Books Like Funny Story Novels & Stories

"I like stories." That answer caught me off guard, and for some reason, I expected something smarter and complicated. Like math, science or History. Instead she looked down at the book in her hand. "I think stories are the only place people tell the truth." For a moment neither of us spoke then I pointed at her. "See? That's exactly the kind of thing smart people say." She groaned. "Never mind. This conversation was a mistake." I laughed again and for the first time, Quinn laughed too.

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”

Deborah had said, though they both knew she had already been sneaking glances at her textbooks when no one was watching. Just like every night since she had gotten there four days ago, Liam cuddled her in his large bed and read funny stories to her until she could laugh no more and fall asleep in his arms. He had an entire collection of 6 books now, everything from silly jokes to absurd short stories. Some of them were terrible, so bad they circled back around to being funny again. Last night, he had read her a story about a man who accidentally joined the circus and ended up as a terrible clown. She had laughed so hard her sides hurt, and for those moments, the fear had retreated completely

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."

I sighed "I have a story to tell you." "You’re always telling me the same story." He whispered a bit audible "Not this time I won’t, it’s very interesting, I’m sure you will love it," I said while grabbing the storybook kept on the table. "This looks interesting." I opened to the first page "Once upon a time, there lived three children, Kyle, Lucas, and Charles. They are best friends, they always spend time together until…." "It’s boring." "Okay, I will narrate another story." I grabbed the other storybook and began narrating it

Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT" Huh? Bigfoot?! She rose her head and opened her mouth to say something but caught Gabby looking from her face to the book in quick successions. She was trying to tell her something. Bigfoot wasn't actually Bigfoot? Maybe this was another book that might help her. She discreetly nodded and Gabby smiled. "I'm sorry this library couldn't help much but I hope you really enjoy this one. Page 138 has a very funny paragraph, check it out." Eleanor nodded. "Sure, thanks."

"Aunty, can you tell me a story?" "What story you like to listen to?" Anvika start thinking about the stories she had told Avi before. However, she stopped telling stories when he was three years old. So, she could not remember the stories now. Sugar pointed at the drawer on the table and said, "There is a storybook in it. Aunty, you can read it for me." Anvika had a sigh of relief. She quickly found a fairy tale book and began to read it. Sugar must be very sleepy. Because halfway through her reading, Sugar's breathing turned even and she fall asleep.

Mr Franklin was so friendly, he would make you laugh all day with his funny folktales. "Welcome little boy, follow me here i should show you the new books" he said heading to the libraries VIP. He took me to a corridor full of new books, all the books were new in that corridor and i had so much pleasure on them. I didn't know which one to pick because they were all promising to be good. I could pick 5 or more if it was allowed. "I will spend my boring time here" i said to myself. I picked a J. R. R Tolkien new book called the strange girl then i sat comfortably to enjoy the ride.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'