Silly Stories Novels & Stories

The entirety of the flight was spent with each man trying to lift my spirits in their own way. Silas told ridiculous stories about jobs gone wrong, missions that had turned into absolute disasters but somehow worked out in the end. He exaggerated everything, making himself the butt of most jokes, clearly trying to make me laugh. And despite the heaviness in my chest, I found myself smiling occasionally, even chuckling at his more outrageous tales. "And then Lorenzo had to pull me out through the window," Silas was saying, gesturing wildly. "Bare ass naked because the husband came home early and I had to leave my clothes behind. Spent the entire car ride home with nothing but a throw pillow c

He had read the silly story that she came up with randomly, and was even interested in reading more. So she wrote it out, in parts. She had him read the next part and awaited his reaction. It was a simple story, really. It was just about a human who ate a cursed apple and turned into a cat. Kinda like Snow White, but the apple wasn’t poisoned. Only cursed. Later on, she wrote out the ending of the story. She didn’t know if she was completely satisfied with it, but it was definitely cathartic.

I said calmly. His lips finally broke out in a grin. “Of course, Sira. I’m going to tell you a story, and you will forget all about your pain in no time.” I cocked my head to the side, in a bit to humour him. He took the bait like I knew he would, and launched into a story about two wolves. I was only half listening to it, but still the sound of Cancil’s voice slowly put me at ease. I smiled when he did, and even tried to laugh, though it sounded weird even to my ears. I figured that if I actually laughed, I would simply burst into tears. So, I stuck the fake smiles and tried my best to look invested in what he was saying.

Frowning, I ask, “If I speak later, would you cry some more?” “Probably.” “Then I don’t want to talk,” I shake my head, “I don’t want you crying.” “You’re so silly,” Violet tells me. I shake my head once more. I was not silly. Silly people make other people laugh. Silly people always make jokes. If there was anyone silly, it was Gray and not me. “If I promise not to cry when you’re talking, would you give me the honor of saying something at my wedding? I really want to hear you speak, Blue. And I’m sure the others would be more than happy to listen to your stories.”

Also suffered a paralysis on her left hand, leaving only the right one functioning. Nemo: her Intelligent black pet cat. Charlotte: her manager. ….. (System) I'm darling I'm honey Together were darling honey, the doppelganger system. Honey and Darling: two cute talking white bunnies, in the form of teddy, but possess normal humans hands and feets which look just as tiny as their appearance. They have the same appearance and could be mistaken as one if they don't appear together.

Sydney flashed me a grin, "I'm learning how to read." "Oh, is that so?" Silas teased, "You're going to have to read me bed time stories from now on instead of me reading them to you." Sydney pouted her bottom lip, shaking her head vigorously, "No..." She drawled, "you have to still read me stories with momma. Tonight we can read Red Riding Hood." "You know I'm not a fan of that story. They kill the wolf at the end," Silas frowned, "You never kill a wolf Sydney, not unless they've done something completely unforgivable, you hear me?"

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

Before I met him, my life was a complete mess, and everything was falling apart. But after meeting him, I started having expectations. Like on my way home from work, I'd pick up his favorite fruit cake. When I passed by a store, I'd wonder if he had run out of painting supplies. During that time, I actually began to feel happy. When I smeared whipped cream on the tip of his nose, and he looked at me, helpless, I laughed so hard. I laughed so much that I even surprised myself. - But such is life. Smooth sailing was always a fleeting fantasy for me.

“Don’t do that again. Please. I don’t like it when you fall down and everyone runs over. Hospitals are scary.” “I’ll try my best not to,” he said softly, rubbing her back with his free hand. “You were really brave tonight, you know that? Sienna told me you listened to all her Mr. Flopsy stories and even laughed.” Lily nodded but still wouldn’t let go. “She’s the best storyteller. Mr. Flopsy saved the day with carrot cake. He told the carrots they had to behave or no more baking. Can Sienna tell me more stories tomorrow?”

“I’m okay. I’m not really bored.” Sylvia pursed her lips. “Then can you not stare at me like that?” “No.” Sylvia protruded her lips. She then sat beside the kids and started to watch cartoons with them. The cartoon was about a pink pig with an inspiring story. The story was simple but it was quite interesting. Sylvia was hooked after a few glances. Right when the story reached the climax, the phone received a call and it started to buzz. Sylvia had a glance at the caller ID, Tara.