Funny Edits Novels & Stories

After the last video ended, she turned and asked him what he thought. "It's a little rough, but I know that will change after editing," he said. "I like it though." "Now, we'll obviously edit out the parts that you can hear me talking, and we're going to add music and things like that. We're also going to edit out the unflattering parts where we get a close up of your asshole, or things. He nodded. "I really like how big my dick looks." She grinned, "Heck, me too."

he takes the courage to bring me another bad news. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me there are cameras inside the suite?” I shockingly question him. “No, but this isn’t better either. They edited out the video and manipulated it to make you look bad,” he warns me then shows me another one. This time, I am looking at myself acting out and belittling a mere employee. With their good editing skills, they took out the whole context and made me the next face of “Karen” in Key Largo. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I couldn’t cry, so I’ll just laugh.

"It sounds disgusting when you say it like that." Edmond dropped his fork, trying his best to rein his laughter. It was valid but he was failing. I had never seen him this happy. And I didn't want him to stop laughing so I joined him. We laughed for several minutes until we were reduced to tears. When it was over we were gasping for breath but we were still laughing hard. Finally, when our throats started to burn, Edmond calmed down enough to talk again. His voice sounded funny. "I have to take a photo of this." "Don't." I protested. "I look like a grinch right now."

Case took a deep breath as he started to say, "Aren't you happy you got others to laugh at me? You accomplished your task, didn't you!" The moment he said that, the laughter diminished quite a bit. Fane raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he was saying. Case's expressions had changed quite a few times, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Fane did not expect him to say something like that. It was strange.

I thanked him so much, and told him he didn’t have to go through all that stress, but Trent would always be Trent when it comes to me. Soon it was lunch break and Emma and I was seated at a table having lunch while we scrolled through our phones. Soon my eyes caught something, it was some pictures and videos of the little scandal from yesterday, Emma and I kept on watching the fart video as it was so hilarious. The editor of this video did a great job with the emojis and different expressions, it was even funnier than when it happened live. Everyone in the cafeteria kept looking at us like we were mad, but of course we cared less about them.

Maybe I will feel the same if I realize I unnecessarily shared something with someone. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, looking everywhere but me. “Maybe you weren't as good at photo editing as I am.” I try to tease him, hopelessly hoping he will stop feeling awkward. “Speak for yourself, Brown.” He retorts back, “Adding some stupid filters and adding your head on funny images doesn't make you a pro editor.” “Hey! That's called art.” I defend myself. My I*******m is a mess. For the life of me, I can't make aesthetic posts. All the photos I uploaded are either funny edits of my friends on their birthdays or myself. Yeah, I have no social media life. Thinking about

Thinking it might be something amusing, I clicked play—and immediately realized something was very wrong: "Hey everyone! Since we're a small establishment with limited staff, we want to apologize to any customers we may have accidentally offended. I believe there are more good people than bad in this world, so we've been trying to stay positive about the recent accusations from competitors claiming our food safety standards are subpar. But today, we discovered the situation isn't as simple as we thought... or perhaps not as complicated..." What followed was an edited clip that, despite blurring our faces, I immediately recognized as Lillian and me.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

Ruby frantically flipped through the pages, looking for a funny part that didn’t exist, until Ed smiled amusedly and took the book from her hands. “I finished this book in less than a day, and I know there’s no funny part in it. Next time, you should find a more believable excuse if you want to lie.” Ed closed the book and lightly tapped it against Ruby's head, amused by her silliness. “OW!” Ruby reflexively cried out because the area that had been tapped was still sore. “Huh?” Ed was surprised because he knew he hadn’t hit her hard—just a gentle nudge. “What’s wrong with your head?” Ed inquired as he bent down to examine his head.

The laugh cut off instantly. I frowned, leaning forward on the sofa. Glitch, I told myself. Just a compressed audio error. I unpaused it. The movie continued, but the laughter returned a few seconds later, layered underneath the dialogue. It was mocking, a rhythmic he-he-he that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.