Funny Stories App Novels & Stories

Claudia's hand shot out to grab hers. 'Wait-why are your eyes sparkling like that? Crap. Why do I suddenly look so cool in her eyes? Now she's looking at me like I'm some big sister. Great. Just great.' "What app do you write on?" "NovelApp." "No way! That's my favorite app! What's your title?" Claudia instantly unlocked her phone, pulling up the familiar blue-pink app. She shoved it in Kylie's face. "Which one is yours?"

The more encounters he had, the more money he could make. Initially, he suspected the app was a prank or a scam designed to trick people out of their money. He glanced at his phone's screen, expecting to see a pop-up window with a congratulatory message or reward details, but found none. He attempted to uninstall the app but discovered he couldn't. Despite his efforts, the app remained stubbornly on his phone. He decided to study the app carefully and opened it, searching for the usual help and support options. However, his attention was drawn to a section at the bottom labeled "Gifts for Novices." Intrigued, he clicked on it and discovered a plethora of items awaiting him.

But now that she suggested it the idea sounded exciting and immediately sexy. "Ohhh! Huh." I said to her. It was so crazy and yet, it was absolutely the best idea. All I knew about these apps was what every hack comedian or mainstream TV viewer knew about them. There were various versions full of stupidly horny people having lots of crazy sex or one-night stands or something along those lines. I don't know why I had such an idea in my head of leather biker dudes and various other stupid preconceived notions regarding the app we ended up using, but well, ya know?

he shrugged, "it sends a message" "Some message" I laughed, and lay back on the bed. The app didn't take long to create. It was relatively basic and required only the users name which didn't have to be real, anyway. After that, they could simply book a slot and pay a reduced f*e of twenty dollars through the app to get blown. Considering that it had now been *weeks* since my last orgasm, I was quite happy to take every single load that was given to me, and that was made only more severe in my lectures with Matt.

“Ooo! I know! You should d******d the Sleeze app. It helps people connect with friends that they lost contact with. There's even a crazy section where people randomly start speaking with other people with the aim of becoming friends.” She laughed, and I joined in her laughter. Although my mind was already thinking of how I could certainly use a new friend. Someone who doesn't know anything about me, I can be who I want to be with that person. “I'll check it out. Thanks,” I said before ending the call. I quickly went to my app store to get the app. It had a pretty nice interface, and they didn't ask about personal details when I signed up, so I guess the app seemed pretty cool.

Now I’m worried about what they put into that questionnaire. I wrinkled my nose as the messenger box started blowing up. Hesitantly I opened the first one, wrinkling my nose at the lame greeting that included a proposition of sex. I guess it’s a good thing this app doesn’t let you send pics till three days of interaction, or I bet these guys would be bombarding me dick pics. “Oh god, this is just as gross as any other app.” I rolled my eyes, deleting and blocking every gross communication. “The only benefit is they can’t send me dick pics. These messages are lame and looking for a hook up with a MILF.” I frowned.

“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.” “Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.” Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.” The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.” “You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.