Funny Experience Novels & Stories

Maxine was just helping me with removing the stain "OMG Don't tell me you're a mom already? who's the father? hahaha just kidding'" I want to slap Ella right now, grrrrrrr. "Well, I bumped into someone as I turned on the corner of the stairs, then we both fell to the ground and the milk spilled on my polo." They just all nodded from my explanation because they all know that I have some clumsy moments like running and then bumping to people. "I'm just going to close my coat, so it won't show" Yes you heard me guys, we have school coats

Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

“Actually, it was fun. We went paintballing, and I kicked their assess royally” Yes – pun intended. Millie laughs, but I also see the curiosity in her gaze.

Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

They all laughed at my silly jokes which lessen my nervousness. “That’s fine young lady, and just by looking at your face and curvy body, we know and we could tell already that you’re going to hit big, which is you’re already big” Again the room filled with laughter. An elegant and formal meeting turns to be a talk show where they all asked me questions about my experience and the works I had done in Europe and in the Americas. I can see Hadrian smiling widely on his cheer as the guest were entertained by my silly jokes and some boring stories.

"And how did that go?" Layla's laughter tinkled like wind chimes. "Well, we went on a date to a fast-food joint, and I was so nervous that I spilled ketchup all over my white shirt. It was mortifying!" I couldn't help but join in her laughter, picturing the awkward scenario. "Oh, Layla, that's classic. But hey, it's those awkward moments that make for the best stories." As we danced and shared more tales of teenage awkwardness, Layla leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, Henry, did you ever have an awkward 'first time' experience?"

A window into how drunk and stupid people can be,? The truth is, yes you get spilled on, yes you rise and fall at unhuman hours in the day and yes its minimum wage. But you know what? It’s fun. I’m by far one of the happiest people in my entire course these days because, despite dragging myself around on the floor of our lectures in the early mornings, I always have a hilarious story to tell about what happened at work last night, besides, I don’t get bullied by anyone, I’ve left that horrible life behind me, and now I’m surrounded by a few friends who treat .e like family.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

Specific and unguarded and arriving with the natural rhythm of someone who had relaxed sufficiently into an evening to let the actual texture of their experience surface without editing it first. He told me about a disaster involving a kitchen he had been responsible for at a point in his life he described only as before, which I noted and filed without examining, where a sequence of events so improbable that the improbability was itself the point had resulted in an outcome so comprehensively wrong that the only available response had been to start entirely over. He told it with the specific comic precision of someone who had achieved enough distance from the original experience to find it g

I was sitting on a bench with Byron while Skyr ordered food for us. “Here.” Byron says as he hands me a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I said and lifted my face a bit to drink. Byron settled on beside me as his head kept on turning from side to side to observe our surroundings. “You know, I think I kind of like this place. But I do have a question. Why do your people see near death experiences as fun? I mean, for us it is not, but for them, they could potentially die from riding those hazardous rides.”