Sentences That Make No Sense Novels & Stories

"Are you planning to kill me by causing an accident while we're inside this car?" Her words jolted me back to reality. My eyes flew to the road, and I quickly straightened the steering wheel. "Uhmmm..." My lips twitched helplessly. "I was just... I was just trying to make everything... I mean, I wanted to... No. What I was trying to say is... I'm not really sure about..." Damn it! The more I tried to explain myself, the more meaningless my words became. Every sentence stumbled over the next because I couldn't figure out how to ask the question without sounding ridiculous.

"That doesn't make sense at all." "So, we are accessing what makes sense and what doesn't make sense at all?" "Goodness," I called his name quietly. "We are done with our last exam paper which means that there is not going to be late nights, dark coffee or even silly dreams about puzzles we can't solve." "You are indeed crazy, Perer. That doesn't make sense at all."

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August jaw dropped. "I can't cope with her trying to have s*x with me every time we're together, she would eventually kill me if I'm not careful" "If I get married to her, it's more like I'm getting married to death" August couldn't fathom the right words to say, he just continue staring at Marcus as he continued laying his complaint

Not dead. The words don’t settle the way they should. They don’t bring relief. They don’t make anything clearer. If anything, they make everything worse. Because if he’s not dead— Then what have I been mourning all this time? What was I trying to let go of? My head shakes before I even realize I’m doing it. “No,” I say, quieter this time. “That doesn’t make sense.” My voice sounds off to my own ears. Like it’s coming from somewhere slightly out of place.

“Exactly. She was trying to stab me with a knife just now. Besides, Cillian was in the room too. There’s no way something like that would just happen, right? “What if someone made the whole thing up? AI is so advanced these days. Faking videos to mess with public opinion happens all the time.” As he spoke, he watched Shiloh’s expression carefully. She had posted that “debunking” statement online earlier. It must have caused Cillian a lot of grievance. He had to be getting back at her by making a fake video to gain sympathy. It sounded possible. So, Shiloh sent the video to the school’s media teacher.

Sometimes I think I might actually be insane. In the sense that maybe everything around me isn’t really happening but something so powerful is making it seem as is. I find myself shaking my head to move my thoughts around and scramble them. Then my head feels clear for a while but after that while my thoughts are different yet the same, but more revealing more sensitive or like I said, I might just be insane.

Despite the impossible things i had been asked to do, it still made some sense to me. But right now, it doesn't make any sense. It hurts me to admit it but i feel like a passanger in my own body. When does it all start to make sense? Greg keeps his eyes on me all through as i speak and when i'm done he shifts in his seat slightly. I wait for answer because i need one and finally he sighs. "When did it all stop making sense?" I blink at the question but he's waiting for an answer. "Yesterday. I just started feeling weird."

Nothing they said made any sense, it was just a storm of curses and nonsense! I raised an eyebrow and glanced at my daughter, who was now frowning in pure confusion. Honestly, I had no idea why they were doing this. They didn’t need to announce their stupidity to the entire hospital; nothing they said made any sense. All they did was swear and brag. Couldn’t they just say what they actually needed to say? Why all the nonsense? What exactly were they trying to announce?

“Not really. Just feelings.” That got his attention. “Tell me about the feelings.” I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to talk, but because I wasn’t sure how to explain it without sounding ridiculous. “They don’t make sense,” I said slowly. “They don’t connect to anything I remember.” “Feelings don’t always need context,” he replied. “Just go on.” I exhaled and leaned back. “Sometimes, I feel calm for no reason. And other times, I feel… tense. Like my body reacts before my mind can.”