Comedy Novels & Stories

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.

The day before Thanksgiving, my younger sister, Lily, suddenly offered to braid my hair. I had barely sat down when I heard the sharp snip of scissors behind me. The hair I had spent seven years growing for my winter marking ceremony had been cut off at the nape of my neck. Rowan had once promised that when we officially became mates, he would pin up my hair himself and place a moonstone crown on my head. But Lily collapsed onto the couch laughing, still clutching the severed length of hair. “Sorry! I cut off a little too much. Claire, you look like a wolf who failed to shed properly!” My mother laughed too. “It looks better this way. At least you won’t wear it loose all the time.” My father

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

“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.”

"What?" "You know exactly what. Why on earth would you throw a vase on his head!?" I pressed my lips together to hold me back from laughing. He just stared at me. "It wasn't that bad. He deserved it." I rolled my eyes. "That was like watching a freaking cartoon character get hit by something." "I'm-" Yeah I couldn't hold it anymore, I laughed. "Stop laughing." He sighed. "I had to say that, our crazy neighbours fight a lot and that one time I got hit by a plate on the head."

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.

Justin said. "Okay," Valerie giggled. "But it's not at a cinema," Justin said and Valerie stopped giggling. "Where?" Valerie asked. "At home here, we have a big TV, why would we go to a cinema?" Justin asked. "I thought it would be outside" Valerie hissed. "What's the difference?" Justin asked. "The fun," Valerie said. "Fun?" Justin asked. "Yes, laughter from the audience if its comedy, group tears if its tragedy, the giggling sounds if its romance, the popcorns we can throw at the screen, the crowd, just to name a few anyways," Valerie said.