Sentences That Don T Make Sense Novels & Stories

"Does that make sense to you?" ‎ ‎ "Cous, why does everything have to make sense to you? We live in an illogical world, wouldn't you be wasting your assets on things that don't need it? Besides, why does it matter? I'm finally going to college." ‎ ‎ ‎ "Of course it matters, it might lead to a situation where your life could end up in danger, tch!" ‎ ‎ ‎ She went quiet for a while, and I too. I averted her gaze, finding the simple design of the table interesting instead.‎

“Every time you say you'll think about it, what you actually mean is that you've already decided to avoid it.” I let out a helpless laugh. Unfortunately, she wasn't wrong. “Okay,” I said, adjusting my grip on the mug. “Then I'll figure it out.” Maddie stared at me. I stared back. Neither of us said anything for a second. Then she pointed at me. “What exactly is the difference between that sentence and the last sentence?” I considered the question with exaggerated seriousness. “This one sounds more responsible.” Maddie immediately burst out laughing. “Oh my God.”

That’s madness. And yet… it doesn’t feel that way. Hell if I know what that means.

May be we had a telepathy in between us, so he went on, “The things we do in full sanity can still go wrong. Sometimes the acts and just obeying the world tradition feel so wrong but still we do it. And no one calls us crazy. But the deeds we do without thinking. Maybe for our pleasure. Or just an instant thought. That feels just right., we end up calling ourselves crazy for that." Silence prevailed on my side. Why was he making so much sense? I swear, it was so dangerous hearing him say those things at such close proximity. To see him so close. His beauty in full glory.

"Doesn't means I can't." "Sure it doesn't means that you can't. I don't know where we are getting with this conversation." "I don't know you tell me. I am just conversing. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

It seemed reasonable, but in fact, it was unreasonable everywhere. The more Samuel thought about it, the more unreasonable it was. But in fact, it was also because these unreasonable things were constantly telling him! There was something wrong with this place! "Samuel, what are we going to do next?"

Branson blinks through his specs randomly and then parts his lips. Don't Say that you're not what we think.Don't Say that you're not what we think. Don't Say that you're not what we think. "I think you've been mistaken." Crap! ********

"Don't be sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations, ok?" "Learn to understand the meaning of the sentence whatever, because tonight I will learn a lot

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.”

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.