Ah Bullshit Novels & Stories

Stupid guy! He didn't just tag alone, he also stated some words; 'When you meet the right, hot, person. You've got it all. Fuck that useless git.' Wow. Useless? Git? Fuck? This guy was so stupid. He didn't have to insult me so bad. He at least knew I was so emotional. But duh, he didn't even care about my feelings. He was indeed a really smart, and pretentious guy. He played so bad. But thankfully, I didn't release my gem to him.

Actions spoke louder than words after all. “First of all, don’t call me handsome or any pet name like that. Secondly, I told you before that you could go fuck yourself because I’d never touch you. Thirdly, you can leave me the fuck alone because I want nothing to do with you, Bessie.” Her jaw dropped. Where the fuck was a camera when I needed one. This was primetime entertainment right here. “It’s B.I.A.N.C.A. What the fuck is your problem with me?” she demanded to know.

Monica only wanted to buy bread, and it wasn't like he would enter a battlefield, well in the mind of everyone, this might be another kind of battlefield in the minds of everyone. "Believe in me! Believe in me, that believes in me," Monica said of some nonsense while pointing his thumb toward himself. Nana, Mea, and Maiko were in awe at how illogical these words were, but they had to admit that this guy was very handsome at this moment. "What do you want? I will get it," Monica said and in truth, he was also quite curious about the yakisoba pan that usually appeared in the story. "I want chocolate bread!" Maiko said.

"Eddy, don't think you're all that. In my eyes, you're nothing but a pile of shit!" Eddy was stunned to hear Caroline say something so crude. After a long while, he turned red with rage. "Unrefined! You're so vulgar, Caroline! It seems you've been tainted after spending so much time with that lout of a husband you have. You're even becoming so boorish!" Caroline smiled mockingly. "Yes, we're unrefined and boorish. But compared to you, a well-dressed beast, we're at least living honestly!"

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

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.

Read me, stupid!

“Godammit woman! I’m telling you it’s ugly..” I roll my eyes,”Bro, I believe the word you’re looking for is messy or I don’t know, maybe untidy..” I say, “ugly seems a bit too off don’t you think?” His face turns red from embarrassment. “I mean seriously, if you wanted to make an excuse, atleast make a good one..” I spoke as if I make excuses any better when I obviously know I suck at it. “I me-” “You might as well tell me the truth you know..”

"Hey, Savanah." "Don't you hey Savanah me." "Where the hell have you been?" "I am okay; I have been at a friend's place." "Don't bullshit me; you don't have friends." "I guess you are pretty mad at me?" "Whatever gives you that bullshit idea?" “You have used the word bullshit three times already; I don't think I have ever heard you say it before." He is damn right that I have not said it before, but I am beyond my patience with these two.

Bart felt terrible just by thinking about what she had to go through after what Salazar did to her. "I wanted to go to the police, I wanted to tell someone. But who would believe me? Who am I compared to someone Salazar? So I kept quiet until I watched your vlog about him. I thought-i thought finally, someone would believe me. My life has been hell ever since. I got pregnant but I can't keep the child. I can't look him in the eye every day and see the face of the man who ruined my life. So I gave him away. And I am praying that I did the right thing. I hope forgive me one day." Melissa bowed her head and cried so hard.