Humorous Stories English Novels & Stories

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.′

Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me.

The wind had completely died down now. “Oh! I apologize,” He tried to calm himself and took a deep breath, “The purpose of writing these stories and passing them down is to let the oncoming generation know what kind of things can happen to us, what we have in us that makes us different from other people and the mistakes we shouldn't make-” He started snickering again, “The funny part is,” He tried to control his giggles, “We still end up in deep shit each time.” He started laughing out loud after that. He laughed so hard he fell to the side and laid on the grass with his hands over his face which he slowly brought up to move his hair back.

She then started laughing like crazy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. ” My body shaked as I heard the nursery rhyme. The way she sang it is so creepy that it made us shiver.

Don't you start with m-, shh answer his question. "I did, I already ate three times today but I'm just really stressed and when I'm stressed I get hungry and cranky," I explained and he nodded while sipping his beer. That beverage doesn't look nice right now. Why did I ever drink it? I vow to myself to never touch a beer ever again. "Oh okay. So as I was saying, Jamie didn't want to tell his annoying mother to fuck off so I did it for him, hilarious right?" He laughed and I looked at him confused. Which part of this sentence is funny?

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.

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.

“I might not have read your script, but with the way you spoke about it, I'm pretty sure it's brilliant and it'll do brilliantly well.” My gaze lifted to see him stunned with his eyes wide opened like I had told a ghost story. He blinked, then smiled. “That's actually quite encouraging. Thanks. I guess you're not that weird after all.” I scoffed. “I guess you're not that tough after all.” Several minutes later, we were still seated, having a great conversation. He narrated a story where he almost got beaten to death after pretending to have a gun so he could scare away some robbers. Somehow, he found a way to make the story hilarious, my amusement making my stomach hurt as I laughed heartily

I said, my voice a soft murmur. We dug into our meal, the rich flavors and textures awakening our senses. It was surprising how much appetite we both had, because we were almost done with all the food that was brought. Luca, in an attempt to lighten the mood, was telling me a story, something that had happened in his youth. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the grand space. His story was so ridiculous, so absurd, that I couldn't stop myself from falling into a fit of giggles.

“Red told me so much about you. Nice to meet you.” I was speechless, not knowing what to say. I hoped deep down that it was just a joke. And then I found out that it was not when the blonde pulled a photo from her purse. She showed me her nice family picture. I fluttered my eyelashes, listening to the story of how successfully she had gotten married and how happy she was.