Weird Things To Think About Novels & Stories

How was I so stupid not to notice these little things? Something weird is going on around here and I’m gonna find out exactly what it is.

She is all there is on my mind currently. What is happening to me? Why am I having such weird thoughts? I am sure she is doing some sort of sorcery over me!

It was really refreshing, and I just felt good about it. "Oh God..." I muttered to myself, and I found a place to sit down. I started thinking about the recent things that have been happening, and with the way things were going really well for us, I couldn't help but to think that something bad might happen really soon. The fact that I was thinking about that, was so absurd, but I couldn't just help it. I'm an overthinker, and overthinking everything was...my thing. I was in deep thoughts, when I heard a rattling sound coming from my back.

Him: "Yes, that includes people waking me up or someone knocking on the door." He: "I inexplicably bought a cup in the supermarket, which looks the same as the one at home, I don't even know why I bought it, and a few days later, the old cup was shattered; sometimes I would pick a particular artist's work to watch, which I actually don't really like to watch, it's just purely to pass the time, and I don't think too much about it, and a few days later, that artist would die or something would happen; when I was organizing my stuff When I am organizing my things, I may leave a certain thing which is not useful at all on hand, and then a few days later, I will use it for an unexpected event; I

Or maybe they're doing it to try and separate us. Oh, Jesus, my mind sometimes takes me on wild journeys. If I keep dwelling on this, I'll end up going crazy, and I can't let myself get carried away now that things are going well between us. I try to push these thoughts out of my head, but it seems almost impossible not to think about them. I have a serious problem; I suffer in advance. One of these days, I'll go mad with all these thoughts racing through my mind.

They must think I am crazy. Maybe I am crazy.

Attempting to dispel the lingering unease, I muttered to myself, "Zaylen is the only werewolf around, right?" The absurdity of the situation crept into my thoughts, and a nervous chuckle escaped my lips. I couldn't help but entertain the idea of everyone around me harboring a hidden side. The idea was so outlandish, so utterly impossible, that I found myself laughing aloud. "Imagine that," I mused, shaking my head at the sheer silliness of it all. Werewolves lurking in every corner, behind every desk... It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not reality.

I find myself thinking about Red even though I don’t want to. Fuck. What’s happening to me?

A very good reason. I try to think of it as something ordinary, because—what if it is? Not everything strange that happens in this world needs to be dissected. Sometimes things just happen, and there’s nothing you can do about it. No deeper meaning. No grand conspiracy. Just life, moving on.