Funny Stories App Novels & Stories

Liza teased playfully, and handed me her Samsung Galaxy to see for myself. I snatched the phone out of her hand so fast, then. What gives? Vasha said she didn’t have a Facebook. I immediately clicked on her profile. It was empty, aside from a few hilarious looking cat videos. Must’ve been made recently. I clicked on her profile picture, and Liza craned her neck to look over my shoulder. “She’s pretty.”

I've decided to end the stories here, thanks a lot, guys for reading! I might decide to write another book, but it'll be monster jokes this time. Title: Monstrous Memories What do you think of the title? It's still under probability though, I might not eventually write it, it depends. What do you guys think of the stories? Did they scare you, if not, at least you had fun reading them, yeah? Also, please do check out my main works on my other profile (InamorataFeels) and I'm sure you'll absolutely love them.

'When life gives you a Lemon, make Lemonade.' Somewhere around a mountain: A little girl of about 10 years old was seen crying as she quickly dialed a number from her phone. On the third ring it was picked. "Hello mummy." Lola said in tears. "Yes, what is it? Why are you crying? You and Nora aren't back from the walk you both took one hour ago." Mrs Mary, the twins mother said worriedly as she put the phone on loud speaker so that her husband will also hear their conversation.

She loves them. Bad jokes have always seemed to be the best way to get to know a person, the way he receives them, the way he gives them. If you can give a bad joke and laugh even though one has already heard it and one knows that it is not good, that speaks of anyone as a human being. She is a lover of everything that is fun, and since this pandemic began, Cali has seen people’s true color. A guy on the internet saw some photos of her and proposed an interesting business.

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My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before I finally typed: Fantasies. The results were... underwhelming. No official website. No social media. Just a handful of vague forum discussions and cryptic reviews from anonymous users. “If you have to ask, it’s not for you.” “Just go. Don’t second-guess it.” “Best decision I ever made.” That was it. No menu of services, no explanations, no details. Just whispers and half-truths, the kind of thing that only made my curiosity burn hotter. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords.

had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo. In the app's announcement section, the developer wrote in a mocking tone: [Looks like our little prey knows how to fight back. The game just got more interesting. Time to raise the stakes!] My phone began vibrating wildly with all kinds of anonymous texts. [Hey, stop struggling. Two thousand dollars is enough to pay for a month's living expenses.] [I'll be waiting for you in the lecture hall tonight with a water gun.] [Getting soaked in front of everyone must be exciting, right? Hahahaha!]

"Look at him, fam! This poor bastard even came up with a pointless app to pretend he's the big man! Did you see what that app said? 'Funding has ceased'? That's a pretty impressive effect. Did you buy the source code online for ten bucks?" The comments section exploded once more. [What a joke! That man must be delusional.] [Well, I learned something new today. This must be the first person to get others bankrupt via cyberspace.]

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

Kate says, making Sebastian raise an eyebrow, "And not your father?" "My father rarely showed up at home anyway," Kate mutters. She looks at the office door and smiles, "By the way, have you heard of Harvey's project? It's a success," "I heard something," Sebastian takes a cigarette, and Grayson lights it for him, "But no details as I was busy. What is it?" "It's an app. Harvey worked day and night when we left home. And you know what? It got more than nine million downloads in less than a week!" she excitedly announces, and Grayson and Tyler look at her proudly.