Strange Short Story Novels & Stories

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

“I am not good at recalling things or recognizing people that I saw just once but I couldn’t be more right about that stranger. “I can recognize his voice even while asleep and his face that has given me sleepless nights for years.” “I was late for the interview and just when I was approaching the elevator, some freak ran into me and poured coffee on me. Thankfully, only my blazer got stained. And that was when his voice came through. He was probably related to the person who poured coffee on me because he was asking her what was going on.” “I thought I heard wrong; thought I was probably dreaming until I turned around and looked at him. It was him. The bastard said that we spent the night t

"Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures. Not talking to anyone I know and do not make the first move when it comes to a boy. This will be the end of me if ever she found out. I harshly bit my lower lip and internally scold myself in annoyance. What in the world was I thinking? My only hope is that this stranger wouldn't go telling anyone what just happened or I will literally get screwed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll be pretty em

Its leather cover was worn, and its pages yellowed with time. As I flipped through the journal, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The entries were penned in a familiar hand, recounting moments from my past that had long been buried in the recesses of my mind. And then, I stumbled upon a passage that sent shivers down my spine. It spoke of a stranger, a kindred spirit, who had shared fleeting moments of connection with me in the past. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of the revelation. Was this stranger from my past the same mysterious figure who now stalked me? And if so, what was their purpose? What did they hope to achieve by re-entering my life?

The color of the eyes was the same as the hair. She said helplessly but did not yet know how bad this magic could be for her. The stranger looked into her eyes and the rays they saw traveled from his eyes to Anahita's eyes and enchanted her mind. Then everything around was a strange sight. The stranger said something to her in the same foreign language and Anahita shook her head. Now she was subject to him and the car turned in the direction he wanted. Anahita's eyelids were fixed. Little did she know that she was not out of town today, but out of the plannet? On such a long journey with this beautiful but cruel companion that it may be impossible to return. She kept driving until she came t

They even met the way we met. What the hell!! The author had uploaded around ten chapters of the book. It looked as if it was written keeping us in mind. Wow!! It was interesting... But how?? Was it some kind of rare coincidence? I slept off thinking about her. ****** It was morning, my doorbell chimed. I dragged myself out of my bed and opened the door. The moment the door was opened, the aroma of freshly cooked stuffed Parantha hit my olfactory senses. " Umm wow!!! I was going to get annoyed at you for making me get up so early. But this aroma is making me crazy. Parantha?? " I asked.

What was his obsession with walking away? Strange man.

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

The wolf’s body hovered inches from the stranger’s outstretched hand. Completely immobilized. Jarek’s heart slammed violently in his chest. “That’s not possible,” he whispered. The stranger examined the suspended wolf with mild interest. “Strong,” he admitted. Then he flicked his fingers. The wolf flew backward. Not thrown. Launched. His body smashed through three trees before disappearing into the forest with a thunderous crash. Silence returned. Jarek and the remaining warrior stared in horror. The stranger brushed imaginary dust from his sleeve. “I would prefer not to waste time fighting,” he said calmly.

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.