Funny Things To Write On Whiteboard Novels & Stories

“You want me to... start with the weirdest number?” “Exactly! Lead with the juice, Max.” She grinned. “Let’s get zesty!” He stared at her. “You just made that up.” “Of course I did. That’s the point.” Behind her, a new whiteboard had appeared — completely unauthorized — with neon post-its labeled things like “✨ chaotic ideas,” “safe bets 😴,” and “let’s not get sued.” No one dared take it down. No one quite knew who put it up, either.

In plain tongue, talking the talking, while the walking was left for "Whom it may Concern" As much as I would love to sleep, I found myself sleep deprived...well that's me, I cannot sleep in public gatherings or anything be it in the class no matter how much I try. Well, what else to do than to jot down things five pages long while I enjoy the drama between Thelma and Hillary. Thelma would poke Hillary and she would turn back to see my reaction, I would just chuckle and watch Hillary whine. And for those asking, it all ended with me exchanging numbers with both of them, promising to catch up later to cause more misery to Hillary as we talk science, I did say that, It made me wonder when I be

Havermouth, Present Time Heath and Cameron went upstairs and returned with a whiteboard on a stand which Heath positioned before the couch in the snug. Aislen shook her head in amusement as Cameron slid onto the couch next to her and lifted her feet into his lap. “Only Heath would have a whiteboard in his office.” “Only Heath would think that it was acceptable to bring a whiteboard into my snug,” Rhett complained. “It ruins the ambiance.” “I’ll remove it after,” Heath said with dry amusement. “But it will be helpful to have a visual aid.” At the top of the board, he wrote: Aislen’s Enemies.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. After that we moved to the final and last round, I handed out small whiteboards to each couple, explaining the rules. “Let’s see how well you know your partner!” The questions led to hilarious moments. One man looked bewildered when his wife wrote down money as her favorite Christmas gift from last year. “But I gave you a handbag!” he protested. “Yes, but I used the money to buy it myself,” the woman shot back, sending the audience into fits of laughter. ****

I would spend some time with the old spell books this weekend. Of course, I wouldn't steal, but if the long awaited attack happened while we were in school it would be nice to know my options. Becoming a great warrior means I had to be ready anytime, anyplace. I made a mental note to share this with the others later. With no human eyes on me I pick up a beaker and move it across the room with my mind. It makes it to the teachers desk unharmed. This never gets old! I stare at the white board, maneuver a purple marker from the tray to rise and write "I'm hungry" across the board. I giggle at my boredom. It feels good to be silly. To my astonishment the marker continues where I left off.

I asked and chuckled. He sat on the ground and started writing on the paper. “Are you kidding me?” “Shut up and help me!” he stated and gave me another pen. He started writing on the paper: Sorry for the damage. Have a nice day! “What damage?” I asked cautiously. “Peanut! Less talking, more actions!” he ordered and I started writing the same thing. We had 10 papers with a sign saying “Sorry for the damage! Have a nice day!” “What now?” I asked.

The numbers on the board were making me annoyed since they were all wrong. They should really fire their accountant. "Screw it," I mumbled, standing up. I looked around the room, making sure there weren't any cameras that would get me in trouble. There weren't any. I grab the eraser and get rid of the atrocity that was on the board. I didn't need to write down the numbers, I already memorized what was on it.

I shout and someone catches me. "Blake! Hi! I have a question! Who even invented math. Or was math found? Maybe math does not even exist. Why are we supposed to learn math? Am I gonna drive and see that the speed limit sign be like '2x+x=90'. If you ever feel cold, stand at the corner of the room cause it's 90 degrees there." I say and laugh. Blake was shocked. "Cali, are you drunk?" He asks. "What is drunk? I am not drunk. I am Cali. Why is the zebra black and white? Maybe they have color but we can't see it!!! Oh my God I am the next Einstein!" I say happily. Oh my God I just decoded the DA Vinci code.

The class was quiet before Leonard raised his hands and Lillian told him to go ahead and answer the question since he was the only one ready to answer the question. " in my simplest definition of pun,pun is like playing with words, but in its joke,there's an important meaning. For my example,.." He walks to the board and writes "Leonard likes colouring clothes,he dies everyday." He underlines the dies and told the class that because "dyes" and "dies" sound similar, he played with both words. Other students gave their examples too,they were actually waiting for one person to answer first and it was Leonard who didn't speak to anyone in class that answered first. His example seems disturbing t

It was moments like these that made college life bearable—having someone to laugh and vent with. When it was time for math, we reluctantly made our way back to the classroom. I chose the same seat as before, trying to get comfortable for another hour of mind-numbing explanations. As the professor started writing equations on the board, my mind wandered to more pleasant thoughts. I thought about my hobbies—sketching, drawing, and painting. They were my escape, my way of expressing myself. I could spend hours lost in a world of colors and lines, creating art that spoke to my emotions.