Confusing Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

I could see they were growing impatient so I just blurted it out. “IwanttoplanasurprisedinnerforWinnifredbutIhavenoideaonhowtogoaboutitsoIwasthinkingwhetheryouguyscouldhelpmecomeupwithsomething”. I said in one breath and sighed in relief that I had said it out. They were both staring at me like I just spoke in a foreign language they both didn't understand and I was wondering why they weren't saying anything until Judy spoke up. “I'm sorry sir, but we didn't hear anything you just said”. Judy said and I realized I didn't pause between my sentences, hence making what I said actually sound like gibberish. No wonder they were just staring at me.

I reached for my protein shake, trying to keep the twitching out of my hand, and took a drink, thinking if I got up, maybe he would, too. But he didn’t. “There’s just something that doesn’t make any sense to me, and the more I think about it, the more confused I become.” His voice had a tone to it that reminded me of the “bad cop” on one of those police shows, right before the guy launches into his speech about how they all knew the perp was guilty. I gulped down air. “Don’t feel bad about that. There’s a whole lotta stuff that doesn’t make sense to me.” I took another drink, set my cup down, and watched him decide what he wanted to say.

“%￥#••！！！%￥！” "F*ck, f*ck, b*tch, b*stard, b*tch!" "Damn it!" What was going on? Samuel and Yvonne were a little confused. They waited for a long time, but what came was a pile of bird language. Not to mention whether they could understand what a sentence meant, even a word could not be understood. If someone insisted on saying that they understood something, there were only the two words” Damn it”.

“That’s when it becomes real.” We left the café after that, walking slowly along the street. The afternoon was warm but not oppressive. Zara linked her arm through mine like we were teenagers again. “You know,” she said, “there’s a lesson here.” I groaned. “Please don’t turn this into a TED Talk.” “Too late,” she replied cheerfully. “Lesson number one: inconsistency is not depth.” I nodded. “Lesson number two,” she continued, “confusion is not mystery.” “Say it louder for the romantics at the back,” I muttered.