Face Fart Novels & Stories

I was about to talk when he walked past near me, he walked like he doesn't know me at all, he walked like he just bumped a stranger I grabbed his arms to stop him, but he just slapped my hands in return. He walked straight, not even giving me a glance It hurts, I'm hurt, I can feel a hot liquid that is about to fall from my eyes, I hurriedly run inside the comfort room and washed my face I stared at the mirror while wiping my face with a tissue. "Is this karma? So karma works in seconds" I faked my laugh After I pee I went out and walked back to the cinema when I saw Oab talking with Jeed and..and Off

"They said I could join." "Surely you can, come on. Let's go," I said, raising my voice so the others who were busy chatting with each other could hear me. Jamal continued with the fart noises, but somehow it came out different each time he did it. Gemma tried to imitate him, ignoring me. "Jamie stop making that--- oooh what was that sound?" "I farted for real!" Jamal announced, bursting into a fit of laughter and collapsing on the sofa. "What the hell, that's my beloved pillow! Get up, get up, get up!" I shrieked as Jamal deliberately smashed his butt further on the cushion. I stomped to him and pulled his t-shirt roughly. "Ew, stop."

I couldn't tell if it was fear, or shame, or something in between- but it gripped me so tightly I almost turned back. But then I pictured my mother. The way she smiled when I said I'd try. The way she folded my scarf carefully the night before, like it was armor. I couldn't disappoint her. Not now. The scarf hugged my face gently. Wrapping around my face only revealing my eyes, they are one of my body parts that's still intact and the same. I adjusted it over and over again making sure that only my eyes showed. The part I wasnt afraid to reveal.

Fitz made his way toward me and sat down in front of me, l had no option but look at his face. “ my honest apologies for having to meet you at this circumstance”, I could feel the sarcasm in his voice from a mile away. I spat on him, mentally preparing myself for a slap or a punch or something for my action but instead he laughed like a mad man which was like payback because his spit fell right back on my face, I turned my away from him trying to avoid more spits but he pulled my head back in place forcing me to look at him, he wasn't laughing and his face looked more serious, he was way scarier than before.

Farhan asked, trying to stop his laughter. "No, I laughed at you instead," Kania replied, holding back her laughter. "Me? What's so funny about me?" Farhan asked again, looking at the face of the girl in front of him. "I just realized your face looks like an ape," said Kania, covering her mouth not to laugh. "What? I thought you laughed at that weirdo earlier. You know, Nia? You are the one who says I look like an ape, while many girls call me like Jungkook," said Farhan with a proud smile.

I take a deep breath wiping away sweat from my face. “GET DOWN HERE!!!!” he screams, holding his jaw. I stick out my tongue, putting two fingers in my ear as I mock him. “Fatty, fatty, come on climb up FAT ASS!!!” I yell, his face goes red. He plucks off his shoe, and throws it at me. I dodge it, making it go over the fence. He isn’t actually fat per say, but he is on the big side with his puffy cheeks that just call my name.

My son and unborn daughter are my strength, His laughter was interrupted when he releases a burp, and that too noisily. He quickly slap his mouth shot as if to keep the sound in, Camila and I burst out laughing at his surprised expression. “You farted too.” Camila told him, pulling him into her arms tinkling his stomach. Their laughter spread over the kitchen, I watch them with the most perfect smile on my face. “I did not, Aunt Camila.” His pronunciations aren't correct, but understandable.

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I bit my lip to fight back the smile. Fuck.

‘You have to tell me what to do because I don’t know what you’ll like. Cain gave a spluttering kind of snort and cupped my face with both hands. ‘Beautiful, you could fart on me and I wouldn’t care, it’s all—’ “OH MY GOD, CAIN!” I gasped, half-laughing, half-horrified.