Romans & histoires Funny Narration

Still, as long as I or a body part don’t end up in a trophy case, this might seem as funny to me as it has to Lucy and Shannon. Eventually. “This is not funny, and I am not joking!” Thankfully or unfortunately, whichever works, ‘Jonathan’ chooses that moment to launch himself on a squirrel thinking it’s a bat. “DIE DEMON,” his sharp accented declaration is likely heard by the people in the lobby, it’s so loud. Not to mention every other person doing their best to avoid the lunatic as they walk through the thirty by thirty swing doors.

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.

He almost let out a deep breath and started telling the story. "That's because..." ************************** "What?!" "What?!" "Oh my goodness!" The three had almost the same reaction when they heard Furi's whole story. Nasher almost stopped sucking on the straw, while Kiko's jaw dropped when he heard it and Tanya's eyes widened in shock. The four were silent for a moment, while the girl looked around at the three in front of her now. A few moments later, the silence surrounding them was suddenly broken when Kiko laughed loudly, while Tanya and Nasher burst out laughing and just covered their mouths while suppressing their laughter.

Heh…Crack…Heh…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… Laughter. Sickening twisted maddening laughter. That was all Naraja could hear inside of him after the mysterious black-figure had said those words. Naraja didn’t know why, but he just wanted to beat this thing’s ass so painfully and brutally. Those words and that tone was all too ludicrous. It all just pissed him off to the fullest. Naraja: “Heh, heh. Yeah. Oh yeah. We can definitely reconcile right here and right now you worthless piece of shit!!”

> Gunner looked at the reporter directly. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "He said spoon," he said. "I said fork." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The small mob of reporters laughed. Gunner hadn't been aiming for funny. The line had arrived the way his best lines always did, without premeditation, from the part of him that operated faster than his temper and occasionally produced something that surprised even him. He registered the laughter with the brief involuntary satisfaction of a man who has landed something well, and then his mood came back around and covered it, and he was scowling again before anyone had time to notice the half second where he hadn't been.

I say jokingly. “You should,” Wren says, completely serious for half a second before breaking into a grin. Just like that, the tension in my shoulders eased another notch. We fell into easy conversation, the kind that didn’t require effort. Wren launched into a dramatic retelling of something that had happened in one of her lectures, complete with exaggerated voices and wild hand gestures, while Robin added dry, perfectly timed comments that made it even funnier. I laughed, and I mean really laughed for the first time since everything had started unraveling.

“Tell me all about it.” I obliged. “You are kidding right?” Naomi asked—as soon as I was done narrating the unreal event from start to finish—her cheeks threatening to burst from the amount of laughter she was holding in. “You know, you can laugh it out..” I muttered, rubbing my ears awkwardly in embarrassment, when she obeyed my order. Her boisterous laughter was tinged with incredulity. “So..let me get this straight..” She was still laughing, and her hands were making funny gestures in the air as she foraged for the right words to begin her speech.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

“You are funny.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I am also traumatized. I almost got eaten by wolves. I fell off a cliff. I ran through ghost trees. I saw dead people walking like they were on a normal stroll. And now I am talking to a naked stranger. So yes. I am funny. It is a coping mechanism.” She laughed. Actually laughed. Which annoyed me. “You think this is funny?” I demanded. “Yes.” “This is not funny. This is the worst day of my life.”

“There it is. I knew it. You’re secretly funny. It’s just buried under all that gloom.” “I’m not funny,” I muttered. “You are. Tragic and broody, sure — but funny.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please stop talking.” “Can’t,” he said brightly. “It’s a flaw. I talk too much when I’m nervous.” “You’re nervous?” “Extremely. You’re the most interesting person I’ve met in a long time. And I’m sitting here trying to make you laugh while also wondering if I should’ve left you alone.”