A Piece Of Strange Novels & Stories

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

I know I’m causing a scene with my odd behavior, but I can’t help it. The stranger, with his messy dark hair and too tight t-shirt, puts the last piece of food in, a peach, before he straightens to his feet, his eyes looking past Gina to land right on me. “I’m sorry about…” he looks at the basket that still dangles from my numb fingers. “Are you alright?” He takes a step forward, his those odd colored eyes boring into me. Instinctively I take a step back, which makes him back off. But the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. That tingly feeling creeps over me.

The way she was looking at me was enough to know that something strange was going on with her, and she looked different. I looked around her and then back to her hands on the table. I didn't get what was going on with her, but I knew this must have something to do with what happened at the council. It is their fault. She wouldn't be like this if they didn't mention all of those nonsense. What am I supposed to do to help her now? Then a strange pendant, one I'm very sure I've never seen before, floated between us, spinning slowly, suspended in the pale morning light. What the hell is this thing, and why is it moving like this?

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

And another. I even yank out a few lightly rooted plants in the process. My irritation begins to fade as more of the surface beneath the forest floor becomes visible. The object beneath the dirt isn't rounded like most stones. It isn't jagged either. It's... Straight. Perfectly straight. I crouch lower. "That's weird." Reaching down, I sweep away more soil with my hands. A sharp, defined corner emerges. Far too precise to be natural. A strange uneasiness settles in my stomach.

Plus the fact that she was inside her dream. She scanned her surroundings. On her right side was a narrow road with a lamp post attached to a greenery shrub. At the end part of the road was a tree placed on the center of the road. How could that be? These strange things only happen in dreams. This must be a dream. A moment from now, a stranger will make an appearance. But he was still not here. He was always on his back while she attempted to talk to him. Where could he be? Was it him who called her? Or maybe this time, this is an ordinary dream. Where she will just forget about this when she awakens.

Similar to Belphegor, their fire was Phantom Fire, and it didn't burn anything as long as they desired. There were perhaps over twenty strange artifacts spread through this dusty and spiderweb-filled room. Some strange ones looked like large cubes with many jewels incrusted on them… Others looked like strange flasks similar to the one he was born in, and other artifacts were small and resembled accessories such as rings and bracelets. "Is this the surprise? There's a lot of items… Are they useful?" wondered Chaos.

But again, I received the same response - blank stares and headshakes. Confusion crept into my mind as I continued my search. Suddenly, a strange and unfamiliar energy tingled in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. My instincts kicked in, and I followed the strange energy, weaving through the crowded streets. People moved aside as I sprinted towards the source, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Gomez. Finally, I arrived at a quieter corner of the market, where I spotted a familiar figure sitting on a mat, engrossed in knitting. It was Gomez, his face serene and focused as he worked on the intricate pattern. Relief washed over me, and I approached him cautiously.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

She was about to think she has abnormalities. Well, she is not normal, anyway. She is often weird to act and think. She is often suddenly transporting to her own world. But what about how she feels? Is it still to have an abnormal perception? She did not feel lusting over somebody else, and that was wrong. She would have thought she was frigid but a stranger scattered in front of her. That man is the living proof that she still has hope. And every time she remembered him, she could not stop the explosion of lust and need throughout her being.