Explosions Funny Novels & Stories

The pleas fell on deaf ears, Eduardo, the men, and I were already headed for the… The floor instantly rumbled, and a distant explosion startled me. My eyes bulged in shock, I faced Eduardo who vocally wondered why one of the bombs went off so early. We took another step, and another bang followed, this one was closer. And even though I was sure it was just my mind playing games with me, I started to feel strong heat surrounding us. “Okay, what the fuck is going on?” A burst of maniac laughter replied to Eduardo’s question. We turned and saw that our targets were suddenly wearing confidence, their eyes blazed with excitement just as mine were seconds ago. That view was enough to tell me that

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

“She would find ways to prank people, but she would involve unsuspecting accomplices so she would not be the only one to receive her father, Liam’s, wrath. The most recent was setting off Roman Candles in the tunnels under the pack house, leading for the pack house to be smoked out.” At first, I tried to contain it, but I couldn’t, I burst out laughing, the kind of laughter that induces tears and the inability to breathe. When I can finally compose myself, I try to get back on track. I see that Callum is in the same position, tears rolling down his face out of laughter. “Shat, what happened?”

The group started getting nervous. “Oh, you didn’t get the memo? We’re both meta-humans.” I smiled, throwing the first punch. I went into my zone as I bobbed and weaved, throwing my kicks and punches. These blokes really should hit the gym and do a bit of training if they think they can come for the Templeton family. I was only momentarily thrown off my groove at the loud explosion. The two with the flamethrowers just got blown away by their own weapons. That’s what happens when the flames shoot back at you and catch your fuel on fire. The explosion sent us all back.

Terrifying. "Wrong answer." And then everything exploded.

“In art class, my friend Emma tried to draw a cat, but it looked like… like… a potato with legs!” We all burst out laughing. “Was she mad?” I asked, covering my mouth. “No,” Lily said, shaking her head. “She said it was a ‘special species of potato-cat.’” Jordan chuckled. “That’s nothing. At my school, during science, this kid tried to make a volcano… but he added too much baking soda. The whole thing exploded, and the foam hit the ceiling!” Lily’s eyes widened. “Was the teacher mad?” Jordan smirked. “He couldn’t even be mad. He was too busy laughing.”