Weird Random Things To Say Novels & Stories

I'm just here for a quick fun. I began to type in some of my interests that I'd always type in. My usual interests which are New York, food, gummy worms, green tea, cherub, books, art, and the last part was something I've never typed before, I typed in Gage Stockholm. Yes I typed in Gage Stockholm and I don't know why. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like books Stranger: do u like books about sex? You have disconnected.

just a moment ago? The moment Naraja announced this word “Weird” in the air for some reason everybody started to feel different. He could sense it. Or more accurately to put it, It's like the atmosphere around Naraja and everybody else had gotten strainful and awkward for a quick moment. He could sense it, Naraja felt like he had said a godforsaken “Should Not Be Mentioned” kind of word...

“Can’t believe you even doubted me.” “Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes playfully, tossing my phone aside. “Your turn. Random fact about yourself.” I sighed. “I don’t really have anything to say. I’m the most uninteresting person you could ever meet.” “I doubt that.” he said. “I think you’re one of the most interesting people I know. Well, not more interesting than me, of course.” “Cocky much." I scoffed, making him laugh. I bit my lip, thinking of what to say. “Okay, I have something. It’s not exactly a fact, more like a random memory I think of sometimes. It’s kind of funny.”

"Yeah. I twist and grind them when I'm thinking or stressed or happy. They ache. Ugh. And I stink. I should have showered. Um... listen, there's something urgent that I need to tell you, and that is that I really love your voice." "Oh... oh. My voice?" "Mhmm. It's amazing. So, make me happy - say Beethoven was a bastard." "What?" "Go on. Say the words." "Beethoven was a bastard."

The guy with brown hair stared at me, his eye brows furrowed. "Why would you think..... I don't hit girls." He said. "You don't need to be scared of us" The other guy with brown hair and blue eyes said. I glanced at the guy with glasses to see him staring at me. "Xavier." He suddenly said. Is it weird for me to say that he has a charming voice? "Huh?" I asked, feeling confused. "I'm Xavier." He said.

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.

he said rudely F**king bastard! "I don't want to see you again" I barked angrily and walked out. "I'll like us to f**k our pain away some times!" He yelled. I didn't pay him any mind, I walked up to the nearest bus stop and waited impatiently on a bus to go home. *** I nervously walked up to the door before opening it I wiped my sweaty palm in my pants and take a deep breath then open the door. The place was quiet so that mean Katie must have head out for work early. I entered the kitchen first to get myself some coffee.

"I so fuckin' hate you right now!" "You need to broaden your speech capabilities." "Fuck you!" I just kept making slow steady circles with my hand. She let loose another huff of air. "I'm not normal!" "Neither am I." "You're weird," she said. "But I go crazy." "We're all crazy." My hand landed twice. "Not off the deep-end crazy like me." "I've seen your 'off the deep-end crazy' and it scared the shit out of me, but I'm still here."

“It’s troublesome to be long-winded. Lying is even worse. You have to remember your lies and the truth. I've got better things to keep in mind.” “I agree. Though I’m quite natural in lying about my private matters.” “So, not telling me about your last date then?” “I can tell you all my dates end the same way.” “Huh?” “If I go somewhere I like - an amusement park or gaming or a movie I choose - then I have fun. But that’s more like having fun doing the things I like rather than with the company. If not, I just make some excuse and run out.” “...” “Do you think I’m weird?”

Big kudos to you, Nate. I can't really remember what I sent you in the last email, but I remember this comment you made though. You said that, you'd be fine just talking about random nonsense like the weather. I'd rather you take a shotgun and end my life, seriously. If you really like talking to me, and would want to keep talking to me, then please, no small talk about the weather and things that don't really matter. Doing that is almost as effective as murdering me with an actual weapon. I'd die of boredom.