Laugh Of The Day Novels & Stories

I kept scrolling. "Sad Girl Emergency." "Zane." "Absolutely Not Crying." "Stop." "Rainy Day Main Character." She groaned loudly. "I hate you." "No, you don't." "I might." "You definitely don't." Unfortunately for her, she started laughing. Just a little. But it was there. And for some reason, hearing it made something tighten in my chest. Because this wasn't the laugh she gave reporters. Or board members. Or investors. This was different.

The words are a person who is in love with a man, telling the man she is in love with him, in a room, in a hoodie, in socks, in the way that is going to be the entire world. He laughs. He laughs the kind of laugh that a man laughs when a man has been waiting for a thing, and the thing has been said, and the man did not expect the thing to be said, and the man is laughing because the man is happy. He laughs the small laugh. He laughs the real one. He laughs the one I have been collecting for six weeks, in a folder, in a phone, in the grey place in the chest that is the entire thing. Yeah? he says.

"Received, dear examiner. Does the rule still apply after work?" I stared at the screen and could not hold it in. I bent over my desk, laughing so hard my shoulders shook. The sunlight streamed through the window, bathing my desk in warmth. Work didn't seem so difficult anymore. I tucked the still-warm thermal bag into my bag and pretended everything was normal, yet the smile on my lips refused to fade. That thoughtful breakfast felt sweeter than any company perk I had ever enjoyed. All morning, my desk became like an exhibit at a zoo. Anyone passing by couldn't resist stealing a glance.

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉 If I could laugh… or just maybe, if I knew how to smile, even a little… I would have done it. The look on Papillon's face was… amusing. Ridiculously amusing. The kind that should have pulled a laugh out of me. But it didn't. I really don't know how to smile. There has never been anything in my life worth smiling about. From the very moment I was born, everything has been soaked in pain and suffering. Nothing light. Nothing warm. Nothing soft.

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'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑠ℎ ! 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟� �� 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑.

His laugh came from behind. Idiot . Sexy . Devil

The three of us spent the rest of the day together chatting and watching some old comedy routines. I needed the cathartic effects of heavy laughter.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

“No.” “Oh, yeah. Bright red hearts on them, too. I was scarred.” I laugh, the sound catching me off guard. It bursts from me—sharp and sudden and so desperately needed. Oliver grins. “There it is.” “There what is?” “That laugh. You haven’t laughed in days. Maybe weeks.” I look down, a smile still tugging at my lips. “You’re annoying.” “You like it,” he teases. I do. God, I do.