Strange Novels & Stories

This is awesome and I feel strange. I just keep on running not knowing where my paws would bring me. * * * * *

It was a stormy night, rain pouring down in torrents, as a stranger appeared at our studio's doorstep, seeking refuge from the elements. The stranger's name was Alexander, a mysterious and enigmatic figure whose presence seemed to hold a deep connection to the world of art and mystery. He carried with him a weathered old map, its parchment yellowed with age and dotted with cryptic symbols. It was a map that promised to lead us to a hidden treasure—an artifact of immense artistic and historical significance. Intrigued by the possibility of uncovering a long-lost masterpiece, we embarked on a daring quest, following the map's intr

A small, flickering light inside her that refused to go out. Her phone vibrated beside her. She reached for it, already knowing who it was. Stranger: Long day? She smiled, fingers gliding over the keyboard. Amara: Surprisingly… not terrible. Stranger: I should mark this day in history. Amara: Oh, shut up. Stranger: I’m serious. What happened? Did the universe finally decide to stop screwing you over? Amara: Maybe just for today. I made a friend. There was a pause before the next message came.

She places her hand in my temple, chanting strange absurd words, I watch her unable to decipy any of her Chants, I squint my eyes which are attacked by a sudden ray of sunlight , I open them slowly as they adjust to the brightness,I watch slowly as I see two young ladies in a room, the first blonde holding a towel and the other holding a baby,I watch as they continue their conversation not noticing or being aware of our arrival , the baby behind to cry all of a sudden looking in my direction, "What's she looking at?" "I don't know, I told you she's strange" "Have you tried calling her dad?" "He doesn't care, he's off about the

“Would you like some company tonight?” His body stiffened, his stomach twisting. The urge to turn this lovely creature away from him was overwhelming. It was wrong. It was wrong that he should feel this way about a stranger. Especially considering the fact that she smelled like… like everything. A mixture of wildflowers and warm summer sunshine, the fragrance of the outdoors mixed with the faintest hint of something floral and floral and lovely. Like a fairy tale. Like home. But there was nothing familiar about her, nothing that brought comfort or security. And it was only for the moment that it felt right. Just for this one night. This one moment where he all

Suddenly, the air in the garden seems to bend and shimmer, like heat waves rising from an asphalt surface on a hot day. These aren’t heat waves though. For one thing, the temperature is very pleasant—mid-sixties, I’d guess—and more importantly, the lines are horizontal, not vertical. A barely audible high-pitched whine accompanies the disturbance in the air. The whine and the strange bending of the air are the only signs anyone other than Radar gets that an Anomaly is unfolding. If you’re unfortunate enough to be caught in it, it’s too late. No one is quite sure what happens to people trapped in an Anomaly, but we do know they’re never seen again.

She asked, “How are you liking our hospital so far?” “Good, all of you are friendly. It reminded me of my old workplace.” Merely giggled and said, “Wait till you meet Doctor Strange.” “Doctor strange? Who is it?” I wondered as it was a weird name for an individual. She said, “He is Doctor Andrews's nephew but unlike him, he is very strict. All the girls are crazy about him but he doesn’t even spare them a second glance. That is why we call him Doctor Strange, you know because he is strange.”

Ace said, surprised again. This stranger was something else.

"These are my newly concocted poisons. The darker the color, the more lethal it is. Today's your lucky day, you get to try the whole spectrum." The stranger pondered whether that luck was supposed to be appealing. However, after trying just two colors, he couldn't bear it anymore and screamed, "I really can't say! If I do, the worms in my brain will explode, and I'll die immediately!" Larissa, recalling the fake Alma, blurted out, "Are you afflicted with brain worms as well?" The stranger nodded frantically. "Since you know, you must also know that if I mention certain words, the worms in my brain will explode, and I won't survi

Strange! “ Is anyone home?” Bob called out again as he ventured further inside the house, his voice sounding a little shaky and husky. He was beginning to have a strange feeling, and his intuition told him to run out of the door and never return. But Bob continued pressing on, he was too curious to leave... He suddenly froze when he heard he a soft grunt echo through the corridor. Bob was startled and grew alerted. His whole existence warned him that it was the best timing to really walk out the door now. He turned around with the aim to follow his gut feelings.