Weird Random Things Novels & Stories

" 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. "

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.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

Sexual and physical violence ahead who are not comfortable can leave the chapter. No bashing or negative comments are allowed. Bashers will be blocked and won't be able to read further. *********** Squeezing and clutching nandini's wrist he moved out of the building, leaving everybody flabbergasted with his behavior. Mr. Raichand look at the tiffin box and silently keep it inside manik's cabin.

What was up with all the confusion? He really was weird.

She just kept scrolling on her phone like this was the most normal thing in the world. Weird. Very weird.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

Take care and God bless on your studies. Grace She looked at all the stuffs under her bed, she saw some old envelopes, and she read all of the letters. She knew it was her handwriting but she didn't remember to whom is she writing to. She started to panic, she read all of the letters she wrote about four years ago but she can't remember anything about those letters. She felt a liquid on her face that made her realized she's crying. She inspects all over her room and force herself to remember what she is doing four years ago. She kept on thinking to whom is she was writing to. She never mentioned any name on the letters she read and the only name that she wrote wasn't that clear. She was tryi