Weird Random Things Romane & Geschichten

“Is it morning already? Did I do something horrible or embarrassing again last night? Ugh! I don’t want to open my eyes!” It’s the same line that I have been saying for the past week. I’m Vladimir something, No, my last name isn’t Something, I just don’t know it. I can’t seem to remember everything about me yet. Last week -

Just me and the weird phenomenon. What happened?

One that simply marked the end of one chapter of our lives and the start of another. And the following week, the four of us took off on the road trip of a lifetime meandering our way up the East Coast and into New York. The trip included every stop we could find from the capital to the largest ball of yarn and the tiniest rocking chair. If there was a place of interest, we pulled over. We weren't in a hurry to get anywhere and had a blast on the open road—even when Neil got lost in a corn maze and scared in the World's Largest House of Mirrors. I had no idea a grown man could have such an aversion to clowns. It had taken us well over an hour to retrieve him from the tangled web of reflection

I wanted something to happen so I wouldn't have such terrible feelings of worry, but I couldn't help but worry and think about why strange things kept happening to me these days. I wondered why and how the door had closed and opened just by me looking at it but no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with any pliable reason. I stared at the door again, wanting to be sure I wasn't imagining anything, and to my utmost dismay, it opened again when I stared at it. And it closed whenever I blinked. I gasped. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking hard about it, but nothing came out. Why is it opening?

Peanut's Revenge By Saturday morning— the entire household was against Peanut. God. Not officially. Fair. Not publicly. Reasonable honestly. But secretly? God. Absolutely. Fair. Because for three straight days— Reasonable. Things kept disappearing. God. Random things. Fair. Important things. Reasonable honestly. Then reappearing in ridiculous places. God. Adrian's watch? Fair. Inside the refrigerator. Reasonable. Nobody knew how. God. Elena's earrings?

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

As I was looking at her, she stopped playing and looked at me. She pointed at me and began to say, "Mama... Who?" Being baffled by her statement, I turned, "Wha-" Before I could say anything, the darkness consumed me as I lost my consciousness falling into the abyss... Lawrence POV:- Ever since I left home, I felt some uneasiness inside me. Like my heart is beating fast from dread and I can't focus on anything. A strange feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can't shake this feeling, it's indicating that something bad is going to happen.

What a strange guy! ***

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.