Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

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

Words from different parts of a page appeared to be grouped in bizarre sentences: “Endangered Condors Charged in Shotgun Killing.” In conversation, I’d think of one word but say something completely unrelated: “hotel” became “plankton”; “cup” came out “elastic.” I couldn’t hang on to a thought long enough to carry it through a sentence. When I tried to cross the packhouse street, the motion of the cars became so disorienting that I couldn’t move. I was at a sensory distance from the world as if I were wrapped in clear plastic. I had never been in poor health and didn’t have an internist, so I went to my old pediatrician at the East of packhouse.

“Give blood…and he won’t die...” “Do…it…” “Do…it or I…make you…” W-What?

All caps again. SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE DOING I stared for a moment, waiting for the follow-up. And waited. Nope. Seriously? That was it?You already said that, I answered with an eye roll.I don't know what you think you know, but you better start making sense. ABBY STERN MAKING SENSE NO *NOW ?

Nothing else matters. ***

She’s making something out of nothing. Last night didn’t mean anything. The conversation didn’t mean anything. I told her that. So why does it feel like I completely screwed this up? The thought hits hard enough that I immediately push it away. Because that’s stupid. You can’t screw up something that doesn’t exist. I shake my head and push away from the counter. I need space. A drive. The gym. Literally anything that gets me out of this house. I head upstairs two steps at a time.

I give him an incredulous look. “That’s rude,” I reply. He shakes his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to pay attention to some of these talks. The second you are done with the conversation, will you realise that making sense of their words is like searching for a needle in a haystack. Absolutely pointless.” He says.

"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.‎

Useless. My mind was completely blank. I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore or if it made any sense. Everything inside me felt tangled—fear, guilt, regret—all crashing into each other at once. I wanted to explain, to say something that would make him understand, but I couldn’t even find where to start. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I added softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He let out a laugh. But it wasn’t a normal laugh.