Cried Laughing Novels & Stories

I laughed out loud at my sarcasm; I had that problem, I was one of those people that thought they were too funny and no one could top their humor. “What’s with you? Firstly you started crying out of the blue, and now you’re laughing on your own,” Yu Ri was amused. “Nothing, I was laughing at what you said,” I smiled. Lies! I was laughing at what I said!

It was the best laugh I had had in a long time “She was dead and she rose from the dead!” One screamed as the other screamed even harder. The more they screamed the more I laughed until tears streamed down my face. It was too much for me and I could not help myself but the next thing I knew my body was knocked to the ground hard with pain exploding all through my body, the world spinning all around me.

Screwing my expression to maintain a serious front, I tried to be serious but it failed when Ignacio's eyebrow twitched. Like a broken dam, tears spilt from their ducts in rivers while the laughter continues. The action of slamming the documents and walking out of the room only fueled it. However, it wasn't until I saw his exasperated eye roll that sealed the deal. Curling up on the ground in a drunken state of hilarity, I continued wallowing in the endless pit of insanity.

It wasn’t a happy laugh because nothing was funny but I still laughed anyway. I stood there, outside the house, laughing like someone who had lost her mind. The kind of laugh that comes out when you feel so hurt and so confused, that your body doesn’t know what else to do. My chest shook as I laughed harder, louder, and longer until it turned into something else that I didn’t see coming, tears.

I declared, my voice trembling with passion. His face lit up with overwhelming joy. And then, he couldn’t hold back his tears. In the next moment, we were both crying—crying but laughing at the same time. We were like fools, unsure whether to sob or laugh from the sheer happiness overtaking us. My God. I love this man so much. He’s the man who’s made me cry countless times, but he’s also the one who makes me laugh wholeheartedly—who brings boundless joy to my soul.

I would have just kept my goddamn mouth shut. “Hey baby, look at me. I'm sorry.” I didn't know what else to say or do, and my thoughts were conflicted at that moment. She suddenly burst into laughter, and I stood there looking at her, stupefied. How does one go from crying to laughing in a blink of an eye? “Who would have thought?” she laughed as she wiped the tears from her eyes, “Who would have thought the big bad Mafia boss has a sweet side to him?”

And cried out loud in pain. And laughed. At first I cried. But now, I started to laugh. Loudly. Wow! Look at the things. Look at me. I am dying. Goodbye.

And that made it even harder to stop. Laughing at nothing felt ridiculous, and feeling ridiculous made me laugh more. “You’re actually crying,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. I wiped under my eye quickly. “I’m not crying.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “You are.” I laughed again, louder this time because arguing about it was stupid. “Okay, maybe a little.” I leaned forward slightly, holding my stomach now, trying to calm down. My cheeks hurt. My chest felt tight from laughing too hard.

my voice came out raspy due to my crying and my laugh sounded like an old man dying but I couldn't have cared less. He laughed at how comical I sounded, "One more thing, I'll be attending your wedding so consider this my R.S.V.P."

I laughed. Hard. Because what else was there to do but laugh? Then cry again. I cried until my throat ached, until my body gave out. Until darkness wrapped me in its cold arms. And I let it...