Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

“They hid in the school bell tower. Took me forever to find them.” “Isna! Israel!” I snapped, glaring at them. “Mom, a little fun doesn’t hurt. You like our pranks—they’re always fun!” Isna defended. She wasn’t wrong. The prank at my award night was cute—they made a massive amount of lilies, my favorite flower, rain down on me. It had shocked me… but it was sweet. “This wasn’t sweet. Phoenix looks like he ran a marathon.” “Well, he said he wanted to lose weight. The hide-and-seek was planned exercise,” Isna pouted.

Bella didn’t seem to notice—or, more likely, she simply didn’t care. “Alright,” she continued, setting her coffee mug on the desk. “Let’s get this day started! I’ve got a pop quiz on—just kidding!” She laughed, and a few students chuckled nervously. Zane shot Alana a quick look. This was it. Alana subtly slid her hand under the desk, retrieving the small, carefully prepared bag of glitter. It wasn’t just any glitter—it was the ultra-fine, industrial-strength sparkle that would cling to skin, clothes, and hair for days. She had spent hours perfecting the trap, rigging it under Ms. Bella’s chair so that it would explode the moment she sat down.

" I bit down hard on my lower lip. I'd skipped the presentation I'd spent six months preparing just to find him. In the end, I had to postpone my graduation. Shirley chuckled lightly. "I remember the time we folded the game design drafts she'd spent three sleepless nights on into paper airplanes. She spent the whole night picking them up with red eyes. She looked like a lost puppy." Right on cue, Marvin laughed. "So what should the next prank be?" "Let's tell her you're in the hospital. She'll rush over to look for you, while we'll throw a party. Perfect, right?" My phone buzzed immediately. It was a message from Marvin.

Mom glared at the naughty sextuplet. [ ** NOTE TO THE READERS: Potato Bombs are small domestic explosives made using a potato. They can be made at home. They may be harmless, noisy crackers but it is better not to try them at home without proper supervision ** ] “You ruined the prank, Mom !” Kai whined. “You were not supposed to tell him !!” he cribbed. “Ashton dear, please prescribe something for this wild one too,” Mom said while c*cking her head towards a pouting Kai, making us all laugh.

"Deal. But let's make sure it doesn’t come to that." Leaning back with a smug grin, I watched the chaos unfold through my phone, the small screen a window into my overly populated apartment. The vampires, dressed in the latest gothic fashions, swarmed in, tripping over wires, and setting off the glitter bombs I'd rigged to non-lethal perfection. "Gotcha," I murmured to myself, my anticipation buzzed to see their confused faces as sparkles showered over them—it wasn't every day you got to glitter-bomb a bunch of uptight bloodsuckers.

A hearty round of laughter erupts for the intruders. The King waves his hand in the air. “ENOUGH!” “No, it isn’t! But this might be!” A few people from the middle of the group dart out and throw small, round metal balls at us. The group of intruders then splits apart, revealing several bombs. The timer on each of them is counting down from 30 seconds. My heart races, but I keep my calm alpha mask on. The little metal balls explode in the air right before they reach us and a gray cloud forms, floating down around us.

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc