Romans & histoires Funny Weird Stories

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T

I said, laughing at a joke that she cracked. "I know right, I want to ask you something. Have you heard about werewolves?" She suddenly asked and I gave her a weird stare. Why did she suddenly ask me that? "Of course, I have heard a lot of ancient stories about them." I replied as I ate my waffles. Who wouldn't know about werewolves? I have read up to like a hundred different stories about them. They are all fictional stories that made childhood fun. It was also fun arguing with the other kids then, when we were still young about some creatures that didn't exist.

He claps his hand on my shoulder and leads me into the living room. We sit down, and Grandpa Nick proceeds to tell me the biggest bullshit fairy tale anyone could possibly imagine. He goes on about werewolves and packs and goddesses and transformations. I know I’m not the smartest kid, but the cheese has slid completely off this guy’s cracker if he thinks I could believe all this crap.

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

My body trembled with fury as I shouted at Karen. "What exactly did I do wrong for the company to fire me? And you—what gives you the right to spread disgusting rumors about me?" Karen shot me a disdainful glare, her face full of contempt. "You abandoned your seriously ill, bedridden in-laws and used the money meant for their medicine to splurge on yourself. You dress yourself up every day, trying to dump the husband who's done so much for you. What company would dare keep an employee like you?" I had no idea what method Karen used to convince everyone to believe such an absurd lie. But she'd relied on deception and manipulation to act like a tyrant here. And I absolutely would not tolerate

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Then Sienna started laughing—real, genuine laughter that shook her entire body. "What?" Marcus asked, though he was smiling. "We're fucking in a kitchen like we're in a bad romance novel," she said. "And I don't even care. This is insane." "Completely insane." He kissed her forehead. "But also—" "Also the best thing that's happened to you in years?" She pulled back enough to look at him. "I know. It's the same for me."

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

I ask immediately, getting drawn into his story. “Thalium.” He says with a weird laugh. I let out a horrified gasp with my hand over my chest, “Why are you laughing?” “It’s hilarious, don't you think?” He stops and looks at me with a coldness that slowly melts when I join in the crazy laughter. “Hmm.” I laugh alongside the maniac praying the story would end so I could eat more and escape to the confines of my room.