Funny Books For Kids Novels & Stories

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

'You know Luke, according to scientific facts on the study of teenager behaviour, it has been proven that a remark like yours means you deeply admire the subject in question and inwardly wish to be or surpass the person. She closed her book. He scoffed. 'Nerd!' 'Statements like that only proves you feel put down and your brain responds with a reply of it's own to even you and the person conversing with you. So in a summary you feel challenged by me,' she told him plainly as she smiled wickedly at him. 'Gosh you're so boring!' Luke mocked her. 'That's what too much books does to a person.' Janet grinned, clutching her book. 'Actually Luke, reading helps broaden your knowledge and you become i

She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily. "What's that?" He lay down, wrapping his arms around her legs. He moved her hand from her belly to his head. "Tell me." 'God, baby, your dad is jealous of you.' As she stroked his hair, she began telling the tale. "It's a children's story. You really don't know it, love? It's about a rabbit who races against a turtle." The book she was holding was a collection of classic fables-popular bedtime stories or early reading practice for preschoolers. The short text, accompanied by bright illustrations, made it easy for kids to enjoy.

"Volunteers for what? Militia?" "No. For the library. Reading to kids. Or shelving books." Cale frowned. "I am not a librarian." "You like books. You like order. You like silence. It's perfect." "Children are chaotic variables. They are sticky. And loud." "They're also funny. And they need someone to read them stories." "I do not know stories." "You can read them facts. 'Did you know the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second?' They'll love it."

Comic Relief Just as the house settled into uneasy quiet , Aubrey’s middle child ran into the living room in pajamas, holding a plastic dinosaur. “Look!” the boy shouted. “My dinosaur is eating homework!” He shoved the toy into Sandra’s notes, growling loudly. Sandra groaned. “Hey! That’s Gray’s Anatomy, not Jurassic Park.” Even Abby laughed this time, shaking his head. “At least the kid has the right idea—dinosaurs over cadavers.” The laughter was brief but real, and for that night, it softened the weight pressing on them all.

Ava said instead as she gazed at the clouds. Judith cocked an eyebrow at her looking a bit amused because she knew Ava bunked classes and she never liked school. "Why? If I may ask," Judith said. "She even asks questions in a formal tone," Luke snorted quietly. Ava turned, landing her seemingly orange eyes on Judith's peach like ones. She grinned. "Just think of all the pranks I could pull," Ava laughed. "I'll sneak out of class and paint the public train when no one's looking, I still have some spare spray paint cans left."

Deborah had said, though they both knew she had already been sneaking glances at her textbooks when no one was watching. Just like every night since she had gotten there four days ago, Liam cuddled her in his large bed and read funny stories to her until she could laugh no more and fall asleep in his arms. He had an entire collection of 6 books now, everything from silly jokes to absurd short stories. Some of them were terrible, so bad they circled back around to being funny again. Last night, he had read her a story about a man who accidentally joined the circus and ended up as a terrible clown. She had laughed so hard her sides hurt, and for those moments, the fear had retreated completely

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."