Novelas y relatos de Hypothetical Nonsense

Steve asked. " If you do not stop this nonsense now Steve, I will call the medical people to take you. What nonsense are you saying?" " You call it nonsense?" " Yes, I do. Whatever doesn't make sense is nonsense. So, I call it nonsense. There is nothing much there. " " In every nonsense, there is a sense." " You are still holding on to this." " That is because I am damn serious!" " Are you shouting at me?" " Didn't mean to. "

The shape of their eyebrows was similar. Could it be? No. It was nonsense. Pure nonsense... or was it?

The wall in front of him had exploded. Debris had formed a pile on the ground. He pressed the golden button. A beam shot out of it and within moments the pile had vanished. He tapped another button and a new wall was created within minutes. *It was a wall made of illuthene but it had to work for now.* (illuthene-a material that could build things very fast. They did their work but the only problem was that if one tried to touch the surface one would feel nothing.) R was relieved that nobody had seen him. Then, it struck him. Where was Sia?

Much better. Had I been thinking wooden trees, or rather, trees in a wood? There are Linnaeus trees to map and identify species, or trees to locate a file in a folder on my computer? Who knows? It was gone, leaving me in that deep nonsense Freudian ditch of half-sleep, where the unruly subconscious runs amok. Today I was struggling to climb out. That’s the problem. Is it or isn’t it nonsense? Now I’m awake. That got me thinking of the nonsense things that have been said to me, which, when you are only nineteen, shouldn’t be that many.

Meanwhile, I was so broke I could barely afford food. I gritted my teeth. No longer caring about dignity, I raised the megaphone I was holding. "Mason Rivers failed to get into the university three times in a row. How could he possibly have developed a new nanomaterial with that kind of research? Bianca White did the research and then wrote the academic paper for him! This behavior seriously undermines the fairness of the admissions system. I demand that the university investigate this thoroughly and punish them both accordingly!" Quite a few students stopped to watch, and more and more scrutinizing gaze fell on them.

The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief. And finally—dreams. Why does your brain invent full-length movies when you’re asleep? Sometimes thrilling, sometimes terrifying, sometimes just nonsense like riding a giraffe through a grocery store. If dreams are practice runs for reality, then I’m still waiting for the day when I have to save the world by sword-fighting a giant slice of cheesecake. Until then, I’ll just wake up confused, craving sugar. --- Word count: 608. Do you want me to make another one that’s equally random but in a different style—like poetic nonsense, conspiracy-theory style, or surreal comedy?

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.