Weirdly Funny Novels & Stories

But then again so was everyone else. “He’s the dude broiest bro ever in the history of dude bros dude.” I yelled back at her. Ahhh… yep. Totally drunk. Sara shook her head seriously. As if anything I just said made sense. “Dude you’re so right.” She said. Sloan chimed in then. “Dudes a weird word!” She shouted. We all agreed and started laughing. “Duuuaaddee” Abbey said. “Dude .. dude .. doodie dude.” Sara tried.

It could be anyone. “Is everything alright?” Marvin’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head immediately “I am just fine” I said. “You are scoring me Kennedie” I scoffed “sometimes I scare myself too so it is not a big deal” I said. I thought it was pretty funny but apparently Marvin did not get the joke…. Bro has been losing his sense of humor lately. How boring. “This is not funny” he said. “You’ve got to admit, it is a little bit funny”

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

"I am sorry; I didn't mean to call you uh-bitch. It just kind of, sort of came out and-" He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's okay. In fact even I can use it. Many people call me weird too." We are all a little weird in our own little weird way. That's what makes us different. I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself."

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

Her huge, bloody mouth opened and closed slowly as she forced the words out. I nodded. "It's really late. Don't worry. I'll help you find some skin to wear tomorrow." She nodded like an obedient kid. The livestream chat went dead silent. After a while, someone finally typed, [What the heck is going on?] [Nine people took the stairs, and four of them are already dead. And this girl rides the death elevator, babysits the freaking bloody lady, and survives?] [Am I the only one impressed that she kept a straight face while calling a blood-soaked, skinless creature "gorgeous"?]

Played? This is bad.

He let out a quiet laugh, weirdly warmed by the act. “You guys are so weird.”

She is so unpredictable. Great. I got a laugh. How fortunate.