This Is Ridiculous Novels & Stories

"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 "

Not even the blooming trees at the racetrack could rival her beauty that day. Callan studied my expressions closely. He did not miss a single detail as I recounted the scene. The psychological tests went on throughout the night. By morning, the report was in my parents' hands. Callan explained, "It's primarily psychological trauma, along with severe hallucinations and delusions. I recommend inpatient treatment." "Bullshit! I'm not sick!" I roared. A sedative was injected into my arm. Even so, I thrashed and yelled, "My wife's waiting for me at home! I have to go back!"

I began. "Mmm, ya it's a little weird " Adria says laughing. "Um can I have my head back? or do you intend to keep it?" Her dimples become more visible with every chuckle that slips her mouth. Her opal green eyes wondered down to my hands and then back up at me. I realizing what she's pointing out and I immediately let her go. "Sorry" I say embarrassed which causes Adria to laugh again. "Thats nothing to be embarrassed about" she pause "you almost crushing me last night, now that's different."

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This is just a sick joke. It has to be. It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

The fact that such things were still even a thing and that children were getting killed simply because of the day they were born was absolutely ridiculous to her and she could not just fathom it. "Honestly, I can only think of one word to describe everything you just said to me and that word has to be 'ridiculous!' I mean, who in their right minds still kills babies because of stupid, ridiculous myths and why would the council even think of trying to rope you into something like that knowing very well that you are still very inexperienced with any of this? Are they even sane at all?" Isabel hissed.

That idiom is not for people like me. "Do you have some sense that because of your strange words and useless insults, other children also find the courage to harass the teachers. And where did you get the courage to insult me? Kids like you, who don't study but are always eager to fight! From where did you learn all this? from your father? " Why is my father being brought into the middle of this nonsense? This woman is talking nonsense by picking any word from anywhere like a mental patient, does it not mean that she can use any shit about my father? Also, her stupid does not even have a right to speak about my dad.

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

"Not now." "Ava, you need to see this right now." Mia held out her phone. It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.* The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*