Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

Axel's voice rose in frustration, his carefully constructed lesson plan crumbling. "Too vague," Lucas said simply, as if this explained everything. Axel threw his head back, staring at the ceiling as if seeking divine intervention. The ornate molding offered no answers. "Women like vague compliments!" he protested, gesturing wildly. Lucas shook his head slowly, unmoved by the outburst. His analytical mind rejected the premise entirely. "It lacks precision. How can it be meaningful if it applies to anyone?" "This isn't a business presentation!" Axel groaned, running both hands through his hair in exasperation. Several strands stood up at odd angles, testament to his growing desperation.

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.

Ivan’s thumbs stroke my back gently, and I took a deep breath and continued. “So. Past.” I looked down at where my fingers were resting on his abs. “Yeah.” One-word sentences really aren’t doing much. Shit. I need to start making sense. “We have time,” he said softly. I shook my head. “You do. I don’t. I have a lack of lady-balls right now.” He laughed quietly. “Okay. I’m just gonna blurt it out in one great big breath so it probably won’t make much sense.”

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.

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.

DEAR ME Dear me, I'm confused again, Don't even know why. I'm being pressured again, Can't stand it anymore. Do this, do that. "Stay strong, don't fall. Don't fail, make me proud. Be a good child." Hammered into my head, Each and every time, Till I lose all sense of reasoning, And wander away. Dear me, am I making sense? Or just rambling like a madman? I look in the mirror,

The word formed and dissolved and formed again, useless, not a real word anymore, just a sound my brain kept making on a loop. No. No. No.

Ignoring everything. Not again. right?

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.