Cried Laughing Novels & Stories

For a moment I just stared at what was inside while my brain tried to process what I was seeing. Then something broke inside me and I started laughing. It started as a small sound in the back of my throat but quickly grew louder and more hysterical while tears streamed down my face. I laughed until my stomach hurt and I couldn't breathe and the tears were flowing so fast I couldn't see, but I couldn't stop. I just kept laughing and crying and staring at the contents of the box while my entire body shook with the force of it.

I grabbed her arm, dragged her across the office, and hauled her out the door. I turned to the Security Guard, who was still frozen outside. “Take her out, or you’ll be next,” I instructed, my voice flat and dangerous, and walked back into the office. I didn't even look at my husband. I sighed, pulled out a tissue, cleaned my bleeding nose and hand, and started taking out the documents I came to discuss. Then, Eddie’s laughter echoed in the office. It was a full, raw sound. I spun around to look at him. It was the first time I’d ever seen him laugh—a genuine laugh. I was convinced he wasn't capable of it. His smile was so bright, his green eyes tearing up with unmasked amusement.

I covered my mouth with my free hand, the laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, fueled by a strange mix of adrenaline, shock, and total frustration. Laziel reached out, placing a firm, stabilizing hand on my shoulder, "Rhea. What is funny? This isn't funny. This is a serious threat. That person knows you, they're telling you they've been watching you for a long time." But I couldn't stop. The soft laugh turned into a full-blown, slightly hysterical cackle. I threw my head back, tears pricking my eyes, "Oh, God." I finally managed, wiping a hand across my eyes, trying to catch my breath, "I just... I just can't believe it."

she teased. I laughed hard, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. For the first time in a long while, it wasn't the hollow laughter born of pain or betrayal but it was something pure filled with excitement. Tears pricked my eyes, blurring my vision, but these tears were different too. They weren’t from sorrow. “Stop crying and laughing like that. You’ll make me cry,” Cindy huffed, rolling her eyes to mask her emotions. “Now hurry up. Pack, Myla. We don’t have time.”

She had stopped crying but felt feeble and stared at herself in the mirror. She did not have the right to cry, as she was the one who pushed him away. She stared through the mirror, feeling numb after the pain passed. With no sensation left, she stood quietly and chuckled. Sometimes, laughter is more despairing and more hollow than crying. If a person cries, it means that person is still feeling the pain. But when the pain is over and laughter sets in, it could mean something worse. The knuckles of the hands holding the steering wheel turned white, and blue veins popped up on his forehead as Mark clenched his jaws tightly. He hit the steering wheel with his fist and made a ton of noise.

He was infuriating! I kept walking until I got to where I could see water. It was a beach. The swash of the waves called to me, and I found myself squatting on the sand, crying. Crying?!?! Crying again?! What was this? "Bianca what is wrong with you??!! Are you are cry baby now?! Aren't you tough and strong?!! What's all these?" I berated myself, and slowly my cries died down. "But I thought I was gonna die. I nearly died before they could even kill me themselves." I answered my own questions. Slowly, another bout of tears started making its way out of my eyes, but this time it came with laughter. "I nearly died!!!" I yelled out again, laughing at the top of my lungs. I don't know how long I

He looked like an angel to her. She started crying even harder. He was shocked and freaked out. After thinking a bit, he started making funny faces in front of her. She slowly stopped crying after seeing him and they both laughed. They became friends after this incident and he always made her laugh when she became sad. "Why do you always make me laugh when I cry?" She once asked as they were sitting on the swing. She was nine at that time while he was ten. "Cause I don't like it when you cry, bubby." He replied looking into her eyes. He used to call her bubby and she found it really cute.

she frantically said at the same time raising her left hand and when we looked at her appearance we almost burst out laughing. "Pfft!" we tried hold back a laugh and later on when we couldn’t able to control our laugh anymore "Pfft wahahhahahahaha" we already burst out laughing as we held our stomachs. If you can see how she looks, you will definitely laugh too. Even Clyde, who is the coldest among us, couldn't help but laugh. We are laughing so hard that the tears are streaming down our face and we all rolled around on the floor as we laugh.

And then, because the universe apparently has a fucked-up sense of timing, I started laughing. It came out low at first, a wet sound that caught in my throat. Then it grew more breathless, half-sob and half-hysteria. More tears spilled down my cheeks, while this awful, helpless laughter bubbled up out of me. Now this, I thought, wiping at my face with the back of my wrist even as more tears came. This is what you call a joke. Something that’s actually fucking funny.

Her shoulders were trembling nonstop. "What are you crying for? You’ve got the nerve to cry? You ruined everyone’s lives. What right do you have to cry?" An enraged classmate rushed over, pried her hands away from her face, and screamed at her. However, when she lifted her head, there wasn’t a single tear on her face. Her body trembled violently. Only a faint glimmer of moisture lingered at the corners of her eyes. "Pfft—hahahahahaha…" Her laughter burst out, warped and hysterical.