The Weirdest People In The World Novels & Stories

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

"This place is so similar to Earth. There are even cars here." "All the universes, both known and unknown, are all connected in ways you can never imagine. I know most humans don't think that we exist. They call us the supernaturals, don't they?" "How do you know that?" Alisha chuckled as she rested her palm on the rocky ground and started to play with nearby stones. "I hated school but the one time I attended a class, they were teaching us about humans and how weird they are." Zaramanni could not help but agree. Humans can be very weird. "What else were you taught?"

He'd be grateful and perhaps even do me a favor. The more I think about it, the more I want to track down that youngster and immediately steal the notebook from his grasp so that I may gain credit. Suddenly, I heard a weird sound from afar that sounded like it came from hell, like the wail of a mastiff guarding the entrance of death, yet it didn't seem to be. That roar is mixed in with the sound of a creature running exceedingly fast. Ordinary people may not see this monster, but elves and gods can totally sense the monster is walking. Is it a normal person with special abilities, who is racing towards me with quicker and faster footsteps, just like a human can see spirits. However, such peo

What the hell was that? I mean, I’m not dumb. I know that the whole thing was just a figment of my tired brain. Like . . . people that are monsters? People that eat other people? Sure, that might be a thing before or perhaps other people are still practicing it, but does that include Mikhail? I think not. It’s absurd and it’s dumb as hell. But why does it seem so real? Why can’t I let go of the feeling that it’s actually connected to all the things I’ve seen before?

I break it down like they didn't understand what I said the first time. “Ever heard the saying: Even your best friend might not be human? You should have, it is randomly said amongst people in public because rumor has it that we have more than ten wolves in the city. Humans who shapeshift.” Aunt Kitra words release an uncontrolled scoff from me. “You believe that?” I ask.

The usual noise of the city felt strenuous, the laughter of tourists and the clanking of beads, irritating. As I waited on my coffee and bagel, I couldn't help but overhear a couple at the next table discussing the recent string of unexplained disappearances and animal sightings. Their words sent a chill down my spine. I hadn't heard anything about any of it, and I found myself blurting, "Have you ever heard of werewolves?" The woman looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism. "You mean the mythological creatures?" she said, her voice tinged with a laugh.

Two large men clutched their bleeding arms, shouting curses in panic. ‘How did those videos even get online?’ My hands trembled as I clicked open the comment section. "What the hell is this? Did I just see a mermaid, or am I crazy?" "Nah, you're not crazy. That's definitely two psycho mermaids attacking people! Someone call the cops or whoever handles mythical sea creatures!" "What is this? A movie? Or did mermaids attack our city?"