Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

No. Fuck, no.

“Seriously? That didn't even really hurt. I mean, compared to what you did to my hoo ha, or my butt.” No, she didn't – again – I groan inwardly. This is slowly outgrowing the term running gag, and bordering on torture. “Your what?” Bella grins back at me over her shoulder. “My hoo ha.” “I'm sure that's not a real word.” “It is, I looked it up, it's in the urban dictionary, so it's technically a word.” And that's the answer from someone who's an English Lit major. “With what, two entries? Compared to the ten pages of unnecessary explanations for 'cunt' and

Fuck. What does this guy thinks he's doing

"Fuck." _____________

he said. Baal, by the way, is another Hindi word which means hair. It has proudly forayed into the world of our language’s list of commonly used abuses. It is mostly used as an empathic adjective. For instance, if you want to say, “You are an asshole” in our language, you might as well just say, “Baal”! I’ll find a different time and place to explain its linguistic usage in more details, as I am conscious that we have way drifted from our original story. To remind you the title I have in mind for it is Love Song of an Assamese Boy Written for a Bengali Girl, and it is my generous contribution to our folklore.

that had come eight years too late. So anxious that for a moment, she had forgotten today was Eileen's funeral. Bianca slapped herself twice, regretful. "I'm sorry, Alan. I deserve to die." The March wind still carried a chill. I pulled my clothes tighter around me and walked outside. "Yeah, you do deserve to die. I still have to send my grandma off. Get lost right now. If souls are real, my grandma wouldn't want to see something as filthy as you here." Bianca suddenly raised her head and looked into my eyes, unwilling to give up. She desperately tried to find even the tiniest trace of attachment in them.

He was confused at her reaction and didn’t know how to respond to it as he stood on his ground staring at her blankly. “What sick jokes are you playing? Answer me!” he yelled while the woman sat comfortably in her chair with a coffee cup in her hand. She sipped from it ever so slowly and said to him “You are getting nothing you fool.” “See that’s your problem, Sarrah. You think everyone is beneath you.” He said pointing at her face and enraged with her statement. He came closer to where she was seated and said again. “But don’t forget, there are higher beings above you.” Saying that, he went out of the house quickly, leaving Sarrah alone in the living room.

HARD. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?

one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five What the fuck. What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THE FUCK WAS THAT!? one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST HEAR? Was that her mother's justification for abusing her?