Story's Or Stories Romane & Geschichten

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Not a perfect story. A human one.

ʍʏ ɖaɖ ċʟaքs "աɦat a stօʀʏ, ʏօʊ ɢʊʏs ɖօռ't ɛʋɛռ tɦɨռҡ օʄ ɖʀaɢɢʝռɢ ʍʏ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ ɨռtօ ʏօʊʀ ռօռsɛռsɛ" "ɨts ռօt a stօʀʏ,ɨts tʀʊɛ, ʏօʊ aռɖ tɦɛ ʍօtɦɛʀ aʀɛ ɮօtɦ ʀօʏaʟ ɮʟօօɖ, ɨt օ� �ʟʏ ʍaҡɛs sɛռsɛ"

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

She took her cup of coffee and turned to him. "Sometimes he looks at you like a very caring friend and sometimes, he's like someone who's trying really hard to fight off his feelings and be your friend," He concluded. She smiled and sipped her coffee. "Excellent," she clapped. "I've been teaching you guys well. You could be excellent criminal profilers," she picked her coffee cup again. "The moral of the story is that nobody should have feelings for me," she walked away and they all looked at each other weirdly.

Please like my story. Thank you.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

Darwin’s theory of evolution is a borderline case where the fundamentalists still feel there might be some hope of retaining the myth, but the straw to which they cling is rapidly pulling away from the soil. I want to argue therefore that there are at least two fundamentally different kinds of stories about the world that we human beings tell one another: the variety that are based on evidence and open to disproof (notice I have said disproof and not proof), and the variety that are based on faith or non-rational belief of one kind or another and are not. There are also of course consciously created stories of the kind that you find on writers’ sites like this one, but these (generally speak