Weird Random Things To Say の小説・ストーリー

So never expect things to happen because the best things in life are the ones you didn't expect the most. Who knows, you might accidentally swap phones with a celebrity and you'll just get lucky? ~ FIN.

"I promise that I won't sleep around and that I will only use a gun when it is needed." I ruffle her hair and stand to my feet. "I almost thought that you would twist your words." "Expect the unexpected. That's my motto for today." "You change your motto everyday, Summer. I don't bother to keep track of them anymore." I smile. "My mother calls herself crazy but I call myself weird. Maybe I should be called 'Summer the weird mate' or 'The Weird Summer Of A Mate'." I nod, thinking about it as we continue to walk. "Or you won't get your own book."

I had to go crazy and hump a random guy before it stopped. Her: oh geez! I need to award myself with gold, aren't I amazing? (Teary laughing emoji) Me: (bored) get a life and get married. Her: when there are so many cocks to try? Never! (Extreme laughing) But don't worry, your package may or may not contain anything sexual and shocking. Just remember to take a pic of your expression and send it to me, I have to see. Me: if it's a stupid thing, don't ever come back to Washington or you're screwed!

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inex

I typed the message out, but soon I realized that it looked pretty bad. How could I ever ask a woman to treat me to a meal? Hence, I deleted the message and drafted it all over again. "You're welcome," I texted. "Are you free tomorrow?" Would this text seem too straightforward? Gah! No way! I had to delete it! Seriously, I didn't know what to say! In the end, I just responded, "It's getting late. You should rest soon. Good night." Maybe I should take things slow. How could I possibly invite Kyrie out for a meal? What if she thought of me as a flirtatious man?

Daisy stood in the middle of their tiny flat, her hands dramatically planted on her hips as she surveyed the chaos. “Honestly, Chelle, I don’t think I can stay here anymore,” she groaned. “The air conditioning’s packed up, there’s mould in the bathroom, and to top it all off—rats. Actual rats. And roaches. I could swear one of them literally winked at me this morning.”

“Okay, that’s... not just kid weirdness. That’s creepy. Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I shrugged helplessly. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey guys, I think an interdimensional stalker is haunting my toddlers’ nap time.’? Lia would explode. Colby would declare war. And I’d be voted Most Likely To Be Sedated Before Lunch.” “Rain, you’re being crazy again.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. I am not being crazy was what I wanted to argue, but the fact of the matter was… yeah. I was being crazy. Or at least circling the drain pretty enthusiastically.

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"I am sorry; I didn't mean to call you uh-bitch. It just kind of, sort of came out and-" He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's okay. In fact even I can use it. Many people call me weird too." We are all a little weird in our own little weird way. That's what makes us different. I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself."

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five "If you ever catch yourself wondering why you're doing this, just remind yourself that you're doing this for whatever hobby or interest or collection that you're doing and that there are better things to be doing with your time that you're not doing because you're working, because you need the money to be doing the things that you love, alright? You're doing this to write that novel, to make that painting, or pottery piece, or to buy those tulips for your garden. Not because you like standing around while some lady, with her screaming toddler, screams in your face and spits on ya', alright?"