Silly Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

He had a mischievous smile in his eyes, a sign that he was about to share one of his silly stories, which always left everyone laughing. "Hey, everyone! Guess what?" Dan exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement. "What is it, Dan?" Mitchell asked, joining in the enthusiasm. "Well," Dan began, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, "I was playing in the backyard, and I saw a squirrel. But this wasn't just any squirrel! It was wearing sunglasses!" The room erupted in laughter as everyone imagined the comical sight of a squirrel sporting tiny sunglasses. Dan loved to share his imaginative tales, and his stories were a source of endless joy for the

Savannah looks at her best friends who nod. "Once upon a time, there was a fluffy little bunny rabbit who wanted to take over the world!" They then act out a story that isn't nearly as funny as the expressions on their faces as they mime and jump and fight each other in the story's scenes. Everyone is laughing and enjoying the story, and the children try and outdo each other in their rehearsed lines and actions. I think it is nearing the end when Cale declares he slays the megalomanic bunny, much to Emerald's despair.

“I like it here better. Jack makes grilled cheese with smiley faces.” Mommy laughed. “That he does.” Jack pretended to puff out his chest. “Gourmet smiley cheese sandwiches. Only the best for royalty.” Lila giggled. She liked when Jack was silly. That night, after her bath, Lila curled up in bed with her koala and her blanket. Mommy came in to read a story, like always. But before she opened the book, Lila whispered, “Mommy?” “Yes?” “Can I tell you a secret?”

I asked him, my head feeling heavier and heavier with every second. "It should be," he replied, placing his hand on the side of my face and gently caressed me. I hummed, "that was the stupidest story I've ever heard." "The silliest," he countered. "The most ludicrous." "The most foolish." "And I loved every word of it," I mumbled out, letting my heavy eyelids close, and fell asleep. ~~~