Hilarious Long Stories Novels & Stories

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

she soberly said. Immediately Belinda was done talking, Rita burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed her ribs out while the other party looked as serious as any other thing. To Rita, they looked like clowns who had come to snatch her 6 years old baby from her; everything was indeed laughable to her. After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time.

she said and I moved away from her a bit. “What?” I asked. “You know how he never ages? People say he uses other people to elongate his life,” she continued. In the seriousness of it all, I couldn't help it and I burst out laughing. Hilda frowned at my reaction but that only made the whole thing funnier. “I…I'm sorry,” I said amidst my laughing fit as I clutched my stomach. I laughed for a good three minutes before the laughter died down and I stood upright. “Did I crack a joke?” She asked with a frown.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

"Why? So hard to believe I could get married and have a baby?" "It's not that..." He trailed off, like his brain was short-circuiting. "It's just—you and Lex were engaged for years. You liked him. How could you suddenly marry someone else? You're lying, right?" I couldn't help it—I laughed. Why does everyone think I'm lying? Marriage is a big deal. Why would I joke about that? "It's true," I said after a pause. "When we have the wedding, I'll send you an invite."

She pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay, enough with the sappy stuff before I break out in hives. Want to hear a joke?” I laughed shaking off the heaviness of the conversations "Sure hit me” She launched into a ridiculous story about a goose that somehow got stuck in a wedding cake and by the time she was done I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. Once the laughter died down we slipped into a more relaxed conversation. I told her about the explosion at the HQ. “Have you heard anything new about it?"

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“Damn! You are the worst person to be here. I'm supposed to be crying or drinking away my sorrows but you are making me laugh. If my wife sees me now, she will think I'm happy to call it quits. What's wrong with you?” “Drink Noah Haper and keep your mouth shut. I'm sure you can't wait for me to begin my hilarious stories. A lot happened on my last trip and you will be laughing out your lungs when I'm done. Listen, have fun now that I'm here, laugh while it lasts and you are free to cry on your bed at night, okay?” “Silly boy!” Noah said and they both laughed again.

My usual energy was completely drained. Lillian, mistaking my fatigue for sadness, tried to cheer me up in the elevator. "Want to hear a joke? A wolf was heartbroken after a breakup. While hunting for food, he passed a wooden cabin and heard a father scolding his crying son, 'If you don't stop crying, I'll throw you outside to feed the wolf!' The wolf waited all night, but nobody came out. At dawn, the dejected wolf muttered, 'Men are such liars!'" I stared at her flatly. "That's not funny at all."