This Is Ridiculous Novels & Stories

Luka pov Excuse my french, but what the fuck is happening? Is this real life or a very damn lucid dream I don't want to see? Like, for real? This day just got so messed up that I have no idea where I should look or whom I should follow.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

The other man's face was already badly bruised and swollen, yet he continued to bellow some sort of manic tirade. "That chick you were just talking to on the phone? A couple of years ago, when I was in university, she was a regular in my bed! She's the campus bicycle, everyone's taken her for a ride, and foreigners are her type! Killing me won't change the truth! I've got a bunch of her photos right here on my phone! Hey, you wanna watch a video together?!" With a shaking hand, the heckler offered up his phone. Joseph's face flushed bright red, veins throbbing in his forehead.

Still, the vicious comment wavered in his mind like a kite with no string. His inside shuddered as he came inside. How could they even believe those nonsense and who spread those rumors? He doesn’t know who started this silly conspiracy but ignoring them didn’t seem to subside the matter yet that silly RJ picked this as the major topic of the interview. Ridiculous!

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead of loving someone like you weird guy : very great I may love a monkey better than loving someone like you me : yeah it's right only monkey can handle your weird behaviour you both will be made for eachother weird guy : you are such a arrogant the one unlucky fellow who will marry you will elope with hi

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the grainy video playing in her mind, her crying outside his building, her belly visible beneath her dress, that cruel voice narrating over it, and the caption: How much is too much for a few weeks qwomb? Eva paced the kitchen like a caged tiger, her messy bun tilting dangerously. “This isn’t gossip anymore. This is war,” she muttered, snatching up her own phone. “It’s everywhere. I*******m reels, campus group chats, and even a meme page. They’re turning you into a joke, Aria.” Aria’s chest constricted. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t even know someone was recording me. It feels like…” Her voice faltered. “Like I’m an exhibit. A product.”

"Ridiculous dancing, loud music, sweaty people, unnecessary shouting, worthless games, meaningless hookups. The list goes on. I don't appreciate random filth sticking their bodies to me, rubbing themselves, and dancing like idiots just for the sake of ‘feeling the music, living free, and getting wild’. Utterly ridiculous." "It's not ridiculous, it just depends on the intention. Take me for example. I dance not to impress, but to just let the music take over my body and have a good time with my friends. I don't need to rub my behind against a total stranger, or tolerate sweaty beasts running their hands over my—"

in every award ceremony and maybe in life too. "I lost them in the month of April " ryan managed to say with a fake smile.. "C'mon man..its 21st century..who believes in all these superstitions..it's just a matter of coincidence...and u too should stop Ur madness of this letter A " Xavier raised his voice on him... "In aeroplane crash " Ryan speaks with extra sweetness.. Now Xavier found its weired....he was scratching his forehead like a child.. " I still don't believe in all these "