Funniest Trolls Novels & Stories

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

Online trolls flooded social media platforms with vile comments and accusations, aiming to tarnish my reputation. Doubt and uncertainty crept into my thoughts, threatening to unravel the foundation I had worked so hard to build. But amidst the storm, I found solace in the unwavering support of my closest allies. Kate, ever the pillar of strength, stood by my side, fending off the trolls and countering the false narratives with the truth.

asked Vermont as he peeled an orange. "Oh yeah, I remember that. Online trolls were having a field day, saying that no student from a respectable institution would dress like that. But then, she turned the tables by revealing an acceptance letter from a top-tier university. The trolls then shifted their focus to the fact that she brought her grandmother along, saying that she did it for sympathy. @ShilohTalks then posted an article in her defense. It was rather well-crafted," said Felicity.

“And yes, Carter is being an arsehole.” Carter threw his hands in the air and paced away. Now that Talia looked at him, she could see that he wasn’t in a good place. His suit was rumpled and his hair looked like he’d been dragging his hands through it constantly. Talia sat back down on the couch and crossed her legs, pulling a cushion onto her lap. “What’s going on?” she asked, looking up at Parker. “Trolls,” Carter replied, turning back to her. “Fucking trolls.”

“Such double standards… he didn’t see the part of the post where Eliot brought his mistress home or wanted to divorce me. He didn’t see it. Or even that the mistress is pregnant. He didn’t see any of that! Rather what he got was me wanting to be with other men. And I never even said any of that!” He was the one twisting my words into meaning something else! Wanting me to look bad for no reason. “What is this? Is this what they call a troll?” I asked in disbelief, the pieces finally clicking together. “Is this- this is a troll?? This is a troll! Haha, I have a troll! A troll on my page!” Now, I didn’t even know whether to be excited or annoyed by this news. On one hand, it meant my little pag

They were not that big but they were rolling down like they were being thrown at them. They stopped and looked at these rocks. They rolled down until they got to them, one ran over Ambrosia’s foot making him hiss in pain. When they stopped suddenly, they popped heads and feet appeared. They were Trolls. “Apologies if we scared you, my king.” One of them said. “They were really not lying when they said you guys look ugly,” Ambrosia said making Luka laugh, and the Trolls glare at him. He was still angry about being run over by one of them.

Then he expanded, “But then if we both killed him, that would make it five and a half to four and a half. Don't you think so?” They arrived at the trolls and snapped out of their friendly altercation as Anna vanished the fire that protected them. “I am starving. Let us eat something,” mumbled Anna. "Why am I not surprised?" "And why are you such a jerk, David? I'm bloody hungry." Trozan stepped backward fearfully. Anna paused, then chuckled, “...Hey. Fret not my friend trolley dear, we are not going to eat you. We! Truth be told, we would not even eat those feral. Ew! Disgusting really.”

“Yes. And we’ll help you cross the troll bridge.” “Do they not usually let you pass?” I ask, wondering what I’m getting us into. “Usually we go around, but you said you were in a hurry. The bridge is the fastest way. “Trolls are big.” “Hairy.” “Smelly.” “And mean.” “But not smart.” The sprites say in their strange way, like they have one mind and talk through several mouths.

"I can't believe she's with someone who's using the same name." "Can't believe that my best friend is getting married to my sister!" Jake's voice came from the top of the stairs, and he showed himself by poking his head out the railing. The two Jays broke into a laugh, and the fiance was the first to say something. "Jake, you banged the next guy in our friend group, who are you to talk?" "My opinion always matters!" Despite not reeking of alcohol, Jake walked down the stairs with the grace of a drunkard.

accounts started claiming that I was the one who ruined Steve’s wedding and caused his wife’s miscarriage, among other things. Reading the crude insults, I couldn’t help but laugh. Ben saw me laugh and thought I had lost my mind. He immediately said, “Summer, don’t get mad! I’ll get it removed right now!” I nodded and took screenshots of everything on the trending news. That level of slander was illegal. In fact, it could land someone in jail. Not long after, the news vanished without a trace, and Ben’s company sent out a lawyer’s letter with shocking speed. Still, there were trolls in the comments.