Funny Stories That Are True Novels & Stories

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

I rolled his eyes, "...Laugh all you want it's true" She couldn't breathe after laughing so hard her back looked like it hurt a bit, Just then the nurse came by and saw her laughing so hard and asked, "What's so funny dear?" Shit, she isn't supposed to know since she's human. "I was just telling her a joke to cheer her up ma'am" "May I hear it?' Shiiiiit

Keith seemed confused. “Where were you? Do you know my dad passed away” Said the young man. “Oh... You’re John… I was…. I was out of town!” Keith mumbled. “You were one of the closest persons to him. And you never went out of town. You were always around him” John complained. “He… Died.. I didn’t know.. When! How! I cant believe this” Keith turned around and pretended to cry.

During dinner, we all laughed and made jokes, and the light-hearted banter helped ease the tension that had built up inside me. James, the talkative and cheeky guy he was, decided to tease Lucas, "So, do you have any embarrassing childhood stories you want to share with us?" Lucas grinned, pretending to think for a moment. "Well, there was this one time when I was about five years old. I wanted to impress this girl, so I tried to ride my bike without training wheels... And it ended badly." "What happened?" I asked. "I ended up crashing and scraping my knee on the ground," Lucas cringed. "I still have a scar from it."

They were at a loss on how to handle themselves. "I pretended to be sick, coughing and sneezing all over the place," a much older pack member laughed and shook his head. “They had to leave my house as soon as possible. The stories came one after the other, crazier than the one before. Beneath the jokes and laughing, though, there was a feeling of victory.

“Married, three kids now. Life’s chaos, but you know, in a good way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Three kids? You’re braver than me. We’re just gearing up for our first, and I’m already terrified.” Greg laughed, the kind of belly laugh that made everyone around smile. “Oh, man, you’re in for it. But it’s the best kind of terrifying. Trust me.” He started sharing stories—how his youngest once painted the dog with peanut butter, how he’d accidentally put a diaper on backward in the middle of the night.

Even if we did stay and I let her make up some fake embarrassing stories, I don't want her 60 year old mind to go overboard and make me really embarrassed. If she's going to say an embarrassing story, I'll deal with the 'Peed in the bed' story, or a 'Calling my teacher Mama' story. One of my real embarrassing stories would be when my real grandma Dila Day, caught me masturbating in my room when I was sixteen and let me tell you, dinner that night was really awkward. We had to hold hands to pray for our food and guess who's hand I was holding?...Grandma Dila. Ever since that day, grandma Dila made sure to never sit by me at the dinner table ever again.

“He stretches every story until it barely sounds true.” “Oh, come on,” Devon complained, throwing both hands into the air as everyone looked at him. “One little exaggeration and suddenly I'm the liar around here?” “One?” another warrior asked, trying not to laugh as he looked across the fire at Devon. “Mate, you've never told a story only once. Every time you repeat it, something new magically happens.” “That,” Devon said, placing a hand dramatically over his chest as though he'd been deeply offended, “is called good storytelling.”

“God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.” “Wrong.” He took a sip of his wine, eyes sparkling with dry humor. “I read the trashy ones on airplanes. The last one had a billionaire who fell for his maid. Sound familiar?” She kicked him lightly under the table. “Asshole. My turn. When I was nine, I told everyone at school I was secretly a princess from a tiny island no one could find on the map. I even made up an accent.” Nico chuckled, low and warm. “That’s adorable. I once convinced my entire fourth grade class that I could talk to ghosts. They believed me for a whole week until I got caught making moaning noises in the bathroom.”