Humorous Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

“I might not have read your script, but with the way you spoke about it, I'm pretty sure it's brilliant and it'll do brilliantly well.” My gaze lifted to see him stunned with his eyes wide opened like I had told a ghost story. He blinked, then smiled. “That's actually quite encouraging. Thanks. I guess you're not that weird after all.” I scoffed. “I guess you're not that tough after all.” Several minutes later, we were still seated, having a great conversation. He narrated a story where he almost got beaten to death after pretending to have a gun so he could scare away some robbers. Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily

Nina told us a story as we were eating per Hailey's request and she told a story about The Hare And The Tortoise. Mr. Tortoise dared Mr. Hare to go on a race with him and Hare agreed cause he felt it was an insult, but Mr. Tortoise had other plans, he placed four of his children who looked like him at the four rivers they were supposed to cross, so Mr. Hare ran till he died. And now Hailey is telling me that the tortoise's smartness made him won the race while I called it cheating. "It is not a crime to be smart uncle, and I loved what tortoise did."She said sticking out her tongue in a mocking way.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

My last waitressing job ended too quickly when I slammed my fist into a grabby patron's face for squeezing my ass. My boss didn't even hear me out, he just fired me on the spot. Just because I had a big ass doesn't mean I wanted it touched without my permission. You don't see me rubbing the huge cocks I see pressed against sweats on the street, now do I ? So here I am, my only chance at not being broke and I didn't want to fuck it up. I rang the massive doorbell and waited patiently with my heart pounding in my chest. The door swung open, and holy shit, there they were. The famous New York twins, Logan and Lucas Armstrong.

he said, shaking his head. “Exceptionally so,” I grinned. I nestled into his side. “Now,” I continued, lifting a finger in warning, “tell me one of your grandmother’s stories, but not one that involves a tortoise.” His brows lifted, mock-offended. “What do you have against tortoises?” “They’ve had enough airtime. I swear, if I hear one more story about a clever tortoise outsmarting everyone, I'll cut off my ears.” He gasped dramatically. “Tortoises are wise creatures!”

Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?" See? He was sharp, too. Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"

I did my best not to get depressed over such a trivial matter, but things suddenly got tough in the office. "Have you seen the email blast this morning? About the modern Cinderella who's dating an executive..." a staff from another department grumbled loudly to another as I walked inside the elevator. "Yes, I've read it," replied the other woman. "She even got hired here, though she didn't finish her degree." "Right? An undergrad! I bet she used her body to get in," the other snickered, followed by their loud laughter that echoed in the elevator before the door opened. They stepped out, still chuckling while whispering to one another.

Her cuteness made his smile returned and he went to help the old lady preparing the next order. In front of the parlor, the crowds clapped their hands and laughed. They were very entertained Jai’s story about the orphanage children in the mausoleum. Not only that, he also told them a fairy tale from his previous world, the one with the glass shoes and fairy godmother, and everyone seemed very interested. Of course, he told these stories while showing them a bit of his sparks in certain anecdotes. This was to surprise them and get their interest to stay, and they were, they did.

“Another ingenious method is to place mysterious cigarette-sticks around a human dwelling to tempt a mortal of weaker resolve. It matters not if the bait is deemed a gift of Providence. The prank is as unremarkable and innocuous as when your keys disappear and then just as mysteriously come back. And on the day the doctor reveals the X-ray of your tar-coated lungs, Death shall be there smiling over your shoulder. “These little deeds may be what you would call {‘sneaky’}. Nevertheless, they get the job done. And I get to ridicule the rules that have kept my powers in check for so long. There are many roundabout ways for one who thinks long and hard. And in case you have not noticed, time is a

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