Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

Disillusioned individuals who genuinely believed the hogwash being taught to them by some obscure extremist. They can't possibly be right....It's not possible, is it?... ***

Children chase each other through narrow paths while adults barter at cramped stalls. Hell has governments. Dictators. Hierarchies. I don’t know why no one talks about it—and I don’t want to make it my business. This village is old and run-down. Elders sleep on the ground. Yet there’s passion here. As much passion as anyone can afford in this place. I don’t usually feel at ease here, but today feels… off. I’ve been gone a while. Do they know I went to Earth? Did the stations leak that information?

‘Bullshit. ‘That’s very rude.’ Ellis frowned. ‘And the deity tried to contain it.’ ‘And she failed,’ I retorted. ‘Very badly. Hence we had to settle it for her.’ Ellis sighed. ‘I’m not going to argue with you on that.’ ‘There’s nothing debatable about it anyway,’ I grumbled at the rock beside me. ‘You have to admit that she’s caused nothing but trouble.’ ‘Mates.’ Ellis exhaled in exasperation.

Thor tapped it, leading him to Erric’s Gossips box, and saw the previews. Drink me! Omg ur so hot ERRIC BEST BOI hi DADDY did you mean need someone* to drink? Kent and Deuss arrived topless and wondered why Thor was laughing. Kent ran and jumped into the pool splashing on Paul Sohan and his glass of cola. “Hey! What if you drink this?” he protested. “Give it to the staff, tell them my sweat’s there. They’d take it.” Deuss stood behind the laughing Thor and took the phone from him. He scoffed and smiled and started typing. Erric couldn’t care less. Deuss was the best on nasty things among them all.

Entitled Asshole: Use soap. Laughing to myself, I throw my phone onto the floor before I cuddle into my bedsheets. Whatever, asshole.

"Plan? Probably use all my savings to buy a very nice dress, shoes, and bags with this badass shade that would have 'Fuck you Slade written over it, and then go hungry for like what? A year? Sleeping under a bridge after Mrs. Peggy would have tossed me out of her house would be the most thoughtful plan I've ever had." "Xena," he said exasperatedly. "That's not it." "Then, what is?" I asked, folding my arms across my breasts. "You don't need to impress him you know? Just be yourself alright? Don't be more than you or less than you, just be you." Me? Let me be me. Do you know what being me is? Oh well, I'll tell you. It means staying up late doing copywriting jobs and then having your Boss sho

The she replied, "If you find it too vulgar, don't listen to it. But know one thing, if you criticize it, it means you have listened to it. So, you made my views go up and I made money" We asked her what C.A.B. meant. Here's her answer, "Crazy As* B*tch. Why is that? Because everyone thinks I am, and they're not wrong". page 8

"Your dad handles billions of dollars, and your mom handles the minds of future generations, when people are operating at that level, sometimes one of them snores, or one of them needs to read at three in the morning without a light waking the other up. It’s called an adult arrangement." She ripped open the box of crackers, immediately popping two into her mouth. "Now, stop psychoanalyzing your parents and let’s make some proper toast, I’m starving, and these crackers are just the opening act." Lilibeth shrugged, though the tension in her small shoulders didn't quite dissipate. "Whatever, I just hate seeing you look so sad all the time, Mom." The raw honesty of her words cut deeper than any

“I have to call bullshit on your statement.” “What?” The man wore surprise on his face instantly. It was as though he didn’t expect me to retort or challenge him. His upper lip curled in an ugly manner as he asked, “Bullshit? Oh, you must be one of those virgin boys who have not experienced a real fuck.” His ridiculous deduction was followed by deep laughter.

His hips rolled forward, the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass through their clothes. Bella let out a bitter scoff. “Thats bullshit. The only weakness I ever had was Zara. Not you. Never you.” She jerked against his grip. “If you’re the kind of man who can fake a woman’s death, destroy her life, plant a forged letter just to trend , boost your fame , appear clean and nice in front of the world, then there’s nothing you won’t do. So don’t stand there pretending you’re anything less than a monster.”