Hilarious Long Stories Novels & Stories

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

He leaned back in his chair, a content sigh escaping his lips. Brian chuckled a soft rumble that sent chills down my spine. "Speaking of adventures," he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips, "I've had my fair share of crazy moments. But there's one story that always takes the crown. It's so outlandish, I can hardly believe it happened to me.”

" 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.

Like they were the only two people in the room. I should have been happy for her. I wanted to be. She’d been single for over ten years since Dad died, and Richard was actually a good man. He treated her right. He made her laugh. He never made her feel small. But instead of happiness, all I felt was displaced. Like I was watching someone else’s fairytale while my own life quietly fell apart. Freshly graduated. No real job. Drowning in student debt. Sitting here in a fancy dress watching my mom get her second chance only made everything feel heavier.

I was supposed to be dealing with it, not falling apart every time someone asked me how I was doing. Harper seemed to understand that I wasn’t going to answer. She didn’t push. Instead, she asked, “Tell me about your father.” I took a breath. “What do you want to know?” “Anything you want to tell me.” I thought for a moment. “He was funny.” A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it. “He thought he was funnier than he actually was.” Harper smiled too. “He’d tell the same stories over and over. Even when everyone had heard them already.”

Nathan and Miranda understood that storytelling held immense power—a power to heal, to inspire, and to create lasting change. Motivated by this realization, they set out on a mission to document and share these stories of resilience. Through captivating interviews, powerful photographs, and poignant narratives, they aimed to create a platform that celebrated the triumphs of the human spirit. They believed that by amplifying these stories, they could reshape societal perceptions, break down barriers, and foster a greater sense of empathy and understanding.

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 body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando. When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration. That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker. I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life. “Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.