Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

I'm not a child to believe all these fable stories which the useless granny used to tell their kids as bedtime stories. I never believe these kinds of fantasies then how come I can believe this stupid story. But one thing I know they are hiding some truth from us. I want to figure out what is the truth and why are they hiding from us. Commonly, scientists would make mistakes and they hide it from the whole world when they fail to discover new things but never spread rumours like this, but here the things are vice-versa and it got my attention. Why are they spreading rumors like that? "Reil, think about my words for another second. You have your time... Please." My mom pleaded with hooded eye

Honestly… No. I didn’t, not completely. His story sounded impossible. It sounded like the sort of tale someone invented after drinking something that probably shouldn’t have been consumed by human beings. Blood Mothers. Forgotten wars. Prophecies. Magic. Hidden identities. It belonged inside stories. Not inside my life. And yet… I frowned. None of it felt random. That was the irritating part. Every impossible explanation somehow reached backward and touched something that had already happened. The Arena Master… The beast…

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

They could communicate telepathically via their mind-link, sense each other's emotions, and do so many more things she was completely excluded from. But then again, she had also been separated from her own species her entire life. She knew next to nothing about human cultures. "Seriously, what the hell is a 'credit score' or a 'mortgage'?" The serene setting of her garden calmed her down as she padded through the flowerbeds. The turquoise river flowed steadily in the distance, its soothing sound compelling her to move closer. She stood in front of the water, staring at her distorted reflection. "Maybe I just don't belong anywhere."

"Sitting in my chair, I stared into the distance at everything that mattered to me in a world where everything was supposedly possible. I'll tell you what-no one can jump above their heads. If you think you've exceeded your limit, then you didn't know what you were capable of. But perhaps I'd better tell you about a story where something incredible happened. I was an ordinary person until a certain point – the moment when my world turned upside down-Roman began his story, which was interviewed by a journalist for National Geographic magazine.

I responded still not noticing the person I'm talking too. "My fiancé won't stop bugging me to set a date for our wedding and I'm still not sure I want to marry her and I found out she can't have kids because she did two damn abortion already" he said sounding stressful. "Can you believe she hid that from me?" He added "Oh I am sorry, lets drink our pain away..... No no no lets get out of here and do something together to erase the awful pain" I said this time staring in his direction. I was completely drunk but he look very handsome with a charming smile. He was sipping on a beer which seems like his forth one because three empty bottle on the counter In front of him.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.