Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

He doesn't know me enough to realize I'm actually okay with whatever bad thing that happens to me. "You're my mate, so I guess you should know this..." I mumble, Justin gives me a very stressed out look, "I'm cursed." "What?" He asks, face all scrunched up, "What do you mean? By a witch or something?" I laugh. "No, just by life. I'm a bad luck magnet. Everything that could possibly go wrong... it will one hundred percent go wrong for me," I let him know. He looks dumbfounded, "So we say I'm cursed, it's just a funny little thing.”

Alexa could not control the curse words that flew out from her mouth and kept pouring them out. Her heart was broken and replaced with wrath. She needed something to get her anger off her feeble heart! “Call me all you want but I want to explain. I only love you in my heart!” “But that is not what your DAMN cock says. See how erect it is and happy to penetrate her again! Who knows if this is the hundredth time that has passed through her asshole!” “It is over between us! go FUCK your life with my asshole cousin!” She scoffed and banged the door.

Ma-naaier! (Mother fucker!) My head is spinning as I come back to consciousness. The room is dark, but I can tell that I am alone. Mathias must have grown tired of beating the shit out of me. Mank genaaide bergbok! (Disfiguredly fucked mountain goat, Afrikaans curse) I will kill him! But first, I’ve got to get to my mates.

His throat bobbed hard as he swallowed, before he finally forced the words past his lips. “ They’re saying the Queen is… cursed. ”

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!"

Was this a curse or what? Damn. Heck. Fuck-shit-crap-mother-mother-whatever. Good Lord. What was I to do? The devil, or the deep blue sea?

My curse be on ye for your disloyalty and disobedience, so, let your children disobey you. If you send them on an errand, let them never return to bring you word again. To all the points I shot my arrows will ye be carried as slaves. My curse will carry you to the sea and beyond the seas, slaves will rule over you, and you their masters will become slaves. After that, he then raised and dashed the earthenware dish on the ground smashing it into pieces, saying; “A broken calabash can be mended, but not a broken dish; so, let my words be irrevocable!”

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! EAT SHIT! EAT A WHOLE BAG OF DICKS, YOU ROTTEN SONS OF BITCHES!” The words hung in the air, vulgar and shocking in their vehemence. In the dead world, language had become functional, stripped down to warnings, commands, and comfort. Profanity of this creative, vitriolic caliber was a relic of a lost civilization, a sound they hadn’t heard with such youthful fury in a very long time.

“Go on, say it. I know it’s nothing. I know it is. I’m grasping at straws here.” “It’s just… we know all of us are cursed, don’t we? And the whole witch thing… aren’t they just people who take cooking a bit too seriously and enjoy foraging for, like, stinging nettles?” Cin sat up, closing her book carefully on her lap and folding her legs up under her. “We don’t know all of us are cursed, though, do we?” she pointed out. “It’s the land that’s cursed, not us. Is there anything on that, Rhi?”

The conversation seemed intense, a weight pressing upon him. After a while, he uttered a frustrated curse under his breath, the word sharp and revealing his discomfort. "Shit."