Silly Proverbs Novels & Stories

Jaybie retorted. “We aren’t important figures. Who’d follow us around?!” Sophia waved her hands and chuckled, “Children love imagining things.”

HOW COME YOU ARE SO DUMB? Will_the_devil REASON NUMBER 1: I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A PALACE. REASON NUMBER 2: I NEVER CAME IN CONACT WITH ANY OTHER KID FROM OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE. REASON NUMBER 3: I NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NEVER FELT THE NEED TO LEARN THIS GEN Z VOCABULARY. I_pooped :000 THAT'S KINDA SAD, YOU KNOW. Will_the_devil ... I_pooped

I rolled my eyes at her. "Why are you always so negative?". Lilly asked. "Nah, I'm not, I'm just being truthful. Bad things always happens to those who are too expectant of good things. It's an old saying ". She said shrugged and I rolled my eyes at her. Since when did she start caring about boring idioms and proverbs? "There's no such saying as that you're just being so negative ". Lilly argued. "Guys stop arguing besides everything will be made clearer at our eighteenth birthday ". I said before it turned into a fight.

I straightened my posture, looking each of them in the eye with unwavering determination because they are now like cats to me. "You think pushing me around and ganging up on me is funny? Well, let me tell you something. Four of you are foolish and sometimes I wonder if you were born with a disease called foolishness because it's now adapted to the four of you and if not being treated, it will be with you till you die because it's do obvious that it's a disease. If you don't mind, excuse me silly!" I ranted and was about going inside but they didn't let me in blocking my way. They

Baba Tunde gazed at Agnes with a warm smile, his eyes filled with wisdom that seemed to transcend time. He began to share with her the ancient proverbs about birds and freedom, their words floating in the air like a gentle breeze. "Listen closely, Agnes," he said, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "In the realm of birds, there is profound wisdom." "A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song," Baba Tunde began, his eyes twinkling with knowledge. "This proverb teaches us to embrace our unique gifts and talents, to express ourselves without fear, just as the birds sing their songs with joy."

I said as I crossed my arms across my chest “it’s a very good survival tip, you can’t fight every enemy especially when you’re out numbered and remember he who runs away lives to fight another day” “Oh spare me the proverbs, they may be skilled but they don’t have super human strength or heightened senses like us” he shook his head “don’t forget about the disadvantages too like they have weapons that can kill us with one shot. Yeah I know you didn’t see that one coming hot headed puppy, you’re just like your father”.

She then started laughing like crazy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. ” My body shaked as I heard the nursery rhyme. The way she sang it is so creepy that it made us shiver.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

Debra crossed her arms. Andrew's smile didn't falter. "Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy. He was bored while watching his sheep, so he decided to play a prank. He shouted, 'Wolf! Wolf!' The villagers dropped everything and rushed to help, only to find out the boy had lied. The second time, he played the same trick, and again, the villagers came running. This time, they were furious to be deceived. Finally, a real wolf came. The boy cried for help, louder than ever, but no one came. He and his sheep were left to the wolf."

"Sharon, I'm five years old and even I know the sun rises in the east. Pigs don't have wings. And they definitely can't climb trees." Sharon smiled. "You see Kelly over there? Whatever she says, someone out there will believe it. If she claims pigs can climb trees, someone will probably nod and agree." Matty tilted his head. "Really? Are there people that dumb?"