Weird Things To Say Novels & Stories

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?

"I could show you incredible things. Makes you feel things you've only seen in movies. Things you've only dreamt about." What was wrong with this man? Why was he saying stupid things? I knew that he was clearly talking about sexual things and we only just met. "You can go and screw yourself." I snapped in annoyance, causing a few people to stare. Nate chuckled.

He went to the Memorial and asked: – You don't need help?" "No, thank you." I'll manage. "What's your name?" "Call me Memorable." – They call me ' the Weirdo.' Although my friends and acquaintances are all eccentric. – Why are you called a weirdo?" Memorable grinned. – The fact is, I have a thought that haunts me. Perhaps it is not even a thought, but a strange feeling. – What is this strange feeling? – interested in Memorabilia.

What's wrong with asking what I just asked? I don't know, it's just so weird. I don't think I'd be telling someone I just met if there was any good news or bad news about my travels. " "You know, it's called conversing, miss. You should try it." "What if I'm not in the mood?"

I agreed and Jennifer began to attempt to tell me, stuttering through the sentences, that just once , she wanted to make love to a beautiful woman. "Do you think I'm weird ?", she asked. "No Jen, from what I hear, its very common these days."", I replied.

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."

The thought of green poop disgusts me on levels I didn't know existed. I'm starting to say meaningless things now, sorry. I'd have erased everything I just typed out, but you need to understand the kind of girl you're talking to. I'm what you'd term, a weirdo. I can act normal, but once I'm comfortable enough with you, then, lets just say, if you're not into anything "extra," I'd prolly freak you out.

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

The only thing I know is that I know this motherfucker is gonna be kidding me if he pulls up a stunt to kill me, again, I’m gonna kick his ball this is one and I won’t be regretting it. I was waiting for when he was gonna open his mouth again that he had sealed after he was said that much absurdity. Looks like I would be one to start the fucking conversation with this weird creature.

Although she was labled as crazy b*tch. "Gosh, there's lot of weirdos nowadays." "Remember when we were hiding under the table? We saw a man crawling on the floor. What is he? A mental patient?" 'Wait a minute. Are they talking about me?' I pointed myself in silence. "Their drinks are great but this place are full of weirdos." "Hey Hoshi. Don't act like you aren't one of them. I won't ever forget when you tried to vlog about eating spaghetti using your nose."