Comedy Novels & Stories

I shake my head, “I just need you to be your usual Hema, making me laugh” He nods, “Hema the Comedian at your service . I’ll give you a discount since you’re practically family” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I instantly burst into laughter, “you look weird when you do that, never do that in front of a girl you like”

"The last time I went to the movies I watched a very boring comedy.” "No wonder. You look so uncomfortable tonight that the last time you saw the premiere of a movie must have been in 1992, and at that time they didn't make cool movies even "he comments in his mocking tone. Without thinking, I slap your arm, laughing. He laughs even louder, causing chills in the back of my neck. "It hasn't been that long!” "If movie comedies don't please you, what makes you laugh easily?” “My friend Penelope after five glasses of beer or two shots of tequila “I answer, without hesitation.

The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store. I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest. Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they’re comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. “That’s us,” I whispered. “You know, minus the weird grocery stuff.” “Oh, please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it’s a life-or-death decision.”

"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."

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,

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

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."

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

“Now get over here and help me eat this food. And grab me a soda, would you?” I tossed her the remote. “Find something you want to watch.” “Just not a chick flick. I want something funny tonight. Something that’ll make us laugh so hard we’re scared of throwing our pizza back up.” I opened the fridge. “I hear Trevor Noah’s new standup is hysterical.” “Oh, Trevor Noah it is, then.”

he spoke and I again denied it without even looking at him. “He murders kids, no…” I spoke and all of them laughed looking at how scared I was. “Sarah? What genre then? We’re not watching horror anymore.” He spoke while caressing my hair. “Johnny English?” I spoke in nervousness as comedy is not everyone’s cup of tea. “Okay, I'm ready to laugh.” Harvey spoke sitting uptight. “Well, Mr. Bean never gets old” Tessa spoke delightfully. “This bastard is too lucky.” Bible laughed implementing that he’s already seen this movie.