Weird Interesting Stories Novels & Stories

Not with the thought that Rie might come back. “I hope you don’t find this weird.My friends are just crazy and hang out in the weirdest places.” Keisha smiles at me. I adjust myself and listen to their stories as time slowly ebbs away.I find myself laughing at their weird but really funny stories.

he said, offering a genuine look. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I got another six hours of sleep. I’ll survive,” I offered a small smile. “So, is there anything specific you want to talk about?” I asked as I leaned into my seat as well. “Not really,” he shrugged his shoulders. “How about we talk about embarrassing childhood stories,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Really? That’s what you want to talk about?” I laughed. “Yup,” he said with a huge smile on his face.

The little girl had already prepared the storybook that she wanted to listen to. He took a look at it. It was ‘The Little Mermaid’ by Hans Andersen. He did not know what kind of story it was. He leaned against the bedside to open the book and read it according to the storyline. After reading a few sentences, the little girl interrupted him and protested. “Papa, your storytelling is not interesting at all!” After a long and difficult night, Ryan was so frustrated that he felt that his head was about to explode, but he still pulled himself together and asked her, “Then what would you consider interesting?”

I wonder what kind of story could captivate an audience like this. I sat and listened intently as the old storyteller spun her tale. Her voice was mesmerizing, and I found myself lost in the world she was describing. I could imagine every detail she spoke of, from the characters' appearances to the landscapes they traversed. But then, something strange happened. The storyteller said a word that made my hearing go haywire. The sound was so painful that I couldn't make out that part of the story. My hearing returned to normal after a few seconds, but I was left feeling disoriented and confused.

Bored surfing through the internet,I reside reading an online story written by my greatest and favourite author, Elvis Asiwe. He's stories generally are dope,they appear outstanding and unique, having great plots, outlines, intriguing characters and unexpected twists. Reading his stories frequently soots anxiety and worries, bestowing long lasting peace of mind within me and like earlier mentioned,him likewise his stories are both dope and the best. I thought. Deeply engrossed reading through his current ongoing intriguing and suspense filled novel,Alex devious sneaking in was taken unnoticed by me, not until loud screening screams evolved her lips, taking me aback in shock.

So I was well aware that nothing would set him off like calling his stories funny or peculiar. Which is exactly why I did so. Quite regularly. His outraged responses were just too amusing to resist. And right on cue, he scowled at me. “They’re not funny or peculiar, brat. They’re fascinating and exciting. You just don’t appreciate the true magnetism of what I tell you.” “Of course, I do,” I argued. “That story about the metal horse that moves on two wheels will stick with me forever. What did you call the conveyance again?”

Please, I beg you, I will legit stop swearing for an entire day. And for a person that swears like a sailor, that is saying something. He starts coughing and kills another water bottle and starts sweating like crazy. " Yo, dude, what's happening?", I throw a rag at him and quickly finish the rest of my jaffle. "Nothing, that irrational thing just took me off guard", He chuckled brushing it off. I give him a stinky eye. "Excuse me, mister, but to your knowledge let me tell you that werewolves do exist, and vampires and lots of other creatures as well! Where do you think all the stories, novels, rumors, and movies have originated from?"

You can’t even tell which is more terrifying between the two. Maybe you can ask your parents or aunts and uncles if they have stories to tell of weird, unexplained experiences. Better yet, they would be familiar to you because it happened to you, too. Goodnight, dear reader, and I hope you last the night…

Three weeks into October, Dr. Whitmore from the National Institute of Neurological Disorders called with an opportunity that changed everything. "I'm on the review board for the Breakthrough Research Initiative," she explained, her voice crackling over Marcus's office phone. "We're allocating emergency funding for high-impact neuroscience projects, and your name came up in our discussions. Combined with word that you have a visiting researcher from Berkeley—Dr. Vasquez, is it? we're wondering if you'd be interested in submitting a proposal."

She felt terrible, but what they were doing was wrong. She had always followed her parents' wishes. When they told her to take a business course, she did so even though it was not what she wanted. She wanted to study contemporary music because she has loved music since she was a child. But they had not heard anything from her. She never complained, even when they separated her from her friends and sent her to study abroad. But this one is too much! She can't do what they want anymore. Marrying their business partner's son is too much for her.