Laugh Of The Day Novels & Stories

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

“I don’t get fat, no matter how much I eat. Aw, there’s just nothing to do today but eat! Right, Zo?” “Yeah, it’s true, it’s true. You’ve got a great figure, Cortty. But I’ve got some plans today, so…” Zoe replies. “I know, right? There’s just nothing to do but stuff our faces!” Courtney says, and everyone laughs as if they’d been ordered to. It's just like the kind of hollow laughter you hear on a sitcom laugh track. It was awfully loud, as if they’d just been cued to [laugh here] by the teleprompter.

"I can't do that, milady! I do not have my cellphone with me, and this island does not have a mobile signal." She looked at him and laughed so hard, that her voice echoed through the dense canopy. Elfy and Rhye looked at each other. People think of laughing as a noise that comes from the mouth, but when Lily laughed, it was nothing like that. The laugh was in her eyes, in the way her face changed into that vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. Yet truly, it wasn't in her face either. Her laugh came from within, it was just the way she was wired. People like her just have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in her was like yoga for the synapses. And Rhye gaped a

The other crouched down beside her. "Are you feeling better?" the woman asked. Ellis found herself laughing. The sound was choppy and no trace of humor could be found. Logan jumped, startled by the strange noise escaping his bride. Laurel turned to look at him with a soothing expression. "This is called a laugh, remember? It's a sound of amusement." Logan nodded, utterly confused about what was funny about the situation. Ellis sat up and pressed her hand to her forehead. At least the wretched headache was gone. "This is the second time I fainted today. Did they botch the surgery or something?" she mumbled.

For half a second, the world went quiet. Then Layla lost it. “THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY FUCKIN’ LIFE, GUYSSS!” she screamed, jumping in place like she’d just won the lottery. “Language!” our moms shouted in unison. Layla clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing breathlessly. “I know, I know—sorry! I just—oh my God—I couldn’t hold it back!” Everyone laughed again. Cameras flashed. Hugs followed. Joy spilled everywhere.

Layla said sarcastically. Her sarcasm did not quell the laughter that escaped the lips of our other friends, however. On the contrary, her sarcastic retort only aided in refreshing their laughter. The two clutched their stomachs as they were sent into another episode of laughter with Sofia howling and rolling around on the floor while Janelle, always graceful and dignified in any situation whatsoever, sat on the rug which was laid over wooded floor, and laughed her music laugh while dabbing gently at the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I think that's enough of your laughing, don't you think." Layla said drily, rolling her eyes.

I couldn’t fathom what I’d said that was so funny for her to laugh that hard, so I asked her. “Phew!” she breathed, “It’s been such a long time that I laughed this hard. Your explanations were just too funny. You should have seen your facial expression when you said that you chomped on his dick. It was priceless. I needed that laugh. Anyway, you should start getting yourself ready for the big day tomorrow. And try to rest as well. You’ll need a lot of your strength”

“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.”

The kind of laugh that came from the stomach, not the surface. He grinned at me. “There it is.” “There what is?” “That sound. That laugh. The one you used to have before the world made you package your joy.” I placed the plate down and sat. “It’s still in me,” I said. He raised a brow. “Was it ever really gone?” I thought for a moment. “No,” I said. “It was just waiting for me to come back.” Later that day, I got a voice memo from a young woman named Lena.

The police did not respond publicly, but they liked my comment as a way of showing support. Things turned around quickly. The interview video was taken down overnight. Jason’s “loving boyfriend” image crumbled. He went from being the “pitiful boyfriend of the year” to the “biggest joke of the year.” I sighed in relief and sent a thank-you gift to the police. I thought it was all over. But two months later, I received a message from Hannah, which was sent from a different phone. [Clara, I’m marrying Jason. You looked down on me so much, but in the end, your man still ended up with me.]