Funny Inspirational Short Stories Novels & Stories

" I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. "You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspi

she narrated. She always loved it whenever someone was there to listen to her silly stories, she loved sharing small, hilarious and awkward moments of her life with her closed ones. Though, Irtaza was nowhere close to her, but these days, he was just around her and she wanted to tell her experiences to someone and him being a bit lenient gave her enough comfort to share the short stories with him, but that didn't mean she trusted him.

“Leave me, if you do not want to talk now, whenever you are ready, I will be there for you” To make me happy he told me about one of his remarkable experiences in farming, when he was about ten years of age, he went to the farm with one of his father’s workers, the father used to employ workers to help him on his farm. He went with the man from the eastern part of the country, they were to cut a bush, almost like a forest because the place had been left fallow for a long period. It was during the rainy season. They were to use the farm for planting yam. “We were cutting the bush in the rain”. It is believed that farmers should never be afraid of rain nor sunshine. “We continued cutting until

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!

His smile, a warm crescent, invited her to join in. "As a travel writer," he continued, "I've learned that the best stories hide in unexpected places.” Sheila's laughter spilled out, a melodic surprise. "Like the hidden café in Paris with the world's best croissants?" His eyes crinkled. "Exactly! You're a kindred spirit." Their conversation began to weave a spell, each sharing tales of adventure and mishaps. Sheila found herself leaning in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I stumbled upon a secret beach in Bali."

“I might not have read your script, but with the way you spoke about it, I'm pretty sure it's brilliant and it'll do brilliantly well.” My gaze lifted to see him stunned with his eyes wide opened like I had told a ghost story. He blinked, then smiled. “That's actually quite encouraging. Thanks. I guess you're not that weird after all.” I scoffed. “I guess you're not that tough after all.” Several minutes later, we were still seated, having a great conversation. He narrated a story where he almost got beaten to death after pretending to have a gun so he could scare away some robbers. Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

Puns, witty one-liners, and humorous anecdotes filled the air, each punchline punctuated by Selena's laughter. In those moments, the power of humor became a beacon, guiding us through the emotional labyrinth. Selena's laughter, once mingled with tears, now became a melody of resilience—a testament to our ability to find joy even in the face of heartache. As the evening unfolded, I realized that sometimes, the best way to heal is not only through comforting meals but also through the shared magic of laughter and companionship. The Canadian adventure, marked by twists and turns, continued to unveil the strength of our connection—one meal, one joke, and one shared moment at a time.