Funny Narration Novels & Stories

If she moved, he might lose it. “Are you done?” There was only silence. “Nolan, can I tell you a joke? I promise that you’ll calm down.” She heard ‘OK’ from behind her, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “A cube of sugar was walking toward the North Pole, and when it got there, it felt really cold and was frozen solid, so it became rock sugar.” Nolan was rendered speechless. The woman excitedly continued. “I have another one. A cabbage started to strip while it walked, and after a few steps, it disappeared!”

I burst into laughter as I narrated, holding my abdomen. "Come again girl, you said what to him?" Gina laughed like an old woman. "I didn't know, I mean I didn't know... It just came out wrong" I laughed again. "Wow. You are mean babe. I like that." Gina gave a wicked smile of acknowledgement, nodding slowly continuously.

"Planting yourself in the narrative substrate? I’ve seen supernovas with more self-preservation instinct." I had no body to laugh with, so my amusement manifested as a ripple through the nascent stories around us, turning a budding tragedy about a lost crown into a comedic romp about a misplaced hat. "You’re one to talk. You took a job as the universe’s full-time, unpaid editor. Did you even get a benefits package?"

I narrated with a croaky voice that definitely made me sound like a homicidal maniac. Billy's eyes opened wide as he stared at me catatonically. "Please stop!" He pleaded in fear. I laughed hard as I knew that I'd gotten him good. He sneered at me contemptuously as I mocked his discomfort. "It's not funny..." He protested. "Actually it is... Maybe you're just too nerdy, that's why your brain can't process dark humor." I shot at him. Proud of myself for successfully terrorizing him, I turned the chair around and leaned back while I watched him.

Lost. He felt like a grandpa narrating tales to his grandchildren as he shared parts of the story of his life with his colleagues during work. Darryl will pause him occasionally to go to his office, do one or two things, and return to press play so much so that by the end of the day, Mason's throat was parched and his head hammered thunderously.

I also started eating since I'm also hungry, but just in a moderate manner, not as fast as them! I thought we could eat quietly, but I was wrong! Even if they're mouth's full with foods, they're still able to talk and laugh at the moment. The laughter of Dwyne’s best buddies, further accompanied by Hilary’s laughter and storytelling made the whole restaurant almost exploded by noise they're making. Sometimes I laugh too. As they tell their stupidities in their past, how epic is their past-relationship had. I can't say it is twisted, because it's funny! Very very funny!

His jovial attitude was jarring. Devrim thought that perhaps the Councilman was drunk, but then he remembered that Zan rarely drank at all. Something else was happening. "Pardon?" He asked. The Guardian carried on loudly, "Is it not amazing how a work of fiction can cause so much gossip! Perhaps they should have added a flying cow or a swimming chicken to make the play more believable!" Those around Zan pretended not to listen, but Devrim could clearly see the amused smiles on their faces at his words.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

I joked. “Enjoy what?” “Women throwing themselves at you.” Nathan frowned. “It’s really annoying, trust me,” he replied, typing on his phone. “Sure” “She’s fired when we land.” I burst out laughing, “You’re joking, right” “I’m not.” Nathan looked dead serious. “Oh my god,” I shook my head, laughing. “They were right.” Nathan looked around, confused. “Who is right?” “You do have a talent for firing people”

"Freak" a laugh sounds as my shoulder meets my locker. The sharp sting easily shaken off. "Poor little orphan Annie" Serena's voice sounds, her pathetic entourage laughing as she keeps walking. "Can't blame her parents for dumping her, who would want to look at that everyday?" her friend adds, all of them cracking up like it's a clever new joke.