Will You Tell Me A Story Novels & Stories

“You’re cold, distant. Is something wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" I laugh, but it’s hollow and humorless. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, and I swipe at them before they can fall. “I don't know if you did something wrong, but I have a story to tell you. A boring story.” He blinks, confused. “A story?”

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

I told her. "Then what is it? You can tell me anything. I know we have just recently met but you can confide in me. We can talk outside if you don't feel comfortable here." "Let's go to the library," I said. "Start spilling," Amarachi said immediately we got to the library. "Before I start, please promise that you wouldn't judge me." "I promise that I would not judge you. You don't have to be scared about shit. I promise. Amarachi said while holding my hands.

"How will our story be told if we have no captivating story to tell." "Who will tell our story and are you saying every single person has a past to tell?" I also dropped my spoon to listen to what has been bothering me for the past few days. "Yes my dear, everybody has one or two things to tell just as you do at a young age now. I and your mother avoided that a lot but it seems it is inevitable," dad bowed down his head and raised it up later. "You will tell your story yourself to your family and who ever needs to hear that."

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

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I’ll only ask him about the details later. I went ahead to teach them a few of the games I enjoyed playing as kids, and after that, I found myself telling them stories. It was some cooked-up tales as my mind was all over the place; hence, I couldn’t tell them one of the legend stories, but the kids didn’t seem to mind as they were engrossed in the story regardless. “Wow, so does that mean that if we disobey you and Dad, we will end up like Giselle?” Lisa asked after I rounded up the story.

I sat next to him and saw the children sitting on the floor. I waved at them and smiled and they did the same. A few minutes later, they begged James to tell the story again. It's good that I'm not the one being asked, gosh, I'm going to run out of saliva again. "Oh, I'm going to tell a story so listen carefully okay. The title of this story is Bamboo and the turtle."

I only chuckled while I was grinding the three ingredients before I used a linen cloth to squeeze it into the salmon. "Eat up, little man." I urged him. "Mama..." He looked at me, looking worried. I sighed and smiled again. Should I tell him a fairy tale? "Do you want to hear a story?" He tilted his head. "Story?" I nodded. "What story, Mama?" I clasped my hands together when I put my elbows on the table. "It is about the Luna who found her prince charming and ran away," I started.

I smile "Yeah, so to while away time. I have a story to tell you. A real life story." "Sweet..." I laugh, eager to hear the story she wants to tell. "Whose story is it? Yours?" I jokingly ask "Yes. It's my story." My eyebrows arch with surprise. I wasn't expecting her to share her life story with me. I thought it would be about someone she knew. "Really?" "Yes, really. Didn't I tell you I'm quite an interesting person to get to know?... The story is about myself and the only man that I've ever loved in all the years that I've spent on earth."