You Forgot The Funny Novels & Stories

“While uncountable nouns are those things that we can't count like sugar, rice, salt-” “Milk too,” Sabrina said, and I nodded, impressed. “Exactly, my genius baby,” I said, raising my hand. “Now give mummy a high five.” Beaming, Sabrina obliged my request. Moments later as we all sat in the sitting room with Sabrina watching TV, grandma spoke, “Dear, I’m sorry I forgot to inform you before selling the law firm. Nowadays I forget things quite easily. Do you know I haven't even met the new owner?”

They've never seen the duo this happy together. “What is funny about my question?” Isa asked, irritably. Evelyn ignored her and kept on laughing. How could she possibly be asking Isa if she remembered those days. It just dawned on her that Isa had no memories to hold onto. “Nothing is funny. Sorry, my baddd…” She stuttered, suppressing her lips from more laughter. “I forgot that you never experienced a memorable childhood and two, I totally forgot you had memory issues.” She said with a sharp tone.

The trio continued their adventures, creating fond memories and cherishing the bond that had grown stronger through shared laughter and playful moments. Back at the Quinn mansion, they decided to host a cozy movie night. As they settled in with bowls of popcorn, Yvette suggested watching romantic comedies. The room filled with the sound of laughter and banter as they enjoyed the humorous escapades of on-screen characters. In those moments of shared joy, it became evident that their intertwined destinies were weaving a story filled with laughter, love, and the enduring strength of newfound friendships. The quirky fortune teller might not have predicted their exact journey, but the trio embrac

“Now wipe that look on your face—it wasn’t your fault.” “How is it not my fault—I literally can’t remember that simple thing!” I exclaimed and get inside the car before curling in on myself. If I can forget that already—who knows what I will forget soon enough. I might even forget my friends, my students and heck—Phillip and Trent!

For three full seconds neither of us spoke , u lian just stared at my phone and I on the other hand was just staring at Him and as if we're pressed play on a remote at the same time we both said the exact same thing at the exact same time "Oh no I laughed first,Julian looked personally offended by the situation. "How did we forget?" "You're asking me?" I pointed at him. "You're the one who remembers random facts from documentaries Well that's completely different." He said

Sophie I had barely driven out of Uncle Peter’s compound when my phone rang again. I glanced at the screen. Uncle Peter. I sighed and answered through the car speaker. “Uncle?” “You forgot something.” I stiffened. “What?” “You left your composure behind.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not funny.” “I’m serious.” “Did I actually forget something physical?” “No.” “Then I’ll pick up my invisible item later.” He chuckled. “You should not joke when driving.”

Fred 💔 I was almost close to the bar when my hand move to my pocket to check if I had my gun with me, you know, I always take it with me in case there's unplanned need of it. I feel my pocket and found out it's empty. I open my pocket and check, it's not there. Where did I leave it?..... Holy shit! Bloody hell! I must have left it in my drawer. Fuck!! How careless can I be.... I forgot I'm not the only one living in my penthouse.

The Witch of Neverwhere. I sighed loudly. I seemed to have forgotten about what she said. How could I forget such things that are important? I wanted to bang my head against the counter for forgetting things. Why am I such a forgetful person? “You forgot, didn’t you?”, Lyv smiled gently, tilting her head to the side slightly.

,I shrug. "Nothing?" "Nothing." "Where were you going to take him then?" "Spontaneous adventure." "What?" "Yeah." "Are you finally turning mad?" "Spontaneous adventures are the rage now." "Yeah. In movies ",Anshu rolls her eyes,"You'll be lost before you can say 'Where am I',given your terrible memory with routes." "Yeah. Whatever. It's not like it happened." "So you were upset over a date that didn't happen that you had planned but you didn't actually 'plan' anything?"

Although I felt relief as those painful memories slowly faded, a new fear began to take root—the fear of forgetting entirely. Forgetting the things I cared about. Forgetting the truth I had been waiting for. When I tried to recall what exactly I was waiting for, I realized I could barely remember anymore. Then, one day, a call broke through the fog. On the other end, a man's voice rang with excitement. "The men have been released. I’ve uncovered some new leads. Give me one more month, and I swear I’ll get to the truth. You’ll finally be proven innocent, and you can have a happy family again."