Comedy Short Story Novels & Stories

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

"Planting yourself in the narrative substrate? I’ve seen supernovas with more self-preservation instinct." I had no body to laugh with, so my amusement manifested as a ripple through the nascent stories around us, turning a budding tragedy about a lost crown into a comedic romp about a misplaced hat. "You’re one to talk. You took a job as the universe’s full-time, unpaid editor. Did you even get a benefits package?"

“ so do I get answers for free on tests or just mind blowing sex?” “ if you deserve the first you get it” “Wanna do that again tomorrow at my office?” He asked laughing” “ what if we get caught” “ I’ll find a way to turn it to a threesome” “ what if it’s miss headlestone” referring to our fat, weird shaped dean ,very strict dean “ yeah I’ll rather get fired” We laughed and fell asleep soon

"Pinch me." I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands on my waist. Then a wicked idea suddenly crossed my mind as I stared at his naked arm. I let out an evil laugh. "Sure," I said. I grabbed the hot spatula, soaked it in a bowl of water until it was cool enough not to hurt someone's skin—just hot enough to wake up a sleeping man. "Close your eyes, gentleman." "I'm not a gentleman, babygirl," he said in a flirtatious tone.

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

“Oh you like that? Well I also proposed to her the day I met her and she said no!” I groaned and covered my face, thinking about how embarrassing that was. “Oh, and then I gave her my virginity only to find out days later that she was sleeping with my best friend. So I went to go kill her ex and instead she almost died. Now she barely even likes me.” How do the Griffons find these sad stories so funny? I mean sure there’s some humor to it, but I consider it ‘you had to be there’ humor. “Thank you, I’ll be here a few more hours hopefully!” Hunter grinned and waved.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

"What is it again?" Variety shows, comedy movies and comics are some examples of a field that was made to give laughter to the watchers or readers. But none succeeded in making Isaac laugh. However… "Pfff..." Soft and delicate giggles brightened the space. Reeled at his reaction, Maxine watched how he diligently covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing even more. "Why are you laughing?" She asked, squinting her eyes. After clearing his throat, Isaac pulled out his smile. Then he apologized, "Sorry. But you don’t need to worry. After all, I am not a human."

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.