Funny Things To Put On Story Novels & Stories

Everyone was happy until they played a game which they shouldn’t have The fun they were having wasn’t enough for them, they desired for some scare and that they got. They decided to tell each other spooky stories. The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid

Alfi asked. "Hey, it”s a part of the story. It”s called filler, a short story that doesn’t relate to the main story. Then why did I put it? It”s because I had no idea what to write, so to avoid the reader”s bad review for me slacking off, I decided to put Kiki”s story to attract them." I explained "But why his story? I would agree if it were Herman”s or Kartika”s. Anyway, it”s a comedy fantasy story, right? We just don”t need such an inferior story!" Alfi exclaimed.

That had made Sof fearful of the night. "Come in," I always said, "I'll tell you a story." And then I would make up the most random story that popped in my mind and add my twist to it. It always made her giggle and laugh out loud, which was all I had ever wanted. "There once used to live a handsome mosquito," I started. "A handsome mosquito?" She laughed. "Of course, why not? And he was in love with a leech." I said and she looked amused.

The lump in my throat won't let me speak without crying, so I say nothing. "Let's think of something else," he encourages. "Um… remember that door decorating contest the apartment complex sponsored and the snowman I made out of cotton balls?" I giggle before I can stop it. "And the rain storm that came through as soon as you put the finishing touches on." "And all the cotton balls got wet and eyes and mouth looked like they were bleeding because the paper got wet and made the marker run," he adds. We both start laughing now. "And the bird that decided the real carrot nose was a great place to perch and poop - "

“A funny one, huh? Let me think.” I make a show of tapping my chin, and their giggles fill the room. “Once upon a time,” I begin, “there was a tiny wolf pup who thought he was the biggest and bravest in the forest. He decided he didn’t need his pack, so he went on an adventure alone.” Their eyes widen, and I tell them about the pup’s misadventures—getting stuck in a hollow log, tricked by a clever squirrel, and chased by an angry goose. By the time I finish, they’re laughing so hard they’re clutching their bellies.

“We could… sneak into his palace and hide stinky herbs in his fancy clothes so he smells bad all day.” I smirked. “Or put itching powder in his crown.” “Or turn him into a toad!” Caleb said, bouncing. “Then put him in a jar!” I rolled my eyes. “We can’t turn people into toads.” Caleb crossed his arms. “Maybe you can’t. But I bet Mom can.” We both snickered into our pillows. But then the laughter faded, and I felt that heavy thing in my chest again.

Then added, “We still need a new fan though.” Franc laughed. “I’ll add it to the next shelf.” 🌻 Ready for Part 16 next? We could follow a new surprise—a letter from someone unexpected, a festival that brings out hidden feelings, or a quiet day that turns life-changing. You steer, I shape. Let’s keep this story blooming.

Hi Lovians, So, we cannot just write boring story lines when you are paying to read right? Let's spice things up, shall we? 💋🫣😏😏

he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" she asked, her voice curious. Mino took a deep breath, launching into a ridiculous tale about the time he accidentally superglued his shoes to the floor during a school assembly. He mimed the actions, making her laugh with his silly gestures. As he told the story, Mino's face contorted with exaggerated expressions, his voice rising and falling with comedic timing. He was a natural-born storyteller, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably at his antics.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the