Humour Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh, I don’t know if I can top you accidentally spilling coffee on your boss!” Daniel chuckled. “Come on, try me!” “Well…,” she hesitated, then laughed, “there was this one time I tripped at work while carrying a huge stack of files. They went flying everywhere, and everyone just stopped to stare. I was mortified!” Daniel burst out laughing, and his laugh was so genuine that Sophia couldn’t help but laugh too. “Okay, that’s definitely on the list of ‘greatest hits’! But, hey, at least you didn’t spill coffee on anyone’s lap!”

Noah's tone grew comforting, "I'm sorry to hear that. They'll be fine, you know. They love each other." Jemma replied, "Yeah, I hope so." Noah sensed the need to lighten the mood. "You know what always makes me feel better when things are tough?" Jemma's curiosity piqued, "What?" "Jokes! Let me tell you one. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" Jemma chuckled, "I don't know, why?" "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Noah quipped. Jemma laughed, "You always know how to make me smile, Jimmy."

"Oh, I think the spirits might enjoy some good humour for once." Rhea stood there waiting for me but took a step back when she saw Xavier and me. I was too engrossed with Xavier's humour to notice Rhea's reaction, but she followed quietly behind us. As we walked, Xavier leaned closer to my ear, lowering his voice. "Speaking of humour, I learned a new joke in the Northern realms. Want to hear it?" I nodded, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards in anticipation. "Go on then." Xavier's eyes gleamed with the thrill of the punchline he was about to deliver. "What do you call a werewolf with a fancy scarf?" he asked.

“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

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

“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

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

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.

I start with a small giggle on my face. “I spent my day work all day, mmm at my family company” I laugh. “W-what! That was so boring” Z laughs. “Huh, and I got drunk in the middle of the night, in my bedroom floor, and woke up on couch all the time” I end. Both of us laughing because of the story, our faces are getting red because of the laugh. “Oh, my goodness! That’s insane!” Z tried to stop her laughs and leave a little giggle on her face. “Yeah, my life was insane!” I laugh softly.