Weird Random Things Novels & Stories

I borrowed his things and never returned them the same. I told friends he was weird and soft and probably still a virgin at twenty-three. I left messes for him to clean because he was always home, always careful, always taking it. It felt good. Power felt good. He never pushed back, so I pushed harder. That was the order of things for six years. Then our parents left for Italy and the house became ours alone. Before they left my mother told me: “We will be back, please make sure you take care of yourself and your brother.” She knows how much I didn’t like him.

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

I was still struggling with one Physics question when Joshua suddenly came to my side to show me something "Michael, check out this thing I saw on Facebook", he said showing me his phone as I read it out "As of early 2015, some countries like Netherlands, Argentina, United Kingdom, Denmark, Brazil, just to mention a few legally allow same-sex marriage(gay marriage), and Texas legally allow Bestiality. Some countries also legalized marriage with animals and properties", I read out loud " That is ridiculous, why would they allow such lewd acts, they are absurd", I stated

while waiting for the waiter to bring my cafe latte i checked on my phone and i saw a text from Nicole Sorry can't come, mom sent me for some errands , but will come for lunch later. "Hmm..today seems boring" i muttered to my self i suddenly feel a presence near me i turned my head to see who's there to my surprise i found the master himself king jerk staring at me with a evil smile i thought to my self i think my day just turned from boring to bad . "what is your problem, why are you following me?" He said he sat down on the chair facing me with a smirk

A comment popped up in the feed of my suggestions one day. The blog I had started became a little popular when I wasn't looking. I have 103 followers now. It was surprising. It was my day off and I had nothing to do, studying made me light-headed and I was so sick and tired of being cooped up in the salon that I felt like bashing my head against a wall. That was when I suddenly remembered it. Anon: [I heard there are a lot of weird things in Japan? Is that true?]

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Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

Not again. Ever since she'd turned sixteen, weird, unexplainable things like this had been happening. It had started small, like a puddle of water shifting away from her when she walked near. Or the flame of a candle bending sideways. Grains of sand in the hourglass in her room shaping into a knot. From there, the phenomenon had escalated. An entire tub of bathwater floating, suspended, on the ceiling. Flames from the fireplace streaming a path through her living room, winding like a scarf around her furniture. Soil from her potted plants spelling words out on her kitchen floor.

Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up something, but it can’t hold the signal. “Not helpful,” I mutter, suppressing the urge to thump it a few times. I stand slowly, turning in a circle. Everything about this place is slightly off, and it’s spreading. Not just here. I’ve seen it in three other territories this year alone. Wildlife acting strange, dreams bleeding through into waking hours, hunters going quiet without warning. At first I thought it was coincidence. Maybe even wishful thinking, since I’m always searching for cryptids and spirits.

The room was spotless, as if no one had ever lived there. Only the desk in front of him held a single box. Hugo opened it. Inside were all the gifts he had ever given Katherine. On top of the box, there was a single sticky note. "Three's a crowd. I'm stepping out. I give my best regards to Mr. Laurent and Ms. Mendes—may you have a long and happy marriage, and many children."