Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

He held it by the tips of his fingers, as far away from his body as possible. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He was so angry, but the sight of him holding that thing like it was a rotten fish was ridiculous. "What is so funny?" he sneered. "Nothing," I lied, keeping my face straight. "I can feel your emotions," he said, his voice a flat statement. My chin shivered. Then, the laughter burst out. "Ha-ha-ha… AH!"

Laughter fills my chest and as it bubbles up I am unable to stop it. Tears fill my eyes as I laugh. This situation really isn't funny, but I can't seem to stop myself. Here we are in the middle of the forest looking for dragons. Now we have one hunting us with his little army. All of this and the first thing that comes to mind is the type of guy I am into. The utter ridiculousness of the situation just seemed to manifest itself in laughter and tears. Truthfully, all I feel is fear. A deep overwhelming amount of fear because of the danger I have put my best friend in.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

I Must Be Crazy I burst into laughter, placing my ice cream sandwich on the empty space by my side which was already melting in my hands and making it sticky. Of all the jokes that my boyfriend has attempted to make, this was by far the funniest. “Oh, my goodness. That was such a funny joke. You are getting the hang of this emotions thing.” I hit his chest lightly with traces of laughter on my lips and attempted to pick up my ice-cream sandwich again. Vegas must be getting to him for him to play this kind of joke. I heard that being in Vegas often makes one act out of the ordinary. Coupled with the fact that he was still getting a hang of these emotions thing. He must be like a kid at an ice

What the fuck? Sweet sixteen, my foot! I am a twenty-eight-year-old adult who is crying out loud, and I need to get a grip on this forbidden feeling! “I have no time for your silly jokes! Get your ass moving to the car before I change my mind and leave you here.” I say that and turn to leave while still battling with my emotions. Even my heart is throbbing differently for the first time in my twenty-eight years. It never thumbed like this, even for Leon. Some kind of evil power ought to have possessed me, Sha! This is not happening. I mean, how on freaking earth?

Then move and stop again before her text comes in. Iris: “Is that a threat?” Me: “It's a promise, Bunny.” Iris: “I hate you.” Me: “Hate is a feeling - a strong emotion even. So is it safe to say you have strong feelings for me?” Iris sent the sticker of a woman about to vomit. Me: “You weren't acting that way when I was stuffing you full with my dick or when you were having dinner with me yesterday.” Iris: “Feelings can change at any time.”

"And it was the funniest shit ever, especially when you looked around to make sure no one saw you!" I glare at the fairy who belts out laughter, smiling so radiantly that I'm confident the skin on his face will crack. I hate being made fun of, but strangely enough, I can't seem to stay angry at Sleepy. It's like the bitter emotion is vaporizing and disappearing into thin air, replaced by something warm and soft instead.

I said suddenly curious Wyatt was still on the floor so Reed slowly made his way over to us. “Use me” He is all he said I turned to look straight at him, I imagined opening the door to his feelings. He was feeling pissed off, nervous, worried and a little hungry. Lets try humor since it is the opposite of what he is feeling right now. I imagined taking humor off a shelf and shoving it through the door. Reed broke out in a fit of laughter. He fell over on the ground holding his stomach laughing like a 3-year-old when you tickle them, that deep belly laugh.

" he added, only to laugh afterward. The anger filled my heart with tears. I grip my hand, stopping the anger to filled to the top. "...how does it feel of getting a taste of your own medicine? Is it sour? Or sweet? Or bitter? Eenie-meenie-miny mo!" Finn laughed hysterically, like a fool dumb man. Or am I the fool?

"You are? 'Cause my ass feels kind of sore..." She chuckled. "I am. And sorry about your ass!" She scrunched up her noise at the word 'ass'. He laughed, loud and smooth, it unnerved her. She wasn't even funny. "Ass," he drawled, tasting the word on his tongue. "Why does it sound funny when you say it?" "Because it's a funny part of the body." Turning to look out the window, inorder to hide her grin. Why were they talking about ass?