I Heard The Story Novels & Stories

“I just wasn’t expecting to see an unexpected face around here.” Harry just chuckled and shrugged, dousing us with silence once more, save for the peaceful flow of the river. After a moment, he asked, “Do you want to hear our story? A story about a failed husband and father.” The look I gave him was an evaluating one, but he seemed almost completely sincere. A few beats passed before I nodded. “I would.” I was well aware that what he had to say would undoubtedly throw off my perception of everything I knew about him, but I held out only hope.

I finally knew why I could hear the baby’s whisper! I finally found a way to change my life path and to survive!

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

Well let me tell you a short story or whatever may you call it. One day, I was inside the resort with Sylvester, I heard him saying something from afar and pointing his fingers on the top but I didnt mind him nor listen to him coz I'm busy checking the surrounding and the workers who's working everywhere.I walk and walk until I step on something make me fall and I heard the cement from above went down because I step on the rope that made me fall on the ground.I was praying that time coz I know the cement will hit me.I tried to stand my body but it aches in pain.Fuck was all I said.Until the cement was going to hit me I heard someone shouted my name and a pair of shoes running in my direction

"How do you know about that mythical creature?" Govind asked, walking deep into the woods. Ghosavasu answered, "I had heard it in mythical stories during my early days. I was once in a country of merchants, and this story of a traveller was particularly popular there." His eyes scanned for dangers lurking around. "What story?" wondered Govind.

++++++++++++ Story 2: Deadman Walking I’m just going to share this story here but this isn't the first time I've told it. This story has many versions and this one is partially what I that I heard from my older brother, but I was also aware of it too. It happened way back in 2010 in a burger stand in ________ city. I am from that same city and the place that I mentioned was close to our house. So our story goes like this… “May I purchase four burgers? And please deliver it to the other side of the road, near the funeral parlor. I’ll just pay for it there,” said the parishioner.

“I was three. Which means Finn doesn’t even properly remember the story, he just remembers Fath—” Kash’s eyebrows raise. Everyone turns to me. “Mother told that story,” Ingrid blurts. “Not anyone else,” Kieran agrees. ‘Thank you,’ I tell both of them. “It’s all right,” Kash says. “It’s not like I don’t know someone else raised my girl. Ain’t gotta lie on my account.”

While telling the story, I noticed someone approaching us but didn't know who it was until I heard his voice. "Oh, are you telling on me, Bella?"

"Excuse me, did someone here order drinks?" The familiar voice echoed in his ears, and his eyes suddenly turned red. "E-Eve?"

It's better to listen than those fairy tales. My story, there's nothing much about me. There's nothing I can talk about, as if there's any worth sharing. However, eventhough there's nothing to tell, I felt so happy knowing that someone wanted to hear stuffs about me. With my experience from my past relationships, no one had ever dare to ask anything about me. They never ask anything about my story. And hearing him now, asking for those, it feels surreal. I feel like I am appreciated after all. That despite of being like this, there's still someone who'll spend the night listening to me. [ Okay, then I'll tell you about my childhood. Will that be alright? ]