Crazy Middles Novels & Stories

She looked around and noticed the people passing were staring at her like she had gone insane. She quickly kept on walking smiling as nothing happened. After a long work, she saw a large building by her left with had "FIBRE WAY" written largely at the top. She crossed the road to the other side using the Zebra crossing. And as soon as she got there she promised herself to be nice and never to repeat the mistake she made at the school again. This company had its gates locked so she had to knock on the gates. She hit it three times and she felt pain in her knuckles making her groan in pain.

I mumbled ** School today was kinda boring. Boring lectures, boring lecturers, boring students. The day was dragging its lazy self slowly and finally, it was lunchtime. I left the class with Ella and headed for the cafeteria. It was crowded with people and I had to squeeze myself in. I kept groaning and groaning until I got to a free space. "Phew!!" I sighed. Just when I thought I was free, someone rushed past me and hit me in the process, making me lose balance. Someone swept me off my feet when I thought I was going to fall. I batted my lashes. It was Nolan. I hit him on his chest. "How dare you touch me!!. Put me down,"

“The hottest news today, Jaguar Adytama is getting engaged, huh!?” Diandra's shocked expression almost made Syila burst out laughing. “Why should you be surprised like that, it's normal.” “B-but, aren't you guys close, huh? Doesn't he have a crush on you, but this, really——” Syila snorted. “What do you expect from the descendants of a large family like Adytama? Business or political marriages are clearly common among other extended families. Don't be surprised.” “You know a lot, don't you?” The sound made both of them turn around. Rizki's sweet smile made Syila return the smile even sweeter.

" Sunny said proudly. "A mad promise! But you're right, because a crazy promise is also a promise! the Sentry agreed. – You will keep your promise, but only when you have agreed with the high Lord of the clone city to go outside." Gives me the willies. Sunny agreed enthusiastically.

“Beach or mountain scenery?” Freddie thought for a moment, his brows coming together. “That's hard...” “That's what she said,” I immediately replied. “Are you going to say that every time?” Freddie asked, turning to give me a gentle glare. “Yup.” I grinned up at him. He chuckled and shook his head before settling back into his original spot. “I say mountains. We have beaches in Paradisa, but there are no mountains. What about you?” “We don't have beaches or mountains in the midwest,” I replied, buying myself some time to think about my answer.

How embarrassing. Rasha ignored Kevin's call, continuing to walk straight ahead. Lately, she has been irritable. In fact, before marrying Kevin, Rasha had often been yelled at and scolded by the people who employed her in the past. But now, Rasha is even more irritable. The possibility that makes her become like that is her pregnancy hormones. Since being pregnant, Rasha has become more irritable. Usually, she would relent or apologize first. Now, let alone apologize, just holding her anger feels very difficult.

Claire said as we pulled up to my house. We started up the long stairs as I started feeling dizzy. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” I say as I start sitting down on the steps. “Just let me have a little rest.” After about 5 minutes, I stand up and pat the dust off my butt. “Let’s do this.” And I start climbing. We get to the door and as it swing’s open “surprise!!” I almost fainted it scared me so bad!

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

Cold droplets splashed against the church steps, turning the old stone dark beneath his shoes. He barely noticed. His mind was still trapped inside the pages of the journal. He reached his car and pulled his keys from his pocket. Something fluttered beneath the windshield wiper. Marco stopped. A single black feather. Rain rolled from its glossy surface. Wrapped around its stem was a narrow strip of parchment. His fingers hesitated before unfolding it. Six words stared back at him in elegant black ink. You opened the wrong history book......

I splash around in the water and it ripples brown currents from the disturbed soil under. "Are you crazy?" Chideziri bellows, well on his own path to craziness. I turn and spray water at him with my palms cupped together to form a spade. He is wet, through and through, from feet to chest, and is glowering down at me. "Is that really a question?" I snicker. Craziness is a prerequisite for awesomeness. Not everyone you see walking on the road is aware of that. I don't mean crazy-crazy, straitjacket needing kind of crazy. That's a bad kind. I am talking about the good kind of crazy.