Most Random Things To Say Novels & Stories

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

Reyna. "One of the many cruel things this world can do is to repay hard work with rejection. Like I've said before, we have grown accustomed to such as a species that we simply call it life."-Random bag of quotes.

I breathed in and cleared my throat, starting the mike. "This is crazy." I tried again, looking at Brittany. "We are teenagers, honey. When else will we do all this crazy stuff? It's now or never, there's never a later." Life is too short to worry about what others think. So have fun and give them something to really talk about. Oh people will surely talk about this! Here goes nothing.

"Yeah. I twist and grind them when I'm thinking or stressed or happy. They ache. Ugh. And I stink. I should have showered. Um... listen, there's something urgent that I need to tell you, and that is that I really love your voice." "Oh... oh. My voice?" "Mhmm. It's amazing. So, make me happy - say Beethoven was a bastard." "What?" "Go on. Say the words." "Beethoven was a bastard."

It’s a beautiful day for a dark conversation. Pain has marred his brow and turned his face to dark granite. I step closer to him and slide my palm against his cheek. His jaw is stubbly beneath my hand. With the slightest bit of pressure, I turn him back to me and meet his hard gaze. “You’re right in one way,” I tell him softly. “The world is random. Chaotic. Brutal. That’s enough to make a person think nothing matters. But things can matter—people can matter—if you decide they do. If you give meaning to things and fight for what you believe in, then things do matter.”

About 90% of the time no one is paying attention as I am saying this stuff, but that 10% of the time, it's just magic and someone will just laugh out loud. So I continue: "I do blah programming in whatever..." and say some stuff like that and then I usually say something like, "As for my personal information, I'm a Libra, and my turn-offs are mean people and smoking and my turn-ons are long walks on the beach, the laughter of children, and the warm smell of colitis rising up through the air" or whatever neural firings happen to be activated at that particular nanosecond. What is interesting is that everyone after me has to try to outdo me. It breaks the ice, so mission accomplished as far as

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to sing right now.” He chuckled deepening his gaze which gave me butterflies, “Okay, so what else would you like to do at this hour?” “I think we should talk,” I said, excitedly. “About?” He looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. That one word from him made my cautious excitement dissipate in one efficient sweep. “There doesn’t always have to be an ‘about’ when we chat. People talk about random things, occasionally.” “Which people?” He raised one questioning eyebrow as though he couldn’t imagine a more ridiculous notion.

Txt excited whatever what happened? (( I met my mate in a cafe. Super famous. Already has a boyfriend. )) … … … (( But shell understand. We mite hav boyfriends or girlfriends B 4 meeting R mates but its all over when that happens. )) (( My mate is human )) (( Also super famous. I cant Immy. I dont see how it can work )) … (( Oh Princess )) (( You don’t belive me? )) (( I believe you. It sounds exactly like you. Its yourself you need to believe in. ))

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."