Weird Stories Novels & Stories

Can't this day become a little less adventurous. AUTHOR'S NOTE -. Hello guys, first of all, thank you to everyone reading this story. I would love to know your views on this book, 'the pack's weirdo: a mystery to unveil.' It would be great if you would take a few minutes from your schedule and post some comments or reviews. It would really be a huge morale booster for me to continue writing. Thank you

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

"Merely questioning your lack of taste. Besides, I don't want you wasting our time chasing some dimwit when we should be working." "I never chase. It's beneath me." Willow rolled her eyes again. "If we're done with the pointless information," she held the magazine up in her hand, "I found something absurd." Wes folded his arms and waited for her to continue. "There's an article that states the experience of a couple who stumbled upon an island. They said weird things started happening, like they started seeing skeletons everywhere, had hallucinations, and were hearing things. They saw their deepest innermost desires. The wife had a lover in her teens who died in the war.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

“ we have eighteen minute left, we goanna be fast. Anyway this is the last one” We took the envelope side the bag, we opened it “The building that has most stories” “ what do they mean by that “ “well every building always have a story, like the house we living in it was where my Granny had sex” Annabel blabbed “ eww seriously not that kind of story” Abigail squeeze her nose “Well what it mean a building with stories” “ yea, how do you expect us ……….the library, it the library” “ it filled with different stories” we said to together pointing fingers to our self.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

I felt so weak and wobbly that I thought I was going to fall on my way down the stairs. That’s it. Happy reading because that is a happy ending anyway, ahahaha! The End! +++++++++ Yes, both stories are from members of the Paramdam and Paranormal All-Stars FB groups. They are such fun people don't you think? And now I wonder, what kind of nightmares do you have? I hope they would be as exciting as these... On that note, goodnight for now, and I hope that you would return to the Supernatural Spa very soon. This is your Storyteller, the Diwata saying... Fare thee well!

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

And to top it all: crazy in bed. Who would let go of such a woman? Would you?