Weird Random Things Romane & Geschichten

Not even remotely. “What kind of joke is this?” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through a few more pages for good measure, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that had anything to do with me or that strange power surge or… whatever had happened. Just random stories, myths, legends… beasts that belonged in bedtime stories, not real life. My irritation finally snapped. I slammed the book shut, harder than necessary. The sound echoed through my room, and a puff of dust burst into the air.

I sighed, "Yeah sure. Wait! No. That's cheating, you can't steal my dialogue. Make one for yourself." He thought for a few minutes, unconsciously still kicking that pebble. "How about this? We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we unite with them and fall in a mutual weirdness and call it love."

All based on my wild imagination☺️☺️☺️☺️. Correct if something goes wrong🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

The crash and tinkle of breaking glass and the blood on his knuckles did not make him feel any better. Christmas Eve at the Black Cat Casino was rowdy and crazed, ablaze with colored Christmas lights. Annie felt as drab as a field mouse as she fingered her little sack of silver dollars and stared at what she was almost certain was her lucky slot machine. She had never felt so unlucky in her life.She had a gaping hole inside her and her luck was leaking out of it, swirling like a whirlpool in a bathtub drain. She could feel the miserable little swirling sensation deep in her gut. Of course, that feeling could be the result of not eating or sleeping. She'd just driven endlessly, stopping to do

I began to run down the street and away from everyone there. I am scared of myself and of everyone around me right now. What in tarnation just happened! Am I a monster? No, they are not real! How in the hell did I just perform telekinesis?! Adrenaline! That must be it! I have heard of weird things happening to some people when they are stressed! I have had some very chaotic moments lately, that has to be the answer!

"Relax, Dior, there must be a natural explanation for all the things that are happening—a witch could be playing a prank on you. Surely you're not crazy and seeing things." I sit in foster position and play sweet reveries of the days when random items didn't pop up out of anywhere. Things were better back then. Less confusing. God, I wish I had a burger right about now! Like clockwork, a McDonald's bag rises out of nowhere, and I glance at it before I fall into another one of those maniac laughter attacks. I have no clue what is happening! Have I turned into a magician? Right now, I'm feeling a lot like Doctor Strange from the universe of Marvel.

just a moment ago? The moment Naraja announced this word “Weird” in the air for some reason everybody started to feel different. He could sense it. Or more accurately to put it, It's like the atmosphere around Naraja and everybody else had gotten strainful and awkward for a quick moment. He could sense it, Naraja felt like he had said a godforsaken “Should Not Be Mentioned” kind of word...

She was particular about it just like every other thing that she was particular about but this was the one we just didn’t know why. She had made a joke once about how it was to destabilize her enemies or confuse a burglar, she always had something strange to say and it was different every time you asked. But yea she liked downstairs Vegas blackout dark, so anyone would understand why it would be kind of considered awry for the kitchen lights to be left on at this time.

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

Doctor replied and I nodded. “He gets these nightmares.” I whispered and he nodded understandingly. “Yes! Closed spaces or fire and some other things cause them and also headaches. They reduced eventually, but never disappeared.” He said and glanced at Nakul. “They stopped recently from two weeks completely.” Nakul said and I glanced at him surprised because I didn’t think about that. “Everything can’t be cured by a professional. Some things need their tending by something on their own or anything specific.” That’s the statement he got.