If U Laugh U Lose Novels & Stories

I hope the moment will help lift my spirits, even if just for a while. After about two drinks, I already feel much better. Hailee is telling me about when her fiancé proposed to her, but she thought he was joking because he did it without a ring. Her friend Carly, who had just finished her shift, joined us. Our table was the fun table; a few men stopped by to chat, but we all gracefully declined. I love a good girls' day. I haven’t had one in a while, and I’m reminded of how much having friends helps.

We couldn't help but laugh at our ridiculous situation. But this time something started to feel heavy in my chest. With the laughter, every type of emotion started flooding through my heart and into my eyes, making me realize all my losses—the emotions that were there but still hidden—the realization, the thought that I wanted to but was not being able to accept for so long—the fact of losing everything and everyone all at once. As the laughter subsided, a wave of sadness washed over me, causing tears to stream down my face. It was as if the weight of my losses had finally caught up to me at that moment. The realization hit me hard, leaving me feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed with grief. T

Zen could tell that she rarely laughed and that she probably didn’t know how wonderful the sound was. “You have a beautiful laugh you know?” he complimented, to be blessed with the sight of her reddened cheeks. “Thank you! I rarely do,” she admitted. “I can tell, but why?” he questioned. “It’s a luxury to be able to,” she replied sadly. Zen was sure then that his new friend was broken. “We need to fix that. Laughing is the one thing that you should be able to do at every opportunity. I heard people who laugh more live longer,” he joked.

He tickled me, his hands directly on my skin caused enough problems but when he moved those fingers to the side, I let out a hyena laugh that caused people to stare at us. “Oh my God, is that your true laugh?” Marcus said, holding his stomach. “You sounded like a donkey. “You caused that,” I said, my face red. “Why did you tickle me?” “Cause you're cute when you lose,” he replied. I rolled my eyes and shifted away from him, my energy too fired up. “I feel like I am about to detonate,” I groaned. “I am sorry,” Marcus chuckled. “Let me get strawberry milkshakes? As an apology?”

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

Shayla wondered out loud,"I am in a very tight situation and I am not really supposed to laugh but I can't hold it back anymore." "But isn't that a good thing?" Camille concluded,"I mean you are supposed to laugh more during your sad times so that you can remember your happier times subconsciously and know that it is all going to be alright. Also laughing increases happy hormones so you might even feel a little less stressed and feel a bit more at ease." Shayla's laugh had dropped, a sly, amused smile on her lips now. "Shut up, smartass." I broke into a huge grin.

⸻ “Tyler, I can explain.” Jacob laughed. A short. Humorless laugh. Karen’s heart sank. Because Jacob had never laughed at her before. Never. “Explain what?” His voice was cold. “Which part?” Karen turned toward him. Desperate. “Jacob—” “No.” The teenager stood. His chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You don’t get to do that anymore.” Tears immediately filled Karen’s eyes. Not from guilt. From panic. Because she was losing him. And she knew it.

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

I blustered, looking at his cards in detail, putting together his moves. I smiled enthralled in his concentration, he noticed it and asked dryly: "That?" “You won't beat me.” "Prepare to lose." Yes, I would lose on purpose just to see him smile victoriously. “I warned you, I'm good with these things,” he said before blinding me with his smile, “UNO!” I smiled watching him celebrate having defeated me. By losing you also win. The best consolation prize was his smile, just for me. “Congratulations, you just won two servings of Snacks.” I gave him his prize.

"Let's bet, say, our manhood." "What the fuck you talking about?" "I'll bet you a blow job WU loses this football game." "You're kidding me." "Nope. We watch the game together. At the end of it the loser sucks off the winner." "You a faggot or something? Yeah, you're hoping you'll lose."