Novel & Cerita Funny Narratives

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!”

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.

" Alfi exclaimed. I get irritated and pushing Alfi”s forehead with my index finger. "Hey, you little scum! Do you think I write a mere pure comedy story?! A story that focuses on 1 aspect won”t do any good! A story like Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso which has a sad story has a good comedy aspect to make people enjoy the story! And what do you mean by inferior story anyway? Your story is lower than this one! A Nijikon who doesn’t care about his life and he is a weirdo and perv? Hah! Don”t make me laugh!" I exclaimed irritated.

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.

He finally finished and the others laughed and cheered. “Awkward to admit, but that turned me on,” Elsa mused and the others laughed. “Who’s next?” The nasty stories went on and Saïda kept cringing over and over. Asahd laughed so hard at her. Saïda heard all sorts of things that she wasn’t even sure were possible. They amused and shocked her at the same time. Sometimes she would burst out laughing at the absurdity and oddness of the things she heard. ′Oh my! They are the sickest people ever! How is that even possible?? Eeeeeewwww.′

The ruling landed in Caius's hands on Friday. Sera knew this because the borderland network began carrying something within forty-eight hours. Not a formal filing. Not a legal challenge. Something older and less traceable. A narrative. It moved the way damaging narratives always moved. Not through official channels. Through the informal ones. The conversations between traders at borderland markets. The exchanges between pack messengers who carried more than letters. The specific velocity of a story designed to spread without accountability.

The usual playful banter was present, a comforting normalcy that helped to push the lingering anxieties of the past weeks to the background, at least for a little while. As we ate, the conversation drifted from pack business to more lighthearted topics. Jaxon recounted a particularly clumsy attempt by one of the younger wolves to learn to fly, his dramatic retelling punctuated by exaggerated gestures and sound effects that drew laughter from us all. Caden shared a funny anecdote about a territorial dispute with a particularly stubborn badger, his usually stoic demeanor softened by amusement.

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!

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.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.