Ya Dun Goofed Novels & Stories

"Chill, Daddy! It's April's Fool!" Yeah, chill Daddy. It's April's Fool. Who hurt you? Why do you need to be so serious? Jeez. Genevieve is still laughing from the same spot since a minute ago, "Clearly we're fools to believe that! Good one, Al! Though I do want to chain you to a tree and let out a bag of ants all over you right now. Good one, Geema!" I grin at the compliment as the other adults are laughing as well as the bigger kids. Well, other adults except Calvin. Whatever, he's boring liddat.

She turned back to reprimand Frank and Ed for pulling tricks on her and realized they too had run. She couldn’t believe she fell for the same old trick. She shook her head helplessly as she walked out of Daisy’s with a dejected face. Once all the ruckus quietened, a lad in a peaked cap stood up turning off his phone camera and walked out whistling. Dana looked at the three grown men laughing like fools. Her expression was midway between fascination and ridicule. “Can’t believe this trick still works with Auntie Helena.” “When was the last time we did this?”

Pawing at Deb's tits, Dana locked gazes with me and said: "Don't you think that Debbie's got the sweetest pussy, Jeff?" "Yeah," I chuckled, "she really does." Dana smiled at me, and we shared a laugh. It was both beyond weird and insanely hot to have this kind of conversation with my girlfriend's twin. Also, it was probably the first time that Dana and I had agreed on something one hundred percent since the time we concurred that the Foo Fighters are the most overrated band ever.

I’m hopeless,’ she screamed internally. “Hey, Earth to Dawn?” He snapped his fingers in front of her. “Hmmm?” Dawn looked up to him. “I was talking about our noodles-and-nuggets moment,” he said, then fed her a nugget. She chewed and replied, “If I’m Noodle, you’re gonna be Nugget.” “N&N? Cute. But I swear, if we end up melting together like chocolate, I’m blaming you,” he remarked. “Pfft!” She rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

How can he see me when he's too scared to walk into the room? " Damn it ,the girls killed Sam!". He yelled. So he died? Good for me. I thought he would have survived after that stab ,I thought it was a shallow stab. I rejoiced in my heart at a job well done,they killed Aunt Laura. I killed one of them. It was fair. I haven't felt so free before. "He's a fool for dying in the hands of little city girls". He said as he spat on the floor. Disgusting.

My laugh was like ice. "Shall I refresh your memory? Right after we married, you cheated on me. Joann's child was born a full six months before Lily. And on the day of Lily's hundred-day party, when we could have used the cord blood, you insisted on dragging Lily to the hospital to draw blood for Joann's daughter. You bled Lily dry until she died."

Don't it look like I've got more important things to do, to focus on? Parker poured drinks for everyone. He held his high up, clanking it with some metal, suggesting a toast. "To more Wins!" "To more Wins," everybody cried out, concurring. He continued, "And to you Sophia, our Star gurlllll." I paused. Did Parker just say 'gurlllll', and also in a very ridiculous voice? Looks like, I wasn't the only one that noticed, as everyone immediately burst into laughter. "C'mon Sophia, you can do this, you have to do it. Think about Conrad and Simon, they need the money, you need the money," I said to myself.

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.