Funny Locations Novels & Stories

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

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I said grabbing the maps and moving them to the center of the table. After a couple hours of going back and forth and tossing ideas out, we finally had it down to 4 different locations: Sabah in Borneo, Harris in Scotland, Oahu in Hawaii, and St. Lucia. Charlie had given me a list of questions to ask my mate next time she connected with me to help narrow down this list even more. I was hoping she was just in Hawaii because it was the closest option but with the other 3 locations outside the country, the odds were not in my favor for that.

I couldn’t help a giggle that escaped. He cocked his head, and I looked up, meeting his gaze. “What on earth you thinking about?” he asked. “Well, it’s like back by the orphanage where I grew up. There were parks and theaters and stuff that anybody could go to. But all of the locals knew that if you wanted to see something fun and unique on Thursday nights, they had an open-to-the-public improv night at one of the all-ages clubs, and it was hilarious. “I was thinking that there has to be something like that here in Packhaven, something that the locals know that even a travel blogger wandering the streets and trying out cafes or whatnot wouldn’t necessarily come across.”

I slide in, the rich leather cool beneath my fingers. Our first stop is the local fun park. It’s not a huge, elaborate amusement park, but a charming, slightly-worn place with classic rides and a vibrant, cheerful atmosphere. The air hums with the joyful screams of children, the music from the carousel, and the enticing smell of popcorn and cotton candy.

she said, bouncing excitedly. Nathan scoffed. "Easy for you to say. You don’t remember last year's disaster, do you?" Penny gasped. "Disaster? That was fun!" "You literally got chased by a raccoon," Nathan deadpanned. Penny waved him off. "Minor inconvenience." I chuckled at their banter before turning back to the poster. "So, where’s the location this time?" Penny shrugged. "They haven’t announced it yet. But it’s always somewhere in Los Angeles."

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.

It’s like all the worries and stresses of the world just fade away when you’re surrounded by nature like this. We have some more wine and fall into an easy conversation about places that we would like to visit and places we don’t want to visit. I laugh when Freddy tells me he would never like to visit Japan because of how weird they seem to be if you are to believe everything you find on the internet—I’m crying when he tells me about vending machines that sell used panties. Suddenly, Freddy turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know what would make this even better?”

Forgot to tell you sooner. He had sent me messages almost three hours ago. I smile and reply. Me: That’s Ok! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. I didn’t feel like attending, so I skipped. As we reach home, I behold myself to receive some lame one-liner about skipping classes. Some of his jokes are funny, but sometimes these are so stupid it makes me chuckle, wondering why does he even bother? “Did you know that a waffle on a California beach is called a Sandy Eggo?” He had tried this joke last evening.

“People still like the old classic locations like prisons, asylums and old mansions.” “And Youtubers are already all over them. Doing exactly what you guys did there.” I shrugged. “The problem is that I’ve seen so many investigations at those traditional locations, they’re all the same. I could already guide tours at any of those places! Wanna hear about the Stanley Hotel cowboy? The suicide nurse at Waverly? Red Snyder at Moundsville Pen? Ida at Randolph County Infirmary? I mean, gimme a break.” “Didn’t you say you aren’t into paranormal stuff?” he teased, amused.