Face Fart Novels & Stories

He doubled over laughing, which honestly offended me more. "You should’ve seen your face!" he wheezed, trying to catch his breath. "My face? My face?! I thought I was going to pass out and reawaken in an alternate dimension where nothing makes sense anymore!" He chuckled, almost losing breath. "You’re awful." "Awfully charming," he corrected smugly. "You are literally feral." He wiped a pretend tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling. “Only half of that was a joke, though.”

I say and let out a long, loud fart. Before I've even finished, I'm laughing, and when I look back Oliver is frozen on the bed looking at me as if he's seeing an Alien. The look on his face is so funny that I start laughing hysterically, I throw myself on my bed laughing my ass off and even a few farts escape while I'm laughing, the look on Oliver's face is so funny that at one point my stomach starts to hurt from laughing so hard. "How did you do that?" He asks, looking astonished.

Trying to see. Then suddenly she gasped. Loudly. As if she was horrified. “Oh my goddess.” Everyone in the entire booth froze. Traci pointed directly at me. “Corbin.” She looked genuinely disturbed. “Did you just fart?” The arena disappeared into silence. I mean even guests outside our booth even stopped what they were doing and talking about. I blinked my eyes rapidly. “What?” She covered her mouth. “No.” The seriousness on her face made everything worse. “Please tell me you didn’t float an air biscuit directly into Marge’s face.”

Somehow, my sour mood has transformed itself into a happy mood when I learnt Dad had payed the money they wanted from him. "Hey!" "What?" "I said stop." "But I wasn't humming." I defend innocently, biting back a smirk, while he just groans, mutter curses under his breath and turns to face ahead of him. And then, I let out a mind blowing fart, fake it behind a cough, pausing to yawn and then conclude feign coughing. Slowly he turns to me, with his frown cloud with unbelief and irritation. "Are you crazy?" He raises an eyebrow at me, unimpressed.

She then threw her stew bowl at Fatty face in a fit of anger. crash The bowl and a hot soup spill on Fatty face. “Arrrrggghhhh My eyes!!! my eyes!!!” Cried in agony, Fatty quickly clutch at his eyes and turn around. He hissed in pain as he tries to resist the urge to cry out loud. Azanah's face fell in distress, she quickly runs to Fatty side and tries to see the damage in his eyes.

He threw his hands up and I could help but notice the relief in his voice as he said it. I snicker, making Ren follow into laughter. But we were careful not to go overboard or Ace might hear us and chop our heads off. "They're not my friends!" Ace growled. "Best friends then?" Darem said hopefully. And that did it, the air that Ren was trying to keep in to hide his laughter exploded, making fart noises from his mouth. Because of that, I burst into laughter. We were laughing so hard that we started crying. We didn't stop until we heard someone clearing his throat that we remembered that we weren't alone. Ren and I immediately composed ourselves seeing as everyone was looking at us.

*CLANG* "O-oh my goodness I'm, I'm so sorry!" The hot soup spilled on his summer shirt while the piece of meat slapped him in the face. Everyone was so stunned and shocked, some even wore an angry or annoyed face towards Natalie. I couldn't hold it any longer, their faces were too much for me to handle. I burst out laughing, luckily I muffled it in time so no one can hear me. I was shaking on my own at the back of the canteen. Tears from laughter came falling from my eyes and my face was red.

“Yes, I’m here I can hear you” I hear laughing, “Emma tilt the screen toward your face”. I see his face on the screen in real time! “That’s more like it, hey beautiful”. What is this sorcery I think to myself. He can sense my confusion. “It’s called facetime because you can see my face”.

"What's the difference?" If she could, Fathia would swap her face for another to avoid feeling embarrassed as she meets Sebastian's gaze. She covers her face with her palm, silently cursing herself for recalling how truly embarrassing her past actions were. Fathia was never prepared for being forcibly lifted by him to sit on his lap. She screamed in surprise, especially when they were face to face at such a close distance. Her face is as red as a tomato, she's sure of it. "You... lost weight, huh?"

Her face are all red, and she couldn’t look into his eyes. “Do you feel okay now?” Seungcheol asked, worriedly. She looked back up at him; a gentle flush of pink arisen in her cheeks that made her look vulnerable. And so he held his laugh, so bad he clenched his fists. “What? If you want to laugh, then laugh. Argh.” Celine rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and mumbled, “Is farting a sin?” Seungcheol bit his lower lip and chuckled. His laugh is on the sweeter side, something that brings warm. “Forget it. Do you want to take some medicine?”