Funny Jokes Short Stories Novels & Stories

Hugging her, he coaxed, "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. I'll tell you a real joke. One day, an elephant stepped on an ant hill. "The ants were furious and swarmed out of their home, planning to kill the elephant. They crawled toward the elephant's leg, but the elephant shook its leg, and the ants all fell to the ground. "Only one ant successfully climbed up to the elephant's neck. The other ants cheered. They shouted at the ant, 'Great work! You're the best! Strangle it! Strangle it! Strangle it!' "Encouraged by their high spirits, the ant thought that it could strangle the elephant for real. But after searching around the elephant's neck, it turned back to look at its tiny friends on the g

“Oh, Trisha just told the funniest joke.” Fiona raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A joke? From Trisha? This I’ve gotta hear.” “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get it,” Trisha said, still grinning. “Alright, here goes. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Fiona blinked, trying to think. “I dunno. Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts!” Trisha finished with a flourish, proud of herself. Kathryn cracked up again, and Fiona couldn’t help but join in, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, that’s bad, but it’s funny. You should be a stand-up comedian, Trisha.”

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

she wailed uncontrollably, frantically clawing at Vanessa's clothes. Everyone in the room was stunned. "What are you doing?" Vanessa screamed as she struggled. "Let go, you insane woman! Investments always come with risk! How is it my fault if you lost money?" "Investments?" I scoffed coldly. I pulled out a thick stack of bank statements from my bag and slammed them onto the dining table. "You call these 'investments', Vanessa?" I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone.

He stated his boundaries, making Cam and I laugh lightly. "Fine." "So Cam, I've got new jokes for you." "Alright, let's hear them." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The interrupting cow." "Did you get that joke from the cartoon 'Home'?" Cam laughed. "Gee, I hoped you wouldn't know it." Rodney clapped his forehead and we all laughed.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

He suddenly starts laughing like I just told the funniest joke in the world. “Here with two people that we suddenly just met, wow that is the funniest thing I have heard all day, no, all my life.” Walking away from me like he is about to walk out of the garage, I block his path and try really hard not to shove him against the wall and kill him right where he stands.