Humorous Stories English Novels & Stories

Emily could only stifle her laugh as some people shared hilarious stories of how they got into the company. “I got mine at the grocery store.” someone announced. ‘What!!” another exclaimed. “Yeah, I was in line waiting to pay this obnoxious cashier. I got the email, dumped my groceries and ran out. I'm pretty sure I looked a hell lot of crazy.” The table erupted in cackles at his dramatic gestures. “What about you, Emily ? What were you doing when you got in?” Emily froze as all attention turned to her. “Ummh, I was….I was home.” the words stumbled out of her mouth.

I managed to come up with something, laughing nervously and silently hoping Marcus would buy my lie. "We get that a lot. He looks like our grandfather while I look like our dad." Marcus replied and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as he bought the lie I just told. "It's nice to finally meet you, Julian. I have heard a lot about you." I smiled, holding my hand out for him for a shake. "Likewise. I do hope they are all nice things though." He smirked as he took my hand. “Of course.” I breathed out.

It flowed with the same surprising ease it had through text messages. Books. Travel. Embarrassing childhood stories. Favourite films. The conversation drifted effortlessly from one subject to another without either of them needing to force it. At one point Amelia laughed so hard at one of Jake's stories about accidentally presenting architectural drawings upside down during an important meeting that coffee almost came out of her nose. "I'm so sorry," she spluttered. Jake grinned. "There you go again." "What?" "Apologising." She blinked. "I did, didn't I?"

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

He just nodded and smiled and moved on to something else Instead‚ he told me stories about his department at work that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my bruschetta. He told me about the time he accidentally sent a personal email to the entire company mailing list and had to sit through an HR meeting about appropriate workplace communication while three hundred people read his grocery list. He told me about his dog‚ a golden retriever named Biscuit who had eaten his couch cushions twice and he still couldn't bring himself to be mad about it.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

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

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.