Nonsensical Stories

slayer99 was a velociraptor who played doom eternal 27 hours a day and had a pet mountain dew can named dewwy. one day, slayer99 found that dewwy was missing, so he went on a really absurd and nonsensical adventure to find dewwy (note: this version of the story isnt an exact copy as the original, since it had to be edited to be less "inappropriate.")

This is a story about uh... something, I'm not sure exactly

A Neurodivergent girl by the name of Misha Angeli gets stuck in an altercation between universes based on her various hyperfixations, with her nonsensical abilities and ensamble of wacky friends, she'll have to stop an ancient evil from resurging and destroy the internet as we know it.

does it describe a brainfreeze, or are we talking about the melting rate of a sundae in the hot sun? layyourwearyheadtorestiwontjudgeyouhere

I'm not very good at making summaries, but here's an attempt: The City is a place somewhere in the future, far enough along where a calendar would be meaningless. Sometimes it breathes, sometimes it shifts, and sometimes it doesn't exist at all. This is a set of stories revolving around one of the cities residents, a young man named Milo, his friends, and the lives of those who live their days, and nights, and long summer afternoons, in the City. Feel free to comment if you want!

Theyre long and weird like your dad

:p

a slow descent into madness.

It was Normal. He was not Normal however, or at least the other children did not think so. Not that they were thinking of him. Because they weren’t. Not at all. I don't know why you would think they were. I mean really do you trust them so little? He was just a presence on the outside of their minds. A flicker in the corner of their eyes. But when they were not thinking about him, they thought he was decidedly not Normal.

A story of Madeline, other dimensions, a talking cat, and madness.

100 words on one word. Mostly thoughts, sometimes poems. Drop a line or share a word.

My name is Finnley, pronounced Jelly...actually just call me Jelly. It's mostly because of Peanut. I like Peanut. Peanut plus Jelly equals wonders between the sheets...I mean bread. I'm just kidding. I've been hanging out too much with Duby. She loves to make...remarks. Then there's Boss. You don't want to know her last name. Then again it isn't as bad as Onedirect'Quiesha's last name...its Neilson. Lastly there's Bobby'Loresia McSharkla Jack...but we just call her Bobby Jack. Together we make the Engineering and Tech Class Heroes...of course we don't really save anything. Well we do sometimes but that's when we aren't lazy. Well we usually are a bit lazy. It's mostly me though. I feel like my procrastination rubs off on others. Procrastination powers go! Well I think this is the part when I shut up. Well goodbye then. (This story was created by my table in Engineering and Tech class. Any resemblances or similarities to people or things in real life are not meant to be stolen by me or used wrongly in anyway. Practically, this is what happens when there's a substitute. Enjoy the story or hate it. P.S. This story was really only posted so one person could read it...she knows who she is...Duby aka Anondorf P.P.S. Please ignore all grammatical or spelling errors, they were meant to be there purposely. P.P.P.S. I'm posting this story a year after we wrote this chapter in class.)

A story I made for a project in school telling the day that an Emperor, Julius Ceasar died. Very dam serious story.

Give in to the caverns of your mind, the nooks and crannies unexplored, a world yet to be discovered. Such is the complexity of the world at hand, yet the world so unknown. How much can we take from the reservoir of infinite knowledge and learning, of memories yet untapped born from those before us, perhaps? Indeed, the mind is a strange and beautiful thing. In case you haven't already guessed, I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Which is pretty much the gist of this story. Good luck trying to understand anything at all. ......'Cause I'll be honest, I'm a little confused myself.

A book of nonsensical poetry which plays with homonyms, homophones, homographs and heteronyms as well as basic rhyme schemes.