Facefarting Stories Novels & Stories

“I once tripped walking into a conference hall. In front of investors. Once though.” He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And did you recover?” “I pretended it was intentional.” “Of course you did.” Their laughter came easier than she expected. Effortless. Not forced. Not strategic. She told him about a disastrous attempt at cooking local food during one of her business trips. He countered with a story about mistaking a spicy pepper for something mild and paying for it dramatically. “You cried?” she teased. “Briefly,” he said with mock dignity. “But only internally.”

During dinner, we all laughed and made jokes, and the light-hearted banter helped ease the tension that had built up inside me. James, the talkative and cheeky guy he was, decided to tease Lucas, "So, do you have any embarrassing childhood stories you want to share with us?" Lucas grinned, pretending to think for a moment. "Well, there was this one time when I was about five years old. I wanted to impress this girl, so I tried to ride my bike without training wheels... And it ended badly." "What happened?" I asked. "I ended up crashing and scraping my knee on the ground," Lucas cringed. "I still have a scar from it."

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He grinned. “I try.” The conversation flowed naturally from there. We talked about work, childhood memories, and random things that made us laugh. It was easy in a way I hadn’t expected, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I could just… breathe. At one point, he was in the middle of telling a story about his failed attempt at cooking during college, complete with exaggerated hand gestures, when I found myself laughing—genuinely laughing. “I swear, I almost burned the entire apartment down,” he said, shaking his head.

As if he doesn’t have every woman in the room casually sneaking glances at him. When his knee brushes mine under the table, it feels like my entire skeleton glitches. “So,” I say, desperate for something to fill the silence. “Tell me something embarrassing.” His brow lifts. “Why?” “Because I need to feel better about existing in a world where I once mistook dry shampoo for deodorant.” He snorts. “Fine. I will give you an embarrassing memory.” “You have those?” “Of course. I once farted on stage during a Shakespeare play. Live audience. Full cast. Mics on.”

If I had said yes to him when he asked me out the first time, I wouldn't be rotting alone for 2 years for fucking 2 years. I am having so much fun with Justin. I thought that I can't be happy in any male company after Drake but I was wrong. I am laughing so much after a long time and the laugh is not forced. It is real. I am real. I look at Justin who is telling me his childhood stories of how he used to scare his neighbor off when he was thirteen while we are sitting in a restaurant and waiting for our dinner to arrive. And do you know how he did it? Let me tell you by getting out of his house, naked. Yes, naked. Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts.

As they were hesitating, Frederick smiled and added, "I've also heard that liars tend to shit their pants." After hearing that, the crowd's faces fell greatly. Not only were they going to pee their pants, but they might start shitting themselves as well. It would be the most humiliating thing in the world! Seeing how they were still hesitating, Frederick pointed at them and said, "Be careful not to…" Before he could finish his words, those people hurriedly barked like dogs. "Woof! Woof!" Although it felt embarrassing to do that, it was nothing compared to shitting their pants! Barking was relatively better than the other option!

he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" she asked, her voice curious. Mino took a deep breath, launching into a ridiculous tale about the time he accidentally superglued his shoes to the floor during a school assembly. He mimed the actions, making her laugh with his silly gestures. As he told the story, Mino's face contorted with exaggerated expressions, his voice rising and falling with comedic timing. He was a natural-born storyteller, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably at his antics.

3 is still gossiping. [STATES...] A man is facing the computer while playing his favorite game, Rules of Survival (ROS). While he is constantly playing, his guardian is constantly telling stories to him. "Some people know that you here because you were born ugly. They brought you here to have plastic surgery." Diego told him. "No! I don't have any plastic surgery. I will punch them all! Argh!" said the man angrily who was just facing the computer and focused on what he was playing. "They say you look like a monster. Hahaha!" it's still a story but it's obviously insulting.

“That depends. Only if you are speaking truthfully.” There was no way he would know if I was lying or not, so I swiftly concocted a story. “Since I was young, I had the perfect family. We would always eat and pray together. I am focused on family, and that is what shaped me. My brother and I are very close. I am a person who enjoys reading, I am calm and collected, I think with my head and—” “Pfft.” He covered his mouth with his hand as if trying to stifle a laugh. “I must apologize, your fabricated story made me want to laugh.”

“I walk up to them, I lower my voice and put my face closer to their ear. Then I tell them what I would do to them.” “And what is that?” “I say that I would suck their fat cock, and I will ride them with my tight little pu—” I stop myself from continuing. I just realized who I am saying all of this to. He is bewildered. His shocked face breaks out into laughter. This is so fucking embarrassing, but I can’t shake the amusement I get from his laugh. He doesn’t sound as pained as he constantly looks. He makes a fake moan. “Papí… let me suck your fat cock!” he jokes, trying to mimic me.