Random Fun Facts Novels & Stories

Immediately a private message pops up. T: Working late? Talking to him isn't against any rules, and it's nice to talk to an adult once in a while – to have a conversation that's not about swallowing gum and what kind of lunch you want. H: Yeah, just finished up and couldn't go to sleep. I was gonna play Candy Crush, but I had to log on to see what kind of loot people had sent me. It's my vice, what can I say? T: Let's call the police, you like to play Candy Crush to unwind.

It's funny how sometimes you look at something in life and think, I could never do that. "I could never be a surfer..." or "I could never travel alone in Africa..." And then somewhere down the road, you find yourself actually doing exactly that thing. I've always enjoyed sex and sexual experimentation, but I never thought of myself as particularly "kinky". At least until I met Meg.

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?”

* She doesn't even know the difference between Naruto and Sasuke. *My Bad, I forgot to tell you I am not Jessica your friend, it's a Wrong Number* the texter said and I froze, did I just confessed my deepest secret to a total stranger. This the greatest joke of the century, thinking about it made me crack up the laugh I never knew I still had. *Come on Jess, be serious* I texted waiting for her reaction *I'm serious I am not your friend* she replied making me take a more serious feature.

He sat back down on the couch and said that he would go first. “Easy one Kiran, what is the rarest m&m colour?” James was an idiot. It really was an easy one. “Really? It’s brown.” I drank my shot after answering him. “Adara, what is the loudest animal on earth?” I asked her and smiled. She looked at me as James tried to mouth the answer to her. “Seriously? I don’t have a clue, the elephant?” She posed it as a question and James rolled his eyes. He was terrible but I had to laugh.

The authentic Monet he'd spent two million on, the box of limited-edition cigars he'd brought back from Cuba himself, the collection of rare vinyl he treasured more than anything. I picked up an ashtray and hurled it at them. The sound of shattering glass was sharp and clear, and it felt exhilarating. I used every heavy object I could find. With each crash, I felt the knot in my chest loosen a little. Breathing heavily, I surveyed the wreck I had made of the room. Just as I was about to leave, Rhys returned, carrying shopping bags filled with gifts. None of them were things I liked. They were obviously for Noa.

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex