Romans & histoires Funny Weird Stories

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

Instead, I folded my hands in my lap and stared out the window, trying to stay calm even as anxiety twisted in my stomach. An hour later, the familiar road to Blackthorn camping grounds disappeared behind us. Tall, ancient trees closed in — darker, thicker, older than they should be. My heart jolted. “Um… guys? This is Winchester Forest,” I said, voice rising with panic. “We’re not supposed to be here. My mom warned me specifically. People disappear—” Marcus laughed loudly from the driver’s seat. “Holy shit, you actually believe that folklore crap? Missing people? Probably just idiots who got lost or ran off with their side pieces.”

“And I just… write things sometimes… stupid stories…” “Stupid stories?” She nodded. “Silly things.” I tipped my head. “That’s what they are, are they? Silly things?” Another nod, and I raised an eyebrow. “Well, that really is a shame considering I’ve just abandoned my family Christmas to drive back across the country on the back of these silly stories.” She couldn’t gulp a breath quick enough. “I made the cat up,” I continued. “A silly story of my own under the circumstances, so I think that puts us on a par with the falsities, don’t you?”

That had ended with me locked in a basement by some pervert who saw the flyer. Three days. Three nights. I died there. Not this time.

I stammered. “I...I wasn’t concerned about that.” He had the nerve to wink. “Right.” At that moment, the waitress appeared to take our order. I ordered the eggs with crab cakes and potatoes, and Kai ordered lobster and caviar omelet. Everything looked divine. We settled into casual conversation. We talked for hours. I learned he was an only child, still close to his elderly parents that he took care of. He was allergic to strawberries.

"But I'm the worst joke teller in this universe." "No, I'm pretty sure I am. Then you go first." "Well, what happens if a wolf falls into the washing machine?" "Uh, I have no idea." "It becomes a wash and a werewolf." He then makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and bursts into a wide smile. He must know he's pulled the worst prank ever known to mankind, or he wouldn't be so proud. Even though it's stupid, I catch myself laughing anyway. Laughing until the tears flow, falling like rainwater washing my face and arms. Crying until it's impossible to stop, impossible to forget what lies ahead.

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

I shrug, “they feel they are getting slack without much to do besides the occasional rogues that happen on to our territory.” He chuckles, “I’m glad that’s all we deal with, no one wants to deal with what our parents or their parents dealt with, those old war stories about mythical species,” he grins at me. I arch a brow at him, “what makes you think they’re mythical,” I chuckle, “don’t believe in dragons or mermaids?” He laughs, “of course I do just as much as I believe in unicorns that fart glitter out their asses.” Now I laugh, “if you capture one, bring it to me that is a sight I’d like to see,” I pour another glass and one for him and place it in front of him and raise mine to him, “to