Funny Weird Stories Novels & Stories

Gentle, learned, and polished, he seemed as though he had stepped straight out of a novel. Isaac was merely imitating him, and not very well. Still, he often went down the mountain and brought us back all sorts of oddities. He would also go to the theatre and return to tell us the stories. Tales of strange happenings, amusing events—we loved hearing them all. There was a time when I was especially fond of stories about spirits and strange creatures. As luck would have it, that was just the sort of tale Isaac brought back from the towns below. But none of the others cared for such stories. I alone clung to him, begging for more.

We will make you feel things no one else can. Bonnie sat there another minute, water cooling on her skin. Heart hammering. Then she started laughing—real, shaky, a little crazy. “This is the weirdest fucking day of my life. I got parasite-fucked at the bottom of the ocean and now my coochie has a cult in it. Great. Just great.” The Honeyswarm laughed with her—soft, overlapping, delighted. We like your humor. Now check the computer. We already searched for answers.

“How many stories?” There was another pause. “Understood. Send me everything you have.” He ended the call and remained facing the window for a moment, his phone still in his hand. I waited, but when he didn't turn around, I finally spoke. “What happened?” He turned around slowly. “That was one of my journalist contacts.” “And?” “Someone is deliberately spreading stories among humans about violent werewolves.” My stomach tightened. “What? What kind of stories?” “Stories about attacks. Missing people. Werewolves supposedly hunting humans.” He shook his head. “Some of the details are real, but they're being twisted and connected to things that have nothing to do with each other.”

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning. I read that book when I was in high school and I found the concept behind it was so medieval, yet still true - Just keep the storytelling going, women will survive this fucking world dominated by men. "Do you know something funny? I saw a giant black wolf today on the subway platform. It wasn't the first time I saw it. I saw it in the parking lot the other day. And I saw it in my dream." "Your dream?" He murmured, sniffing my hair.

Neigh asked, looking at us. "Hey, man. Chill." Jack told him. "We are busy thinking." "By joking?" "That's how we do it. Isn't it boring if we all look sad to show that we are thinking?" Neigh shook his head. "Have you ever been told that you are weird?" "Can we be as weird as the creatures in this place? You grew up here. You should be the last one to find us weird." Neigh cackled. "You have a point."

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

I had no idea how he managed to produce that much noise despite being a kid. "After the meal, you two have to go for a movie!" Luther chirped happily. He seemed even more excited than me. "In fact, you gotta go for a horror movie! Kyrie will go, 'Oh, Mr. Skyworth! I'm so scared!'" Luther spoke the dialog in a high-pitched voice while pretending to dive into my arms. Where the hell did this brother of mine pick up these weird skills? Sometimes, I had a feeling that Luther wasn't a ten-year-old at all. How was it that he was so knowledgeable about these things?

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.