Funny Things To Write On Whiteboard Novels & Stories

"Send them a 'special' gift! Like matching mugs that say 'Wishing you brief happiness,' or hang a banner that says, 'Stop pretending, we all know what's up.' They'll be humiliated in front of everyone!" Soon, the comment section went off the rails. But Kelsey noticed one highly liked comment. "Hang a banner?" That actually had potential.

“Like that time someone sent an email to the entire office asking where they could buy a life-sized penguin costume. Or when two people accidentally started a very inappropriate conversation in a group chat and didn’t realize their manager was in it.” I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” he said, grinning. “The penguin costume email is framed on my wall.” “Okay, now you have to tell me—what’s the juiciest piece of office gossip you’ve come across?” Patrick smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best th

Even though that was only a few years ago. Dillon 10:03 AM: A Smart-board is like an electronic white board. Theres a projector that projects a computer screen onto it, and there are 'markers' that are bluetooth that have no ink. You can basically write whatever you want digitally. Its a giant touchscreen monitor. Hella expensive but fun to play with. Tony 10:06 AM: Man, yall get all the cool shit. All we had were handouts and chalk dust. Although i did enjoy detentions when i had to smack the dust out of the erasers. That was fun.

Fucker. My heart couldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I had just been doing research on the surrounding island when my name had been called. Damn him. Slowly, I turned, giving a slight smile. Divert attention. “ It seems someone put a permanent marker here. Can we switch this white board.” I pointed, trying to be affirmative and acting as if I hadn’t just ruined their white board. No one moved and I was barely holding on to not scream and cry, running out of there never to enter again.

“Are you kiddin’ me? Hell no, I’m hangin’ with you. What do you wanna do?” “Check this out. Since we’re not going to a party, and we aren’t gonna get any treats, then I think it requires us to do tricks. Like we write stuff on people’s windows with soap, and we gotta toilet paper trees and houses. I mean, like it’s a Halloween law or somethin’.” “Oh yeah,” replied Ben. “We could let the air out of people’s tires. Oh, and siphon gas outta’ cars.” “What are we gonna do with gas? We’re ridin’ bikes!”

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There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Even if I’m a walking disaster, at least I’m never boring. And who knows? Maybe all these little moments will add up to something pretty awesome in the end.” Gift grinned mischievously. “Absolutely! And hey, if all else fails, we can always write a book about our epic college misadventures and become famous for it. ‘The Chronicles of Clumsy College: Adventures in Chaos and Caffeine’ sounds like a bestseller, don’t you think?” We all burst into laughter again, the idea growing funnier by the second. The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty.

I accuse her. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she answers, contentedly stroking a pack of gel pens. “While the abundance of stationary is impressive,” Nathan begins, “Let’s start with what we know so far.” He turns to the white board and writes “wwksf” in the upper left corner. All of us, even Xiao, make alarmed noises at the chaotic shape of the letters. “How about someone with better handwriting?” Ryan suggests, tacking on a hasty, “no offense, Your Majesty.”

And he wasn’t wrong. When I was fourteen, I got bored and decided to spice up one of his quarterly board meetings. So I snuck into the kitchen and had the house staff swap the sparkling water with a little experimental digestive I was mixing for fun. The entire boardroom emptied out in ten minutes. Suits flew as old men clutched their stomachs and bolted for the bathrooms like their lives depended on it I sat on the counter, laughing so hard I could barely breathe, the camera clutched in my hands. To this day, it’s still the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.