Funny Weird Stories Novels & Stories

“They watch these murder shows on TV and they think of big ugly men with junk food guts and rusty knives stuck through their belts. They hear about maimed hookers and shallow graves. Most people like to believe the worst, especially if it’s about something they’ve never seen up close.” The truckers we’ve caught rides with have almost always had big laughs and outrageous stories. They tell us about their backroad breakdowns, their close shaves. The crazies and the lonelies and the loons who cross their paths. Stress and booze, and what booze does when folks are stressed. They know all about lunatics, and even more about angels. A few told us about their encounters with wild animals, late at n

She felt terrible, but what they were doing was wrong. She had always followed her parents' wishes. When they told her to take a business course, she did so even though it was not what she wanted. She wanted to study contemporary music because she has loved music since she was a child. But they had not heard anything from her. She never complained, even when they separated her from her friends and sent her to study abroad. But this one is too much! She can't do what they want anymore. Marrying their business partner's son is too much for her.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

She was last seen hitching along Bassler Road, toward the interstate. Will I read a story about her next? Or maybe a twisted tale about how my next door neighbor—a gentle, seventy year-old retired nurse named Maude—is really a dedicated Satan-worshiper who dines on the flesh of cooked babies and also likes to have orgies with the town librarian and the Ladies Auxiliary. The idea is insane. Ludicrous. Far-fetched. So why can’t I get it out of my head? “This story,” I say, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, “this is when things started getting weird.”

Please, I beg you, I will legit stop swearing for an entire day. And for a person that swears like a sailor, that is saying something. He starts coughing and kills another water bottle and starts sweating like crazy. " Yo, dude, what's happening?", I throw a rag at him and quickly finish the rest of my jaffle. "Nothing, that irrational thing just took me off guard", He chuckled brushing it off. I give him a stinky eye. "Excuse me, mister, but to your knowledge let me tell you that werewolves do exist, and vampires and lots of other creatures as well! Where do you think all the stories, novels, rumors, and movies have originated from?"

After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time. “Listen, I don’t know who you guys think you are to boldly come to my house to say this rubbish but let me put you straight once and for all; don’t ever come here again if you don’t want to see the mad side of me. So your wife is barren and you want to come and steal my child which you never knew existed before now. I laugh in spanish because you guys look like clowns. Before I count from one to five, I want the two of you to disappear from my sight. Get Out Now!” she screamed and banged the door behind her.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

asked Isaac. "You ever hear the one where the werewolf and the vampire walk into a bar?" Deep belly laughter bubbled out of her. Luke and Wynona grinned, clearly fans of dumb jokes. "Haha," said Phoebe trying not to smile. "I told you I'm not a vampire!" "I know, but come on," said Ruthie. "That would be hilarious! I suppose I could say 'werewolf and mermaid' but it just doesn't sound right." "Man, you guys are seriously weird," snorted Luke.

Jim chuckles, adding his own twist to the tale, "Well, speaking of rain, I remember this one time when our family camping trip turned into a muddy adventure. We ended up making the best mud pies, and Mom was not happy about it!" Jonathan, intrigued, leans in and shares, "Rain seems to be the theme tonight. You know, back in college, there was this legendary prank involving a rain machine. Let me tell you, that story still makes me laugh." Laughter echoes through the room as we dive into one amusing story after another. The living room, once a serene space, now resonates with the joyous sound of shared narratives. Each tale unfolds like a piece of a puzzle, contributing to the colorful mosaic