What If Randall Munroe Novels & Stories

“Hmmm?” Randall noticed his arms were suddenly failing him as the massive fist strongly pushed arms. Where is the sudden urge of strength coming from this thing?! Back then if I was a second late from blocking this monster punch the story now might have be different. It is strong. Randall acknowledged in his thoughts. “If you aren't from this world then what are you doing in our world? Look around you. I have some business I need to take care of. So please go back to where you came from.” Randall hands were still shaking but not his words as his arms were being pushed back slowly.

“HEY, DUDE! You look inspired. I’ve noticed you staring at your phone for quite some time. Who are you looking at, huh?” Ernan asked Randall as he entered their meeting room at the Swimming Club. They have a meeting, so all of the members are present, and they are currently waiting for the officers. “Nothing. I just read something funny in E-Face,” Randall responded. The truth is, he can already picture Meredith’s reaction to the surprise he’s planning for her upcoming birthday. He will make sure that it will be memorable for her.

Zen nodded in agreement, eyes affixed on the ground. “Randall…” Zen called, stopping in his tracks for a second. “Hmm?” “Imagine if that day never happened… how different things would have been then, right?” Zen asked with a sorrowful smile, the imagination of a peaceful but unreal future hurt him. “Yeah, you are right… We might live entirely different lives.” Randall hummed, agreeing with a hollow smile. “I sometimes imagine what it would be like.” Zen chuckled dryly, shaking his head, hitting it even.

Ava's expression remained grim, not saying a word. Even though Randall said so, she still felt uneasy. Those photos and videos in Randall's hands were like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. For example, if she successfully married Niel in the future and became a billionaire, what if Randall threatened her for money using those videos and photos? What would she do? If she did not comply, Randall would expose the videos and photos, and she would be finished. However, there would be a second and third time if she gave him what he wanted.

“Go, go, go! You don’t want to be reprimanded…” "Yes, but I have one more thing to say, I hope Austin won’t mind.” Lexi’s brows hiked up. “We don’t know what happened to Randall. He just didn’t show up, and we went to his apartment, and no one was answering. I know you’re not the right person to…” “Randall moved out of here,” I answered and smiled at her. “He did?” “Yes. He met one of my friends, and they hit it off, so… you know.” Lexi said.

They were the only ones who could understand what the other was going through. Sophia strode upstairs and decided to check on the kids when she didn't see them, she realized that they were downstairs. Meanwhile, Noah broke the silence with Randall, "Are you going to visit him anytime soon?" Random cleared his throat, “I don't know. I really don't know what you think anymore. My father? A murderer?” he stay quiet for a moment. Randall sniffled, “Noah, in less than 24 hours my whole life has changed. The father I grew up knowing was nothing but a fraud, a murderer, a traitor! I could go on! How am I going to face people? How am I expected to go out in public? I have a hospital to run a hospita

The chairwoman asked, and I turned to look at Carl, who was also waiting to hear me say something. “It says… it says… Randall,” I stuttered in confusion into the microphone, and there was a loud gasp in the congregation. “Randall?! Her stepbrother?? Isn’t Randall dead? Does the Globe reveal dead people too?” Questions flew all over the hall, and I remained dumbstruck. ‘Why would the Moon Goddess toy with my feelings like this?’ I thought, breaking into tears instantly. I lowered my head as I tried to hide my face from the paparazzi.

I stammered, “I think, uh, the numbers...” Mr. Saunders raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Miss Monroe, but it seems you haven’t had a chance to familiarise yourself with the proposal. Is there… someone else we should speak with?” His tone was polite, but I could hear the thinly-veiled irritation behind it. “No, no,” I said, flustered, a wave of panic flooding through me. “I... I have the information. It’s just that... I—” My voice faltered as the door creaked open and Randall stepped inside. He moved with the air of someone entirely comfortable, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Staying silent when something went wrong was the secret to their longevity. Kayson asked nonchalantly when he saw Carlson’s blanching face, “How many people is Taylor sending?” Carlson met Kayson’s gaze in horror—the thought of kneeling before the latter crossing his mind. The Vice-Chief of Admiralporium, Randall, was killed by this man in front of him! Taylor seemed to be scared witless while Kayson stood here unscathed! Someone crashed in heaving before he stumbled back and was only stopped by the wall. “Carlson, when is help arriving?!”