Random Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

He ripped out another paper, scrambled words in it and handed it back to me. I do not want to speak any form of nonsensical words so i am not making any promises, i'm not even sure this is going to work but i would give you anyway. You should know there are consequences to every thing in life and if this does not work, there might be a huge price to pay.

All what they did made no sense to me, and the fact that I was seated comfortably among all those inanities made no sense to me. My headache which had formerly calmed started again and banging in my head, I felt out of breath and suffocated. It made no sense how everybody but me was planning my wedding, the wedding made no sense to me. The fact that I was watching everything happening made no sense. But there was something that made sense to me, it was one word; Run.

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 compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

Chaos. That’s all I can feel. Utter chaos. There are sounds and voices all around me. I can’t make out what they are saying, there are so many of them and they are talking over each other. I try to tell them I can’t understand them, but my voice is drowned out by theirs.

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he said. Nothing happened at first. That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. Nothing happened. No gasp, no sudden crying, no cinematic breakdown. The sentence entered the truck and simply remained there, absurd and impossible and inert, because my mind refused to recognise it as belonging to a life I inhabited. Then the world tilted very slightly to one side. “No,” I said. Lucas did not answer. “No,” I repeated, because if one no did not fix reality perhaps a second might. “No. That’s ridiculous.”

This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

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