Sentences That Don T Make Sense Novels & Stories

Because what if— The timeline doesn’t just “not make sense.” What if it makes perfect sense? And I’m the only one who hasn’t wanted to see it?

I responded even though it didn’t make any sense to me at all. “Something is definitely wrong.” I muttered to myself.

"I've been having these...weird feelings. I don't know how to explain them. Sometimes I just zone out, think of something that never happened, or feel something that doesn't make sense. Or when I hear someone say a particular sentence, it triggers me - like it doesn't feel right on their lips, and I can't shake off the feeling." Rhiannon stopped her explanation, staring intently at the doctor, listening very carefully. Amelia nodded, jotting down the symptoms.

“Don’t do that.” “Do what?” I asked. “Make this sound like it’s anything more than what it is.” He said. “And what is it?” I asked. “A mistake.” he said flatly. I smiled. “Then why does it feel so right?” “Because that’s how bad decisions work,” he said. “Then let’s keep making them.” I said looking at him. He gave me a look that was somewhere between exasperation and desire. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

And he would be damned if all of this - everything - was for nothing. The man sighs, his train of thought seemingly nothing more than one long torturous ride in circles. It was endless, and it was painful. He hated it. "Because," he answers in a short huff, refusing to explain himself. Though it wasn't because he didn't want to. He just couldn't. He didn't have the words. So, he puts it as simply as he can. "It just doesn't make sense." Her head tilts in her moment of wonder, a look she's been giving him much too often as she frowns, asking, "it doesn't?"

It didn’t make sense. Why would anyone do that? How could anyone do that?

If everyone's opinion is taken, we wouldn't live our lives freely now, would we? Every author has their own style of writing. Going to someone's book and making a comment like "This is not how it is supposed to go" or "This doesn't make sense because this isn't how author **** would write it" or "This is stupid, **** author would write it better" doesn't make any sense.

Sоmеthіng thаt dоеѕn’t mаkе ѕеnѕе, but I just саn’t рut my finger оn іt rіght nоw. I knоw it wіll соmе іf I juѕt gеt оut оf hеrе. If I саn juѕt gеt ѕоmе ѕрасе to thіnk, this wіll аll start tо соmе together. I drу оff аnd lіѕtеn for a ѕесоnd thrоugh the dооr.

Me: "Why?" Him: "Do you get the feeling that the world is not right? Everything seems to be a bit off, but you can't tell what's wrong, you can't see through what's wrong. There are times when something will float out vaguely, and then when you try to grab it it's gone again, mirage-like. Sometimes you will obviously feel that the problem is not so simple, every thing, every object behind the existence of something, and you can be sure that many of the laws are connected, but think about it and then messed up. There's so much you don't understand in this world, you get so confused that you break down, it's like you can't see through a hazy glass, and in the end you have to use philosophy to

She leaned back in the chair laughing, “Apparently the computer heard reptiles.” I fixed the word and kept listening to the audio playback. Jules leaned closer to the screen, pointing at another sentence, “This one sounds like Yoda wrote it.” I groaned, “Just fix it.” She deleted half the line and rewrote it with simple words. “You think too much,” she said casually. “You think too little.” “Yeah but my sentences work.”