Weird Random Things To Say Novels & Stories

" the way you're responding says it" " I was sleeping when you called. The sleep hasn't wear off I guess " " oops, I'm so sorry. I have forgotten the time over here is different with the one over there. Maybe I should just call you later " " No, no you don't need to worry . You can say whatever it is you want to say " " oh OK. Guess what" " what? " " just guess" " You of all people should know that I don't know how to guess"

she said with a smile on her face Strange are the ways of life you think, weird things happen only on screen you think, Life may take a turn just when you don't think. All Hearts !!

I hesitate for a while as if thinking of the right answer before I spoke. "You will be totally disappointed," I confidently retorted. " I lack manners and tend to make mistakes in whatever I do. Where ever I go people tend to complain about me. Some even say I'm bad luck and choose to stay away from me. Also, I'm currently suffering from a severe contagious disease."

“That’s…” “Quick. Fast. Immediate. Sudden.” Lisa seemed to have all the words for it and she was ready to keep listing them forever. Nella rolled her eyes. She walked over to the coffee maker. Karen was telling her what she wanted to hear, quieting Lisa’s words behind. “Don’t let Lisa get to you. It’s none of those things. It’s just life and life is random like that. It is a fucking harmless date for crying out loud. Isn’t it?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to sing right now.” He chuckled deepening his gaze which gave me butterflies, “Okay, so what else would you like to do at this hour?” “I think we should talk,” I said, excitedly. “About?” He looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. That one word from him made my cautious excitement dissipate in one efficient sweep. “There doesn’t always have to be an ‘about’ when we chat. People talk about random things, occasionally.” “Which people?” He raised one questioning eyebrow as though he couldn’t imagine a more ridiculous notion.

the weird cringey fortune telling woman said without looking up to see who it was “Um yeah, I wanted to ask you something about my love life”. Saying it out loud actually gives me lots of ick “Yes I know, I suspected you'll be back. You're the happy rainbow girl bestfriend, aren't you?” “Yes, Maya. Yes yes I'm Maya's best friend”

I said off the top of my head as i ran my fingers under the tap. “Well there’s this w******p broad—” “Not the w******p broadcasts” I added and we both shared a laugh on how ridiculous those can be. About the fruits that have been injected something poisonous or the supposed demonic cartoons for the kids. And even how the covid vaccines were an elaborate plan to reduce population.

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."

"Do you know any of them?" "Honestly, no," he let out a short laugh. "Well you should, they're great," I replied. "Alright, I’ll believe you," he said again. There was an awkward silence again as I ran out of things to say. I was uncomfortable with this silence and I was desperate to make the situation better. Okay, what do I say now? Uh... Make small talk! It's not that hard! Come on, say something, or he'll think that you're some kind of anti-social weirdo. Talk about the weather!

I repeated, nearly choking on the word. “Yes,” Jazper Ray said smoothly. “And here you are, Audrey, calling it our thing.” He smiled, eyes soft. “You always have a different way of seeing things. That’s one of the things I like about you. You’re not afraid to say what’s on your mind.” “I guess… I’m just weird,” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. “Weird is better than normal,” he said without hesitation. “Normal is boring.” “So that’s why you love being weird?” Oh no. I froze. Did I just say that?