Weird Random Things Novels & Stories

She was particular about it just like every other thing that she was particular about but this was the one we just didn’t know why. She had made a joke once about how it was to destabilize her enemies or confuse a burglar, she always had something strange to say and it was different every time you asked. But yea she liked downstairs Vegas blackout dark, so anyone would understand why it would be kind of considered awry for the kitchen lights to be left on at this time.

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

Doctor replied and I nodded. “He gets these nightmares.” I whispered and he nodded understandingly. “Yes! Closed spaces or fire and some other things cause them and also headaches. They reduced eventually, but never disappeared.” He said and glanced at Nakul. “They stopped recently from two weeks completely.” Nakul said and I glanced at him surprised because I didn’t think about that. “Everything can’t be cured by a professional. Some things need their tending by something on their own or anything specific.” That’s the statement he got.

There was a slight feeling of relief in Abby's heart, but that did not last long because suddenly, a strange feeling arose in the young lady's heart, even though she herself did not know why this problem could occur. What happened to me? Why suddenly do I feel something is missing? I still do not know what is weird, so how can I fix it? Geez. Why do random thoughts like this appear by themselves, anyway? Ah, I better forget it. I am deadly tired and sleepy. I must rest now, thought Abby.

I just hope that the wolf is still there when I return. I run to the nearest convenience store, thankfully one of those that I like is working today. “Mr. Ward, please may I have a first aid kit?” I ask nervously. “Why?” Mr. Ward asks me, looking me up and down with worry in his eyes. He notices the scratches on my arms and legs and the torn dress I am wearing. “Someone is hurt sir and I want to help them.” I reply. “Who?” “A wolf sir.” “A wolf?”

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

I am certain that we share not just the same look, but the same feeling of confusion. “You’ve seen it?” Reidar asks. “We’ve…” Shaking my head, I let out a long breath. “There is no way for me to explain this without sounding crazy. We’ve been having shared visions of a woman with a mark that is…” I look back at Magnus and he nods in understanding. This time, I don’t even have to say anything in our weird link. He pulls his shirt off and I do the same, turning so that they can see our marks.

So strange. Usually, when I’m stressed, my brain produces absurd dreams. Javier selling Theo to a museum. Poppy running for president of Monaco on an anti-broccoli platform. Sebastian standing at an altar holding a hospital invoice. Normal things, really, for a woman whose life had lost the plot a long time ago. But this time, it was just warm.

Initially, we dismissed them as mere coincidences or tricks of the mind, but as the incidents intensified, we couldn't ignore the unsettling truth. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and gold, we received an anonymous package. Inside, we found a worn-out journal, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and fragmented writings. The words seemed to hold secrets of their own, whispering of a hidden world and a dark force lurking in the shadows.

Suddenly, the air in the garden seems to bend and shimmer, like heat waves rising from an asphalt surface on a hot day. These aren’t heat waves though. For one thing, the temperature is very pleasant—mid-sixties, I’d guess—and more importantly, the lines are horizontal, not vertical. A barely audible high-pitched whine accompanies the disturbance in the air. The whine and the strange bending of the air are the only signs anyone other than Radar gets that an Anomaly is unfolding. If you’re unfortunate enough to be caught in it, it’s too late. No one is quite sure what happens to people trapped in an Anomaly, but we do know they’re never seen again.