Weird Random Things Novels & Stories

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

As I was looking at her, she stopped playing and looked at me. She pointed at me and began to say, "Mama... Who?" Being baffled by her statement, I turned, "Wha-" Before I could say anything, the darkness consumed me as I lost my consciousness falling into the abyss... Lawrence POV:- Ever since I left home, I felt some uneasiness inside me. Like my heart is beating fast from dread and I can't focus on anything. A strange feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can't shake this feeling, it's indicating that something bad is going to happen.

It hasn’t been normal for a while. Last week, during finals, I stared at a test I hadn’t studied for long enough, and the answers appeared on the page. This morning, I looked at the security camera outside my window and it turned itself toward the sky. And yesterday—yesterday I screamed in frustration so loudly that every glass in the kitchen shattered. They called it an accident. A fluke. But I know better. I’m not crazy. I’m not. I just… don’t understand what I am.

“ No. Shouldn't you be pleased? For an extreme recessive, this is rather remarkable.” Remarkable. William almost laughed. This is just going to be troublesome. To make it worse, it's irregular, unpredictable, and completely out of his hands. Nothing in his life never goes right.

It wasn’t a bad feeling…it simply was. He was near. I couldn’t pinpoint where, but he was close. Why do these things happen to me? Obviously, this was my first run-in with a…vampire - Wow – does that ever get easier to say…er, think? Whatever… - but I tended to find myself in troubling situations all the time. Ok, yeah – some of them were probably my own fault; I could be a little impulsive sometimes. But I could honestly say that most of the time things just seemed to happen - like I was some kind of magnet for trouble and weirdness.

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

“Do you have a list of the weirdness from last night?” “I’ve just started going through the reports that were left on my desk. I know that Max had his gnome again, Annie had a ghost-like thing, and Yuri had a big dog thing that walked on all fours. Let me check the others real quick, and I will get your list done for you.” “That sounds good to me. I am going to check the boxes for a couple of things while you do that,” Wren said as he stood up. “Have fun,” Lindsay said as she returned to the files on her desk. -

However this evening was different Will was getting himself ready to prepare his evening meal at the same time as Sister Lina usually did, however he heard a loud knocking on the church entrance. He ran towards the side of his house that coincided with the entrance to the church, and listened carefully. He heard a pair of feet shuffling, and also smelled strong alcohol. Will got a worried look on his face, but decided to leave it be. He heard Sister Lina opening the door and greeting the stranger, it was apparently a man. He was slurring his speech, but seemed cheerful. Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the no

Life, I guess. Now, more than all of this, the one thing that really struck me about the guy was when he tipped me the random number that I just spouted. That was when I realized that he was batshit crazy and I probably shouldn’t associate with him any longer. I mean, any normal person would freak out if someone does something like this, right?

“Would it be too surreal for you if I offered you a cup of tea? Or coffee. Or I have hot chocolate, if you prefer.” “Too much for me? You’re not weirded out?” Aiden asks, and there’s still an uneasy tension to him, one that makes me want to smooth the creases out from between his eyes and tuck something warm into his hands. “Aiden, you met Bellmouth, and he’s not the end of everything strange in my life. My weirdness meter maxed out then broke years ago. Are you weirded out?"