Funny Moment Minecraft Novels & Stories

Kimmy said, pulling out a dusty pair of very pink, very fluffy cat ears. I chuckled, throwing myself into the game. For the next hour, we were lost in a frenzy of buttons, crashes, and near-misses. Nick kept shouting “red shell revenge!” every time someone took him out, and Kimmy was ruthless with the banana peels. Before long, I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, my worries slipping away in a haze of goofy friendship and endless teasing. For the first time in days, I felt almost like myself again.

Jake dismissed it with a wave of his hand. I surveyed our situation and burst out laughing. The guys looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. "Look at us," I blurted between bursts of laughter. "If anyone came over and asked what we were doing up in a tree, what on earth are we gonna tell them?" "Uh, there's a bear in our campsite," Drake quoted in a 'duh' tone. I pointed at him and continued laughing, my body shaking with mirth. "Come on, it's hard to believe you don't see anything funny in our predicament."

A lot of close-up detail. After a few moments of trying to make sense of what I was looking at, I started laughing. What an idiot. I had come to a strange fantastical world and turned myself into someone prepared to kill for porn. The other could probably hear my maniacal laughter and must have thought I’d gone insane. Maybe I had. I left the mouse porn in the little cave and made my way back out. Going up was a lot harder than coming down, but with Maurice and Dudley pulling me up, I finally returned to the surface, panting and sweating, covered in dirt.

He asks with a smile, soon then started giggling. Sucking in some air, with a hand on my stomach I managed to say, "That was the best umbrella I have ever used!" "Yes, true. This is the best among of all the umbrellas!" He continues to laugh, his ears are turning bright red and tears clouded up his vision. "Oh please, could you two stop laughing so loud!?" Somebody screams from the bunks, as we covered our mouths with our hands right away, then looked into each other's eyes. The moment Milo 'pft', the both of us had began laughing once again like there was no tomorrow.

Melody had finally stilled herself, though she had her hands over her face, as if she was afraid she might burst into another fit of giggles if she didn’t physically hold them in. “What is so funny?” he asked, turning to face her. “I honestly don’t know,” she replied, removing her hands from her face, though she was still on the cusp of losing it again. “It was just such a magical moment, cutting down my first tree, and then Michael yells, ‘Timber!’ I don’t know. Something about it just caught me off guard, I guess.” “He was just following directions,” Reid reminded her. “I know,” she giggled. “I guess that’s why I thought it was so funny.”

Freya landed face-first in a massive, deep puddle of brown mud left over from yesterday's rain storm. Dark, foul-smelling sludge exploded outward, splashing all over her white crop top and bare legs. Her arms flailed wildly in the muck as she tried to push herself up. Her hands slipped, and she face-planted right back into the dirt with a second, wetter squelch. For three seconds, the yard was dead silent. Then, I broke. "Pfft." A loud, genuine bark of laughter ripped from my throat. I clutched my stomach, doubling over as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I couldn't stop. It was the funniest, most satisfying thing I had seen in my entire life.

When the camera drew close to my face, it showed nothing but a twisted expression of horror. The comments all laughed at me. "Holy shit, I think I can meme her!" "Honestly, Joseph, I can't believe you went so far just to make Wendy happy!" "I can't believe Jessica wet her pants! I made sure to get a close-up! Anyone want it?" "Come on, show us already! Shut up and take my money!" "Hah, that's what she gets for trying to take Joseph. She should look in a mirror sometimes!" I left the group chat. The socials were worse. Joseph posted a status with a photo of me struggling in the air. He tagged Wendy. 'Another day, another happy moment for my princess.'

As though he hadn't just called me that, he handed over the money and winked at me before turning back to the man. "That's a hundred dollars. She keeps trying until she wins something." The smile that spread across the man's face was immediate. Unfortunately, after what felt like the hundredth attempt, I finally gave up and lowered the toy gun in defeat. "You are pretty bad at this." The comment came from a little boy standing nearby. Before I could even react, someone beside me burst into laughter. I turned and found Malcolm laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking. "Stop laughing," I fired at him, but that only made him laugh harder.