Silly Stories Novels & Stories

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

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.

she soberly said. Immediately Belinda was done talking, Rita burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed her ribs out while the other party looked as serious as any other thing. To Rita, they looked like clowns who had come to snatch her 6 years old baby from her; everything was indeed laughable to her. After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time.

"It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps." His playful tales continued, each more fantastical than the last. He spun stories of talking squirrels who held clandestine debates in the treetops, of clouds that stored the blueprints for the world's oddest inventions, and even of a legendary potato that could grant wishes, but only if you spoke to it in rhymes. With each nonsensical story, my anxiety further receded, replaced by a sense of wonder and amusement. Sebastian's unwavering presence, his tender embrace, and his fanciful storytelling formed a sanctuary in the heart of the forest.

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

We talked and Silvy giggled then we would make out again. Silvy told me during one of our talks Silvy told me that I was only allowed to kiss her from now on. The look on her face when I told her she is the one woman I have kissed in years besides the kisses on the cheek I give the ol’e ladies. She did not believe me at all. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. “ Goof, don’t lie to me. I have see you with at least a hundred skanks over the years. And a few one nighters.” she said. “ Babe, have you ever known me to lie to you?” I asked. Silvy shakes her head no. “ So you know I am not lying now. You have seen with more women than I want to admit to. Not my finest momen

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

He looked up when we entered. "Did you tell her?" Kaelen asked Silas. "Not yet." Silas pushed me toward a chair. "Sit. This is an intervention." "An intervention for what?" I asked nervously. "For being too serious all the time," Silas said. Kaelen nodded in agreement. For the next hour, my brothers told me stories. Stupid stories about their childhood. About pranks they'd pulled on each other. About the time Theron got stuck in wolf form for three days. About Corin accidentally dyeing his hair green with an herbal mixture.