Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

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

Gulf just shook his head. "You two are funny. You said you were just stating a fact?" Will asked. "Yes, so what?" B1 asked. "Well, do you even know what fact means?" Will asked again. The girl proudly explained the meaning of it and Will nodded. "It's good that you know the meaning of it. The problem is, you don't know how to use it. Because you are talking non-sense. You even don't know anything and just assumed things because of your jealous fat ass and shamelessly saying that it's a fact. Shame on you,"

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good

I sigh. Welcome to Rosen-Hower household where all conversation doesn't make sense.

Sera nodded again. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I said immediately, shaking my head in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that if someone loses something as minor as their sense of smell, they just… die?”

I grunt madly, and put both of my hands on my head exasperated with myself, feeling like everything is crashing down on me at full force. Nothing in this world makes fucking sense anymore.

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.”

It just didn’t make sense. I felt like I was going crazy.

Like the person had used a year to write one letter to make sure that it was perfect. But this one? This one looked like it was scribbled hurriedly. I turned the paper. “Everything is not what it seems” was written boldly at the back I gulped. This definitely did not make sense. “I don’t even make sense right now” I mumbled, a yawn escaping my lips as I laid back on the bed, not even bothering to take a bit of the sandwich he had prepared for me. * Annoyance