If U Laugh U Lose Novels & Stories

I looked up to my mom, shaking her head at me as I plowed through the meal, a snicker bursting through when I looked up, "Theo you have dressing on your nose!" she choked out, her laugh building until her whole body wa shaking and she gasped for air. It was contagious and it caught, and soon I felt the laughter consumed me. It had been so long since we laughed like this, and just over a week ago the heartbreak of losing Mains made it feel like we never would again. As my shaking lungs regained steadiness, I took a deep breath. "It feels good to laugh again, Mom." I said, and she reached out and squeezed my hand.

He stopped and gave me the evil eye, "You need to stop joking around. What you are going through is serious and it hurts you to laugh." I said, "I know, but if I don't laugh, I'm going to cry. I hate crying."

The darkness swallows my laughter. It bounces off the damp stone walls, echoes back at me in fragments, broken and ugly and nothing like the sound I used to make as a girl. That laugh was light. Free. The kind of laugh that made June smile and say, "There she is. There's my Lia." This laugh is different. This laugh is a weapon.

“I will make you experience the pain of losing your loved ones forever and make you suffer.” Laurence snorted and replied lazily, “I said, whatever.”

The one who laughed after a missed block, who apologized when she hit too hard gone too. What stood there now was a storm in human skin. And maybe that’s what happens when you run out of things to lose.

“Think bigger.” Everyone laughs.

When you lose Third Master, you can’t be arrogant. I wore a bitter smile.

Something unhurried and unperformed. "He used to make terrible jokes at breakfast," Dennis said. "Every single morning. The kind that weren't funny at all but he laughed at them so completely that you ended up laughing too." He paused. "He said laughter was the only honest currency. That you could fake money and power and even love. But you couldn't fake a real laugh." I looked at him. "He sounds like someone worth fighting for," I said. "He was," Dennis said quietly. I reached across and took his hand.

He just laughed and shook his head as we continued eating dinner. After dinner and six hours of playing cards, we decided to call it a tie. We are both entirely too competitive, with neither of us wanting to concede. I started laughing uncontrollably and Joshua was laughing at me, “Love, I think we are both so tired everything is funny.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my eyes, “I think you’re right. I would rather be laughing right now than crying or worrying though.” He nodded, “I would rather you laugh too. Laughing every day will help the babies be born happy.” I nodded, “Laughing will also help my stress levels.”

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"