15 Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

The occupants at the table roared to life again with laughter like everyone was on some cue to burst into short laughs at the same time. “Please let him be. I mean look at the size of him, he’s a man mountain!” said Jordan with a mouthful of cheesecake himself. “I wish I was half his size, I’d move the fridge to my room.” Again, everybody broke off into short, momentary bursts of laughter, while Mark, now clearing out the last crumbs of cheesecake on his plate, nodded with a slight grin in the affirmative of Jordan’s remark about him. He took one quick glance at everybody at the table from his wife, to Jordan and Sandy, the couple who had been good neighbors to him and his wife since they mo

“Food’s here. Everything is ready and set. Please come and eat.” I stood up from the bed and walked towards the kitchen, I appeared a moment later, and I was still wearing only the big white shirt, and my hair was slightly messy from our earlier activities. I just gave him a soft, tired smile and walked over to the kitchen island. We both sat across from each other at the island. For the first time in what felt like forever, we started to talk like how normal people do, we were laughing about silly resort stories, the terrible music playing in the lobby, and how expensive the drinks were. And I even teased him about his terrible dancing from the club night.

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Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

Kamala asked and he nodded. “A couple of my crazy guys back in college spoke about it. So it was the fastest way to get the money that I could think of. I signed for one month and by two weeks, I was able to clear the debt and get my home back. I know my story sounds unbelievable in this century but it's my truth” Kamala pulled him in for a hug. They lay back down and she narrated her own story to him, her face wet with tears when she was done.

I was out of the building in under four minutes. The underground club was exactly what I needed. It was dark, loud, full of people who didn’t know my last name or my new babysitter. I danced, drank something sweet and strong, and flirted with a guy who had tattoos crawling up his neck. For once, no massive shadow was watching my every move. I was finally having fun and Jax wasn’t here to stop me. That was until the room started tilting. One minute I was laughing, the guy’s hand on my waist. The next, my limbs felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy and slow.

No way. . Jasmine ➡ what's so funny? . Sadiq ➡ You!... That's a funny joke by the way! . Jasmine ➡ I'm not joking... I'm the real princess of Nishkapur... Listen to my story. . Jasmine told me everything front the beginning to the end... Her story sounded convincing but... Women can do anything.. And I mean just about anything, to get themselves out of trouble. But there was one thing she said that caught my attention.

I reply putting on a fake sad expression. "Well, if you think of any other funny stories, you'll have to share them with me," Iskander says smiling. "You're a really good storyteller." "Thanks," I say, feeling a warm glow of happiness. "It's nice to laugh and have fun. I haven't had that in a while." "That's why I'm here," Iskander says, giving me a big smile. "To make sure you have a good time." I smile back at him, feeling grateful for his friendship. "Thanks, Iskander. That means a lot to me."