Funny Anecdotal Novels & Stories

“Ade, maybe some stories are best left off the record, especially ones from outside campus.” Ade smirked, nudging Ashton with a knowing grin. “Man, you really need to chill more. Heard that word somewhere before—something about a certain cider-soaked night, huh?” Ashton raised a brow, the subtle jab hitting its mark. He didn’t say a word, but the flicker of amusement in his eyes said he definitely got the joke. Ade burst into laughter, clearly enjoying himself. Meanwhile, Mark leaned forward eagerly, eager for the juicy details. “Alright, spill it already! What’s this cider incident all about?”

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

The air was filled with their laughter as they retold splendidly outrageous and laugh inducing anecdotes. Sara launched the story, but with a dash of sweetness in her voice. “Austin presented me with a cup of coffee only for it to trip and spill all over my notes as if I am its clumsy oaf.” Austin interjected, he was doubtlessly sarcastic. “Of course no one could believe that Sara was reliable enough to observe a cup of coffee coming around.” Sara dodged with a smile that would not disappear from her face. “I don’t belittle your lack of intelligence; such is the case with some of the people.”

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

But here, in this small, slow-moving town, everything was personal. Colton made it worse. He talked easily, made me laugh without trying, and somehow managed to make the heat of the day a little less unbearable. We talked about stupid things—his favorite type of beer (cheap and cold), my favorite type of wine (expensive and red), and the worst jobs we’d ever had. He told me about working at a feed store when he was younger because he lost a bet, and how he once had to chase a goat around the property for over an hour. I told him about my short-lived stint as a bartender, and how I got fired for punching a guy who tried to grab me over the counter. I was seventeen, and not about to let that b

For example, it is not funny that I woke up in a strange bed with a strange man thinking we had done strange things while I was unconscious from too much drink--and yet he was laughing hysterically just a few moments before. Similarly, it is not funny that I cannot fit into his trousers with the roundness of my hips being as they are. I did not ask to borrow them, and yet here I am, awkward and uncomfortable. Thankfully, his guild friend, a sweet girl named Julie, had a few pairs that were able to work. And it's good that we found those because his last joke is the least funny of all. "A boy," I bark indignantly. "You have got to be joking."

I don't want to continue running my mouth about melancholic things. Enzo is honestly fun to be with. He's very talkative. It's like he never runs out of topics to ponder upon, no matter how trivial that may be. He made me really comfortable with him. "I can't imagine how humiliating that must be." I wiped the tears of joy from the corner of my eyes after laughing my heart out. He narrated his embarrassing experiences while studying in medical school—and that includes when his pants accidentally ripped while they're having a performance in their university's quadrangle.

"She only say Mama now." God. The evidence. Fair. The devastating evidence. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian smiled softly. God. And asked: "When you learned a new joke, what happened?" Fair. Lily blinked. Reasonable. "What?" God. "You told it a hundred times." Fair. Pause. Reasonable. Then: "Oh." God. There it was. Fair. The realization beginning. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian continued. God. "Peanut learned a new word." Fair. "So?"

He just nodded and smiled and moved on to something else Instead‚ he told me stories about his department at work that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my bruschetta. He told me about the time he accidentally sent a personal email to the entire company mailing list and had to sit through an HR meeting about appropriate workplace communication while three hundred people read his grocery list. He told me about his dog‚ a golden retriever named Biscuit who had eaten his couch cushions twice and he still couldn't bring himself to be mad about it.

I quickly looked down at my plate, my appetite disappeared. "Riley?" I looked up. Emelia was watching me. Her expression held quiet concern. "You okay?" "Oh." I forced a smile. "Yeah." "You got really quiet." "I'm just listening." Her gaze lingered for another second before she nodded. "If Tyler keeps talking, you'll hear enough embarrassing stories to blackmail Cole for years." Anna chimed "Please do," I encouraged. "I'll pay you." "Red." "I mean it." Everybody laughed again. Even Mr. Donovan, and suddenly I realized something. They had memories, years and years of them. Shared experiences, inside jokes, family vacations. Stories they'd retold a hundred times.