Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

Crystal took out a matchstick and lit the fireworks. BOOM! Soon, the sky was illuminated with light and painted with vibrant colors. As the crowd was busy and awed with the display, I quickly ran to Crystal’s side and put a handkerchief around her nose, then grabbed her wrist and ran away from the banquet hall. When Crystal and I were making the fireworks, we put a large amount of sleeping powder so when it explodes, everyone in the area will lose their consciousness. “Run!”

I said, twirling my fork, “that if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll combust.” Adam arched a brow. “Combust?” “Spontaneously. Into glitter. It’ll be tragic and messy. You’ll never get it out of your suit.” He smirked, setting down his wine glass. “I’ll take my chances.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You say that now, but when you’re vacuuming sparkle dust out of your penthouse for six weeks—” “I’ll consider it a worthy sacrifice,” he said smoothly, leaning forward again. “Besides, I think glitter suits me.”

how long it would take to make her smile. But I sat there, staring down at my stick, my grin already fading. I told myself it was nothing. But something inside me had already gone quiet. --- By lunch, the whole school knew. People had seen the cast list. Screenshots were flying through group chats. Someone added glittery devil horns and posted it to the school’s gossip page. I grabbed a tray out of habit but didn’t touch anything on it. Dylan and Caleb were still laughing across from me, reenacting fake lines like, “Oh Harriet, your poetry moves me,” with exaggerated swoons.

Every time we plan a prank and set it in action we place a camera somewhere secure so we can record the prank and watch over it again when we get together. We set the trap so that the feathers would be on the fan located just above Ms Bells desk and the condensed milk water balloons would fall from the top of the cupboard onto Ms Bell if she were to sit on her seat and wired the fan so that when the last balloon drops the fan will start and the feathers will stick to Ms Bell. We hardly ever get into trouble because the teachers and headmaster Dean are never able to place the prank on us or get evidence. English goes by fast, then werewolf history where we hand in our essays and learn more ab

Just on the other side of the gate, the rest of Camp Unplugged have hesitantly emerged – Red and Yellow teams both. “Do not test me,” Nathan warns. “You should know very well that, with the wind chill factor out here, it would be like asking for pneumonia. Also, every single one of these sponge bombs has droplets of pee of yours truly in it. I abso-frickin-lutely guarantee it!” Bug-eyed Kate slowly turns and she and Nathan exchange grave looks. She can’t tell if Nathan is bluffing about the pee part.

She then pulled a blood bag with its contents emptied from her pocket. Zayn's expression instantly turned grim. "Cadence, I think the blood you just coughed up came from a bag like this. You wanted to make Zayn feel sorry for you. Am I right?" Cassidy looked at Cadence with a disapproving expression. "That was fake? Were you just putting on an act?" Zayn silently withdrew his hand and stood still. He glared at Cadence frostily. "You're so dumb." Cadence forcefully swallowed the metallic taste in her throat and casually wiped her mouth. "Of course it's fake. I didn't think you'd fall for it, though."

Laughter rippled through the room. “First, thank you for ignoring every single time I said I didn’t want a party. You were right. I needed this. Needed all of you in my house making noise and eating my food and glitter-bombing my ceiling.” I pointed at Colt. “Especially you, glitter terrorist.” Colt saluted with a cupcake.

I know this is going to sound stupider than I want it to. “It’s how we used to entertain ourselves when we weren’t hacking. There are these computer programs where you can record sound clips from movies, right? Then you make prank calls to people and hold entire conversations with clips from Kindergarten Cop or The Godfather or whatever. Mailin and I used to do it to each other all the time. Like… dueling celebrity prank phone calls, but just the two of us.” Grant stares at me with something like dawning horror and disgust.

I find a slip of paper on the back of a flyer I'm holding during the first day of club recruitment. It says that the president of the dance club, Donna Shaw, will announce in front of more than 100 people that I'm pregnant. She's got everything ready—ultrasound reports, hospital records, and even eyewitnesses. Henry Baker, her boyfriend and president of the Student Activities Board, will step in to save the day in front of everyone. Consequently, the whole school will condemn me, and I will be expelled. I stare at the paper, wondering what kind of lame prank this is. I turn the paper over. The smile on my face fades when I see that the handwriting is identical to my own. I slip the

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio