Comedic Novels & Stories

I winked horribly then continued to sob, "But he's not crazy for me ." "As much as I want to comfort you, I just can't help laughing." Damon was still laughing while I am still crying, "Seriously, at this rate, you'll be my favorite comedian." "Hey! I'm getting my heart broken here and you're laughing! How rude!" I protested and told the cashier there, "Mister, look how much of a bully he is! He's laughing and I'm crying. Someone report this jerk please!" "I bet anyone would laugh if they see you." Damon snickered, "I mean look, even the cashier is holding back his laughter. Come on, don't be shy, mister, she's really funny when she's a mess like this."

I asked, his face was in horror, “You nearly collapsed-” I pushed myself back a little, laughing. “Oh- don’t you worry.” I forced a smile onto my lips. “I must have tripped.” He wasn’t buying it,” I’m just so clumsy, Mr. Dunn.” I swallowed hard, “I’ll just take myself inside.” I began to walk to the house before I turned my head back. “Don’t tell him, please, I just-” I smiled, “Was a little light-headed.” I walked quickly to my house, trying to shudder myself from his stare.

I laughed hard that my popcorn poured as I watched the comedy show. It was so funny that I felt like I was going to cry. "That was stupid!" I bursted out laughing again. I poured pop corn in my mouth and sipped from the lime mojito on the table. It was so cold and refreshing. I sipped more from it and breathed out a sigh of relief. The comedy show ended and I let out a disappointing sigh. It was so disappointing that such funny show had to end. I switched to a Korea show and fortunately, there was an English subtitles.

this joke? I gazed at him. Anger caused his face to turn red. He had his hands tightly closed by his sides, trembling a bit. I felt scared briefly. This person was my friend, Chad. My leader. However, at that instant, he appeared unfamiliar. The fear transformed into rage. Burning with heat and intensity, it surged in my chest, erasing any doubt. "Comedy?" I ejected the word towards him again. "Is that your perception of this?" "Sure, it definitely is!"

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

He selected something, a comedy she vaguely recognized from marketing campaigns, and settled into the recliner beside hers. The lights dimmed automatically. The screen came to life with perfect clarity. And Marcelline realized something: she couldn't remember the last time she'd just... watched a movie. For fun. She was always working on her laptop or reviewing reports. The movie started. Some ridiculous premise about mistaken identity and increasingly absurd situations. The kind of humor that was objectively stupid but somehow still funny. Marcelline found herself laughing. Actually laughing, not the polite chuckles she produced at business dinners, but real, genuine laughter that came from

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

It was his turn to choose the movie and he choose a comedy. we enjoyed the movie. Well, only we enjoyed, the other people were busy complaining that we were too loud with our not-so-good comments and moreover Ammar thought it was fun to annoy the elderly couple next row by throwing popcorn at the bald man's head. I am glad they didn't throw us out.

Dominic deadpanned. Fallon shrugged, her tone taking an edge."oh fuck off." Dominic ignored her tone and set his bag down. “What are you two working on?” “Comedy,” Serena said. “Like I told you." Dominic’s brows lifted slightly. "Its finalizef then,?" Serena exhaled, folding her script. “Yeah." “Hollywood is a circus,” Fallon said, standing. “Asking a kitten to play a joker instead of asking a golden retriever."

"A couple months after I started, I was in the breakroom, grabbing coffee. I was bent over in the fridge, looking for the French vanilla creamer I'd been stealing for the last month, and when I came up, I bumped into him, spilling creamer all over his immaculate black shirt." I can see Hadley doing it, the flush of her cheeks, the little giggle that probably escaped as she tried to be serious and apologize. "Was he pissed?" "No," she shakes her head. "Phillip Westin III, laughed. It was so unexpected, I laughed, too. Even though I'd laughed at my blunder, at the same time I knew who he was and immediately scared to death I would be losing my job."