Break Time Funny Novels & Stories

"What is it?" "It's okay to be in a good mood." I scoffed. "That's what I just said." "Yeah, but you're clearly giving out 'I had a good fuck' vibes." "That's only on you because you have a nasty brain." "I'm just being honest." He smiled. "I want to hear all about it." "We're working." "Well, I'm on a fifteen minute break to refresh. Want to join?" "If you want to rest, let's go out of the office."

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

“I wouldn't know. I don't know any normal people, do you?” He chuckled. “Why don't we all take a day off? Our brains need to rest—you definitely need to rest.” My lips twisted into a wry smile. “Do I look like a nightmare already?” “I'm sure that Tim Burton would have found your current looks inspiring.” I sighed and slowly rose from my seat. “Tell him that I'm ready to play in his next Beetlejuice.” He grinned. “I'll make the call as soon as you leave.” I rolled back my shoulders and heard a crack. I seriously needed to stop falling asleep on my desk. Suraj was right. We all needed a break. “Let's take two days off,” I decided as I packed my laptop. “Will you text them?”

It wasn't long before i got bored, and all the recipes and picture of food were making me hungry. I sighed standing up, raising my hands over my head stretching as I walked over to my desk grabbing my phone. Just a five minute break, a five minute break that was going on for three hours now. I looked at the messages frowning. I had so many. I nearly laughed when I saw half of them were from Reed, jesus, was he bored? Hi You alive?

This is weird Sky is right I don't like Rick and James. Why is he has to be right? I hate it. I hate the way he always said things right I break the kiss "Cut." Stuart said and I looked at Sky. He smiled "Okay break time people, 3 hours." I walked to my seat and just rest my body there. I'm sleepy and just need to sleep "Want to eat?" Sky asked "Eat what?" I asked "Meat." He said and my eyes widen. I nodded

"Alright, man. I actually do feel sorry for you but it's the bro cold not to fall into depressed silence. Being annoying and making stupid jokes will help. I'm sure you'd do worse if it was me." "I'd actually sympathize with you," I replied, sounding rather serious. "Then make jokes out of your problems!" We both burst into loud laughter. "I knew your sense of humor was still there, man! Fuck!" We spent the rest of the ride making jokes, listening to music, and going back to the old-school days before we finally got to his condo. He left for work about two hours later, leaving me to be alone in the house with my thoughts.

I told him and left my cabin. Max also started following me. I was going towards the lift when my eyes fell on a group of people. They were talking to each other instead of working. Anger rose in me. I walked towards them and heard them creating some useless jokes and laughing their ass off. "I didn't know my employees can create these useless jokes in work time. Do I give you payment for creating fucking jokes?" I shouted at them. "We are very sorry Mr. Knight. We will not do this again" One of them told me.

After a second, she laughed and pinched my very chubby cheeks. "Just kidding." She smiled. I just smiled and talked with her about girly kinds of stuff. She's kind of allowed since she's on her break time. When her break time's finished, she went back to her spot. Well for me, I just stayed here in the café watching her serve the customers' orders. It's been like five hours and I feel so sad and all. Imagine, I just lost my job a while ago but I'm still here being a martyr-like I won't be freaking hurt.

I muttered. "Break's over," he said. "Get back to work." I turned back to the dummy and tried to focus but my eyes kept drifting to that bench. To Nyx laughing at something Finn said. When was the last time I'd made her laugh like that? I couldn't remember, everything had been too serious, too scary. We'd been running and hiding and trying to survive and there hadn't been time for laughing. But now she was laughing with someone else. I hit the dummy so hard the post cracked down the middle.

To avoid a noise complaint from the neighbors, I finally let him in. When the tightly shut door opened, he looked like he must burst into tears from overwhelming relief. He grabbed my hand and urgently said, "Stan, you did an outstanding job over the Thanksgiving holidays. The overtime pay will be transferred to your account right away!" After a pause, he added, "Don't rush to take a break just yet. Our company made a major fool of itself in the competition, so we need you back to restore our reputation." I immediately caught the keyword. "A break? I resigned yesterday. I don’t even work for you anymore—what break are you talking about?"