Sentences That Dont Make Sense Novels & Stories

leads back to me? “That doesn’t make sense,” I said. “It doesn’t have to,” he replied. “Not yet.” I got frustrated in an instant. “Stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Talking like I’m supposed to just accept things without understanding them.” His expression hardened slightly. “This isn’t a world where you understand everything first.” "You keep saying this world every single time, what exactly do I have to know, what exactly is there to understand?" “Answr me, that’s not good enough.”

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! ********

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

That doesn't even make any sense! “That doesn't make any sense!” I repeat aloud, clutching my hair as tears prick my eyes. “How's that even possible?! Do you even know what you're saying?!” I don't know what's wrong with me or why I'm reacting like this. I can't process this information. It's like my brain is rejecting the truth. I can't breathe. I can't think. I just double over, gasping for air as my body trembles with harsh sobs.

Shit. This isn't going to be good.

All because of this messed up situation. How did I end up like this? It makes no sense. --------------------

He laughed again. "Whatever is that supposed to mean to me?" There was nothing that irritated me more than speaking in riddles. Why can't we just head straight to the point instead of beating around the bush? "If you are going to continue to speak in ways that doesn't make sense to me, then I assure you, you are wasting your damn time. Let's get straight to the point, not everyone has all the time in the world." I glared at him.

Unexpectedly, for unknown reasons that I can't understand, I think of the additional keys that I carry with me everywhere, but that don't open or turn on whatever has a place with me, my famiAmy or my companions. I try to trace the answer to each of the questions that dance in my mind, but it's out of the realm of possibility for me. I don't have the foggiest idea what the web is, it sure is in the dumpster, I don't have the foggiest idea why I have three extra keys, and I don't have the foggiest idea why I passed out in the cafeteria on Tuesday.

“ Ouch, I am hurt and touched by this action. Truly action speaks louder than words.” “ Dont ...” A hiccup leaves my mouth stopping me from that i wanted say. Now that I think I dont even know what I wanted to say. Another leaves my mouth and the words I want to say are more slayed. I can't even make out a fool sentence everything seems to be a jumbled mess in my mind.

Disapproval of what, I have no idea. “What? What is wrong?” “You don’t see it, do you?” he whispers nervously. I furrow my brows. “Everett, what are you talking about?” “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Everett lets go of me and crawls up the bed, slipping under the covers. I don’t move. I am confused. I don’t see what? What is he talking about? It must be drunken gibberish. I shake my head and exit the room, making sure the door is locked and get him some water before returning to the bedroom. Everett is crashed out, snoring away. Switching the light off, I set the water next to his side of the bed before I climb in.