Laugh Until You Cry Novels & Stories

There was no reason to laugh when everything in my life made me cry either in pain, sadness, self loathing, or regret. I didn’t know laughing could make the stomach hurt so much, or make the eyes water. I found that last part the weirdest. Even laughing; such a positive and happy thing, can end up making you cry! Why is it that tears are always involved in both happiness and sadness? I found that really unreasonable and unfair. There should be no crying in happiness.

My uncle stared at the tear that slipped down my cheek, and instead of shutting up or acting human for once, he burst out laughing again. “Oh my God,” he wheezed, wiping his eyes dramatically. “Ryan, this is getting TOO funny. Ah-ah! Look at you. Crying. YOU. Crying for a woman. Wonders shall never end.” I stared at him, clenching my fists. I swear on everything, for one hot second, I actually considered punching him. Because what the hell was funny here? What was amusing? What part of my chest cracking open was a comedy show? I glared at him so hard my vision blurred.

Caroline's eyes shimmered in the dim light, and she let out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe this moment was real. My breath hitched, and I blinked rapidly to push back the sting of tears threatening to fall. I didn’t deserve someone like her, yet here she was, telling me she felt the same about me. I let out a small, shaky laugh, rubbing at my eyes before she could see the tears. "You know, you’re going to make me cry," I muttered, half-laughing, half-sniffling.

Narine I was laughing my brains out, no, really. The kind of laugh that snatches breath from your lungs and leaves your ribs aching, your cheeks flushed, and your soul feeling... lighter. My stomach hurt, my eyes stung from the tears, and my cheeks felt like they'd crack from smiling so hard. Hasmik hadn't changed one bit. Still as unfiltered and hilarious as ever, commanding the room like it was her damn stage. Her timing, expressions, and the way she delivered even the simplest line had all of us doubled over in laughter. I could barely keep up with her quips, and neither could anyone else.

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

"You are the best thing that happened to my life. You brought out the happiness inside me that no one else could bring it out. You brought out the best version of me that no one else could make me do so. You made me do things that I have never done before, but to you only. Clyone, you made everything in me enchantic. You are the very very very best moment in my life that I will treasure ever. Baby, don't cry with mucus on. It's disgusting." Despite of my face being soaked with my own tears and myself letting out silent sobs, I couldn't help, but laugh after of what you said. You just won't let me cry in peace, will you? You always break the drama with your puns. Geeze. I cannot with you.

~Lyra~ She straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye, still giggling like she’d just pulled the world’s most expensive prank. Her laugh had that high-pitched, wheezy chaos to it — the kind of sound that came from the gut, like she was unhinged and delighted and fully prepared to emotionally destroy me before breakfast.

The laughter was beyond me now, pulling me under like a wave. It tore through me, wild and uncontrollable, my body shaking as I clutched my chest. Wheezes slipped out between gasps for air. Fat tears began streaming down my cheeks, leaving hot, wet trails as I laughed and cried all at once. I tried to stop, tried to rein it in, but every attempt only made me laugh harder. My reflection blurred in the mirror as the tears thickened, but still I couldn't stop. "No, no, no, no, Tina..." I muttered between gulps of laughter, shaking my head violently. "This can't be happening..." The words came out broken, punctuated by giggles and sobs alike.

He was infuriating! I kept walking until I got to where I could see water. It was a beach. The swash of the waves called to me, and I found myself squatting on the sand, crying. Crying?!?! Crying again?! What was this? "Bianca what is wrong with you??!! Are you are cry baby now?! Aren't you tough and strong?!! What's all these?" I berated myself, and slowly my cries died down. "But I thought I was gonna die. I nearly died before they could even kill me themselves." I answered my own questions. Slowly, another bout of tears started making its way out of my eyes, but this time it came with laughter. "I nearly died!!!" I yelled out again, laughing at the top of my lungs. I don't know how long I

but isn’t this a basic nature of humans, they want to see with their own eyes what they know will hurt and pain them the most She wanted to see it to believe it, believe that she was nothing but a piece of trash for Raul, she was a clown, 'I'm a clown, a clown, ha ha ha, Samaira Khanna, the superstar is now a clown, a trash a housemaid, ha ha ha," she laughed hysterically 'So what if I can't cry, I can laugh atleast.. laugh at myself," she continued laughing till her cheeks hurt and she calmed down Sighing, she placed her hand on the bench, her throat ached with pain caused due to controlling her tears from bursting the dam, and laughing aloud, she’d sworn she wouldn’t cry, no pain was bigge