Humour Stories Novels & Stories

they complained. At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever. she hesitantly has her hand and spoke: What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke? The teacher loved the Idea. The money grubbers found it a very good idea. The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition. She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

Samaira looked at him with a deadpan face as he stood up and discarded the bandages in the bin, then sanitised his hands and looked at her, had it been Shain or someone else who would’ve told her this so called ‘famous’ story which she had never heard before, she would have laughed, however, it was Siddharth Kapoor the ever royal, ever elusive and ruthless man who had told it to her Siddharth looked at her face, her dead look of shock, then suddenly she burst out laughing, not because the story was funny, but because he looked weird when he talked like this “Mr. Kapoor, where did you hear such a story?,” she continued laughing heartily, Siddharth’s gaze landed on the arch of her neck as she

Zain said casually as if he just did not do something stupid. Varun burst out laughing and everyone at the table looked at him. "Shit. Sorry" Varun said while controlling his laugh but could not and looking at him even Zain burst out laughing making me roll my eyes. How come these creatures are my friends? I asked myself looking at them who were laughing like hyenas. "Are you two okay?" I heard sweet voice coming from Corgi and I looked at her who was looking concerned staring at my best friends. "Oh, they are completely fine, it's just that normal people get panic attacks and these two get Laughing attacks" Aarav said waving his hand as if it's not a big deal and this time the whole table b

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

They’ve even fallen to a routine, which is singing, storytelling and laughing, eating, light drinking, repeat. And it doesn’t come as a surprise that Logan shares plenty of his anecdotes. He thinks that he doesn’t sound stupid in at least one of them. But hey, he doesn’t have to know that until the right time comes. “I have a sensitive soul, you know,” he laments jokingly. “When you say it like that, I become deaf to any good parts of your story,” Megan retorts and almost instantly, everyone falls into howls of laughter.

He asked, signaling the bartender. We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment. He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter. “You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes and my belly hurt from laughing so much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. This was exactly the joke I needed to get out of the terrible mood I was in. By the time I was done laughing, I cleared my throat. “Thanks for making me laugh bestie. That was exactly what I needed. Your impeccable sense of humour.” I complimented. Taking in a deep breath, she whispered shakily. “I know right, just that I’m goddamn serious and I have two weeks left before I become a baby machine to someone who is of the same age as my father.”

The first woman to draw a prompt burst out laughing as she read it. “Tell us about the most embarrassing thing your mate has ever done.” The entire circle erupted in laughter. Soon stories began pouring out. One woman described how her husband had once fallen asleep during a council meeting and nearly tipped his chair over. Another confessed that her mate had tried to impress her by cooking dinner and ended up burning the stew so badly that the entire house smelled like smoke for days. The laughter was loud and genuine. Even the elders were chuckling. The basket eventually made its way to me.

The year the east wing flooded and the entire senior council had to be relocated to the groundskeeper’s cottage for six weeks and had never fully recovered their dignity afterward. He told these stories the way I wouldn’t have expected from him. Dry. Precise. With the specific timing of someone who understood that the pause before the end of a sentence was where the humor lived. I found myself leaning forward slightly without noticing it. I told him things too. Not the hard things, not tonight. The small things.