Stories Everyone Knows Novels & Stories

“Thank you for your support. I’m surprised to see you here so early. In that case, I’ll start with some news about humans.” The storyteller was not only eloquent but also had many sources of information, so he could find out many things in advance. Just like a gossip station, the people here could hear a lot of news from him. “Everyone is saying that humans are causing trouble. Tell us what they're planning!” someone in the audience roared. Everyone tried to look for the speaker but saw no one. They wondered who would be interested in this topic. The storyteller smiled and nodded calmly.

But then I looked back at Bridge. “What stories?” I asked. “The ones about you and the guys.” She said. “The princess and her three prince.” Kel who had heard her, now got involved in the conversation. “Wait. You’ve heard this too?” I asked him. “Of course. We all did growing up. It’s an old wives tale. Just a bedtime story for kids…. But it also happens to be true .. at least parts of it.” He told me. “Well what is it?” I asked.

"Fine by me, so what is your name?" "I am Nora. Ehm sorry to ask, why are you the only one alive? Were you the one who had killed them?" "No, my sister did that to them." Daisy said sadly. "Your sister killed all these fairies? Why?" Nora asked. "A long time ago, in the once great kingdom of Uprigralon lived two sister who ruled the kingdom, they were the only fairies dancers in the entire kingdom. They welcomed all types of fairies, Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns, Elves, Kobolds and every kinds all lived in this wonderful kingdom.

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.

I said. They say it's good to tell stories to people you don't know personally. It is said that after your conversation, it is rare that he remembers you. Even your story will not be remembered by that stranger. Unlike when you tell a story to someone you know because it is possible that they will judge you.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

It was Saturday and all three of us were free in the morning…if you could call 10:30 AM a morning. Stacy and Anna were the only two girls I became close with since I moved to this giant city. I met them in college on the first day. I lied to them about how I had money without working, but how could I possibly tell them I am dating people for money? Furthermore, I let them believe I inherited a lot more than just an old country house from my grandparents. One day, I would confess everything to them, but we knew each other for only half a year, and I did not want them poking at my personal business.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

The only thing I know for sure? This story is nowhere near over.

“I'm fine. So, I did not tell grandma about this. I wanted to tell you first.” “What is it love?” “So, I met this friend of yours in school three days ago. He was so sweet and kind. He said he just came into town and he's not met you yet.” My blood ran cold then. Who could it be? I don't have any male friends. “Did he say his name?” I asked tentatively. “He didn't. Asked him a couple times. And do you know the surprising thing mummy? We have the same eyes.” She said giddily, jumping gently. “He's such a good person. He comes to the school during breaks and we have lots and loads of fun.”