Facefarting Novels & Stories

" It's Rosaleen for you and everyone else who calls you Rosaleen. It's Rosa for short. I love to call you Rosa, and it suits you better." Those bubbles in her throat returned and the knots in her stomach churned. She utterly went speechless. Ronnie grinned and his lips curled up in amusement. He fought with every fibre in his body to not let that embarrassing laughter escape from his lips. Rosaleen glared at him. Her lips pursed in repulsion. " Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head."

Just how fast can reaction change? With my hand slightly hiding my lip, I hear him speak again. “That’s it. Smiling suits you better. How bright can someone’s face be when they have a smile on their lips…” Now… I can genuinely say that I am smiling. How nice the driver was… I hope all people are like him. “Then… what happened to the bastard that hurt your son?” “What else? I smack him in the face full force! If only you Ms can see how funny that bastard’s face looks like! He looks like a freaking worm! Ha ha ha”

My lips trembled so much that my whole face became a grimace. Henry frowned. He frowned. "Face of the one who is about to have diarrhea. From afar, Kendall laughed outrageously. His hair was stuck that night, letting small brown locks slip around his face with the exaggerated access of laughter. "It's the first time I've heard someone resemble passion to a stomach ache. "She commented, finishing washing a cocktail shaker. Emitting a deep sound of disgust, I left my cell phone in the nearest beverage compartment and rehearsed my most genuine disapproving grimace.

Narine I was laughing my brains out, no, really. The kind of laugh that snatches breath from your lungs and leaves your ribs aching, your cheeks flushed, and your soul feeling... lighter. My stomach hurt, my eyes stung from the tears, and my cheeks felt like they'd crack from smiling so hard. Hasmik hadn't changed one bit. Still as unfiltered and hilarious as ever, commanding the room like it was her damn stage. Her timing, expressions, and the way she delivered even the simplest line had all of us doubled over in laughter. I could barely keep up with her quips, and neither could anyone else.

this people really do have a death wish I started laughing so hard and that halted them in their conversation. “Alright, I can see that none of you are willing to talk, so we shall begin” I got from the chair and walked to my carbonate of terror and yes the name is written boldly in front, anyways, I opened and I smiled, oh how much I love this part. I took out a little knife and I’m sure you are wondering what I will be using it for. I walked over to the guy in the middle. “this is your last chance to speak for forever hold your peace” I said, but still nothing “ alright then, you asked for it” I said and then I started peeling off his face and I can hear is the sweet melody of his screams

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

The lenses zoom right in on Amara's face, catching his exaggerated seriousness from every single angle for the online viewers. I bite the absolute inside of my cheek until it tastes like copper, doing everything my muscles can to not burst out into a loud roar. My mind promised it wouldn't stir the pot again tonight—but the exact second Amara's forehead touches the stone floor in front of my faceless statue, that promise flies right out the window. A sharp, irrepressible roar of laughter escapes my lips. "Ha-ha! Oh my god!"

Still, it wouldn’t leave me. When the artist finally turned the paintings around, Elara gasped in horror. Her caricature exaggerated everything. Her nose was huge, her expression looked like a puffed-up rooster. I laughed so hard my eyes watered, clutching my sides. Then he showed mine. It was even worse. My elegant posture looked stiff and snooty, my face stretched into something prim and ridiculous. Elara doubled over, laughing until tears streamed down her cheeks. We left the stall carrying our embarrassing portraits, the paper crinkling in my hands, still giggling like kids.

Use me as you see fit. A drawn wink face at the end and hearts. I burst out laughing as my heart races.

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