and paranoid; continuously casting glances over his shoulder. Their bran...

“Lies, Lies, Lies!” The Ruler screams.

“Why am I surrounded by so many lies…..”

“I don’t know my lord.” His adviser states.

The Ruler laughs, a high cold sound, “Even mine own adviser lies to me. I think it was high time I changed that….”

Introductions are in order I presume. I am Xavier. At least that’s my real name. To many I’m known as Myth. Or most commonly, Protector. I am a killer; for ...

If we both could only lie three times in our life yours would be wasted on saying “I love you”, “I’m sorry”, and “Your the only girl”. Mine would be “We have a perfect relationship”, “I believe you”, and “It’s okay”. That’s the difference in us, you’d waste your lies to hide me from your evil truth and I’d use my lies on making you happy in fear that if I mess up and make you angry you’d hurt me m...

Writing Prompt: May 26 - "Write a story where people are limited to only three lies in their lifetime."

I've learned how to tell the truth in a sideways manner.

When someone asks if I like their outfit, I can say "I think you wear it well", or "The neckline suits you", or any other half-truths. I cannot say I like it, if I don't.

When someone asks if I'm hungry, and I'm ravenous, but I don't ...

de eerste was een fout. de tweede een domme grap. maar nu heb ik nog maar een leugen. eentje. hoe houd ik mijn vrienden als ik eerlijk moet zijn? nog een leugen en het is klaar met mij. een vierde leugen en je gaat dood. je word altijd in de gaten gehouden. dag en nacht. zoekend naar een leugen. eentje meer zodat jij ook een last minder bent.

al honderden jaren krijgt ieder persoon drie leugens...

In a world where every person was born with exactly three lies to spend in their entire lifetime, truth became sacred and lies—dangerous currency.

At birth, each child was marked with three pale dots along their collarbone, faint as mist. One dot vanished with every lie spoken with intent. No one knew how the system worked, only that it did. The dots glowed briefly when a lie was told, signaling ...

This will probably only be 3-6 paragraphs long (editing note: holy lord of extermination this was a lot longer than anticipated)

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All of us learned to count to three when we were newborns. Now, we count the seconds as we run away from the Lie Exterminators. We simply wanted to play a prank on my mother, and now we have to die for it.

Yes, me, Wes, and Ander all knew that our lies were up....

"think wisely, you have a whole life ahead of yours."

He analyzed his cigaret and blew on it as if it was some sort of old book.

"I think I know how to live at this point. My mother taught me well."

"you know, old guys like me can only advice young fellas like you. It's my job to protect the one's who will soon take my place."

“Ha, I’ll never hold a cigarette in my hand or at least not put it ...